Cole: So we've got some crazy bandits on the bridge now.
Carmine: Yeah, and the ship's going to pass right under them.
Byrne: Come on, even the Stranded gangs wouldn't take on a warship.
Carmine: I'd blow the shit out of that bridge, just to be sure.
Byrne: And that's why you never get promoted.
Cole: Holy ground ahead, people!
Baird: Remind me, Cole, what was it you played again? Oh yeah, ladies' field hockey, right?
Cole: Case you don't know, Carmine, Baird was a Sharks fan, because he didn't know any better. He's still bitching about it.
Baird: Allfathers trophy. Blind referee. That's all I'm saying.
Byrne: Ah, shit! The gate's locked.
Carmine: Hey, Baird - got any wire cutters?
Baird: Yeah, hang on.
Carmine: Watch the stalks! Stalks!
Cole: Target the pods!
Carmine: Fire in the hole! Incoming! Incoming! Incoming! Fire in the hole! Incoming!
Byrne: I'm out!
Cole: It's go time, baby! Drudges! Gunkers!
Carmine: Incoming! Throwing frag! Incoming! Incoming!
Byrne: Target the pods!
Baird: Whoa! Better stay clear of those guys!
Cole: Let's check out the stadium, and then we're getting the hell out of here.