Baird: Ooh, big slow target full of gas. Is it my birthday?
Cole: Uh-uh. I call dibs on that!
Baird: Who says this job can't be fun?
Cole: Whoo! That was beautiful, baby!
Baird: All right, now can I have my Tickers, please?
Carmine: Hello, Baird, we're looking. We're looking!
Cole: Ha-ha! Thanks, ugly-ass! Polyps! Shit, we got glowies joining the party again? Any more of you puppies want some? Whoo-hoo! The Cole Train's on a roll, baby!
Cole: Ah yeah, I got enough for all y'all! Uh huh. I'm locked and loaded!
Carmine: Oh yeah! There's your Tickers!
Cole: Okay, Baird, time to impress us!
Baird: Yeah, great, no pressure. Okay, if we hit the sweet spot, it'll be good night, Leviathan. Can they get it to move right beneath us?
Cole: Marcus, while you were taking a break the blonde genius had an idea.
Marcus: You so need me.
Cole: Can you lure that bitch to the front end so we can give it a headache?
Marcus: Animals just love me. Stand by, Cole.
Byrne: Oh! The bridge feels like it's on its last legs!
Carmine: Yeah, that Leviathan isn't helping!
Cole: We got some more! Oh yeah!
Baird: You want some?
Cole: Hey, got one, baby! Ah yeah, I got enough for all y'all! Frag-out! Can't stop this!
Carmine: Behind us!
Marcus: Cole, you got one pissed Leviathan in position! You ready?
Cole: Give us a minute!
Carmine: Aah, tell Baird he's just blowing shit up, not writing a goddamn symphony!
Baird: You know what? Tell him I'm being a genius as fast as I can.
Cole: Yeah, but we got our own problems up here.
Marcus: Cole, you're going to be scraping us up in a bucket if you don't get a move on!
Cole: Find some cover fast, or your ass going to be . . .
Baird: Now! Bombs away! And all that shit. Hey, I thought you'd enjoy the witty irony of Grub-on-Glowie violence!
Marcus: Yeah, it's fucking hilarious! You're gonna blow up the whole ship, genius!
Cole: Jump for it!
Carmine: No point! We're so dead!
Baird: I suppose you want me to say I've always loved you. But I don't. I really, really don't!