Cole: Marcus-whoo! That's one big ugly motherfucker.
Fenix: Cole, can you see this shit? Where's your bird?
Cole: Baby, we got a grandstand view. We're crossing the bridge, right above the ship.
Fenix: Any way you can kill this thing from where you are?
Cole: Putting it scientifically? We need to blow his brains out his ass!
Fenix: Well get Baird to come up with an idea. Come on! We've got to find a way back up to the flight deck.
Announcer: All lifeboats away! I repeat, all lifeboats away!
Santiago: This way, I think we can get through here.
Fenix: Watch the tentacles. Look out! It's smashing through the deck! Lambent! Infected piece of shit!
Santiago: Goddammit! More polyps! Watch it, they jump!
Woman: It's biting through the hull!
Fenix: Nice! Okay, let's get up top before that thing comes back.
Cole: Marcus, while you were taking a break, the blond genius had an idea. Can you lure that bitch to the front end so we can give it a headache?
Fenix: Animals just love me. Stand by, Cole. We're gonna need a bigger cattle prod. Let's use the two Silverbacks in the maintenance bay.
Santiago: Marcus! Run! That thing's gonna flatten us!
Fenix: Okay, the two Silverbacks are in that bay. Let's get the door open!
Santigo: Oh my God!
Fenix: It's back! Get that thing off the ship. Come on, brass it up!
Santiago: Go for the eyes! Keep shooting till it moves!
Stratton: Oh, that's nasty!
Fenix: Hold it off! Shoot it in the face!
Man: It's overheating.
Stratton: Where'd it go? You think it's given up?
Fenix: It's probably getting its second wind.
Man: It's overheating.
Fenix: Come on! Drive it up front! Keep firing!
Santiago: Aw shit, we're cornered! That thing's smarter than it looks! We've got to get it right under the bridge! Keep shooting!
Stratton: It's almost there! Keep firing!
Fenix: Aim for its mouth. Shoot it! Oh, I'm sorry! Did that hurt?
Woman: Polyps! Lambent! Fire in the hole! There! It's dead center, right under the bridge. Now or never, Marcus!
Fenix: Cole, you got one pissed Leviathan in position! You ready?
Cole: Yo, give us a minute!
Fenix: Tell Baird he's just blowing shit up, not writing a goddamn symphony!
Cole: Yeah, but we got our own problems up here.
Fenix: Cole, you're gonna be scraping us up in a bucket if you can't get a move on!
Cole: Well find some cover fast, or else you going to be swimming in some glowie gravy!
Baird: Yo! Bombs away!
Fenix: Duck and cover, Delta!
Santiago: Baird's dropping tickers!
Fenix: What the hell is he thinking? Run!
Baird: Hey, I thought you'd enjoy the witty irony of Grub-on-Glowie violence!
Fenix: Yeah, fucking hilarious! You're gonna blow up the whole ship, genius!
Santiago: Get clear!