Woman 1: This way, folks.
Cole: Hey, we're headin' for the stadium. Anything we should know?
Woman1: Well, it ain't empty.
Man 1: Cole Train! I'll be damned!
Baird: We kind of guessed as much.
Woman 1: Let's just say that the boss over there ain't a COG fan. You might just want to take a detour around her.
Cole: Well, where there's people, there's supplies.
Woman 1: Hey, you're the Cole Train! Maybe you'll be able to work your magic on 'em. Hanover is still your house.
Woman 1: Funny how there's a lot more Lambent around as soon as the COG shows up...
Woman 2: Must be their fan club. You know who the big guy is, don'tcha?
Sam: So, what have you got for us, then? Shampoo, conditioner, a gag for my friend here?
Woman 1: Nah, just ammo. It's out in the back.
Baird: Now that's my kind of groceries!
Man 2: Wow! Is it really you, Cole Train?
Cole: Hey there, how ya doing?
Baird: Ugh. I wonder if they've got a bucket I can throw up in?
Woman 3: Cole Train... Hi, Cole Train.
Baird: So where did you get a hold of it?
Woman 1: Well, now, you'd be surprised how much y'all left lyin' around over the years.
Not much further.
Man 4: So! Cole Train is back!
Cole: Hey! How's it goin'?
Woman 4: I can't believe it! It's him! Cole Train!
Cole: Nice to see ya! It's good to be back!
Don't mind if I do.
Woman 1: There you go. All it's missin' is a bow.
Sam: Michaelson's gonna be well pleased with this. Nice one, Cole.
Cole: That's real generous of you, ma'am. We appreciate it.
Woman 1: You are welcome, Cole Train.
Baird: Yeah, seems your fans still love you.
Cole: It's because my momma taught me some manners, son.
Baird: Baird to KR-Seven-Zero. We got a bumper crop of ammo for pickup.
KR70: This is KR-Seven-Zero, roger that. Uh, heads up, guys. There's some joker on Centennial Bridge taking pot shots from a gun turret. We're givin' it a wide berth. Suggest you watch your six as well.
Baird: Oh, trust me, I'm on permanent guard around these assholes! Baird out.
Cole: Okay! Next stop, Cougars Stadium! I'm feelin' lucky!
Yo, by the gate - can you open it up, please?
Baird: You're so good with the fans.
Carmine: Watch the stalks!
Baird: Great! More Lambent. Still feeling lucky, Cole?
Cole: Oh, yeah!
These ugly bastards are really starting to piss me off!
Cole: Scratch one glowie!
Baird: Shoot the head!
Cole: What, you want my autograph, bitches?!
Sam: I need ammo.
Cole: Throwing frag!
Sam: Watch the head!
Cole: Which one of you freaks is next?
Sam: It looks like we're gonna have to cut through here.
Cole: Oh, I think I'll take that!