Sam: Hey, look. He's still the hero.
Baird: Yeah, the bums didn't even melt down his statue for scrap! Now that's respect.
Man 1: Cole train? Shit, it is you! Wow, Cole! What are you doing back here?
Man 2: Man, you look just like I remember. Hey, you finally coming back home or something?
Cole: Hey, can't keep me away forever, baby! Just checking everything's the way I left it, more or less.
Man 1: Hey, you want to have a beer with us? We brew some good stuff!
Cole: Thanks, but I'll pass, still on duty. We're looking for supplies, though. Anything you want to trade?
Man 2: Better ask the boss, we can take you to see her!
Cole: I hear she might not be a fan.
Man 1: Aw, but she'll listen to you. You're the Cole Train! Woo woo!
Cole: Yo, the Cole Train don't go woo woo. It's whoooo!
Woman 1: Lambent! They're inside! The Stalks are coming up inside the stadium!
Cole: Get down! Find some cover! Come on, we're upstairs. Baird, Sam, take the ground floor
Sam: Come on, don't make me beg, fucking die!
Carmine: Watch your ass, Baird!
Cole: Whoo hoo! We've got the high ground, son!
Carmine: Come on, move! I got a clear shot!
Cole: Bitches, I'm taking this shit personally, you understand? Lambent!
Carmine: I'm out!
Carmine: Throwing frag!
Cole: All right, let's go see if the boss lady's in a good mood. Don't mind if I do.