Carmine: Watch it!
Cole: Oh, you think you can stop the Cole Train!
Sam: Well, glad to see that coming home didn't depress you.
Cole: Hey, you can't keep the Cole Train down, baby! I'm a force of nature! Whoo!
Ha Ha! This shit just never gets old!
Let's see if we can get around this way.
Carmine: Damn it! That ship's going to be 20 klicks away by the time we get across this bridge!
Sam: Oh, Carmine, you're a glass-half-empty man, aren't you?
Carmine: Buy me a beer, and I'll show you.
Baird: Oh, she won't buy you anything. Your name is not Dom.
Sam: Shut your hole, Baird.
Cole: Shit! We got to try another route. Come on, in here.
Carmine: Okay, lower deck or the catwalk?
Cole: Sam, let's take the catwalk. Baird, you and Carmine take the lower deck.
Baird: That's the only catwalk Sam's ever going to be on.
Sam: When this is over, Baird, I'm going to raise your voice an octave.
Carmine: Cole, can you see anything yet?
Cole: One sec.
Carmine, we see the ship. She's on fire!
Carmine: Roger that. Better get our ass in gear!
Cole: Oh, no. Oh . . . Oh, hell no!
Sam: Fire in the hole!
Cole: The Cole Train just takes what he wants!
Cole: Marcus, whoo, that's one big ugly motherfucker!
Marcus: Cole, can you see this shit?
Cole: Baby, we got a grandstand view. We're crossing the bridge, right above the ship.
Marcus: Any way you can kill this thing from where you are?
Cole: Putting it scientifically? We need to blow his brains out of his ass.
Marcus: Well, get Baird to come up with an idea.
Baird: No problem. I've killed glowie Leviathans before, remember? At Vectes dockyard. Saved your asses.
Sam: You killed one, a baby. And you wrecked the harbor doing it. That one's twice the size!
Baird: So what's your plan? Nag it to death? Wait a minute, you actually could!
Carmine: Look, ladies, one way or another, we've got to help Sovereign. Or she's screwed, and so are we!
Baird: Ah, shit! There go the guns!
Cole: Anyone got a Plan B? Because now would be a good time!
Baird: Okay, the grubs must have plenty of ordinance here. You find it, I'll make it go bang.
Sam: Throwing Frag!
Carmine: Hey, that'll do the job. Find some more Tickers! Drop, splat, bang, end of story!
Sam: Yeah, if they don't kill us first.
Mortars! Get Down!
Sam: Hey, Baird! We could use one of those!
Baird: No, a mortar would just piss of a Leviathan that size.
Cole: Okay, Let's just kill the mortar crew and find that stash of Tickers!
Baird: Hey! Take cover in the containers!
Carmine: Hey, what the fuck is that? A floating Locust barge?