Carmine: Uh... I think you got it Baird.
Baird: Hey we walked away in one piece. That's what counts, right?
Cole: Yeah, firing on all pistons baby. Marcus, you okay? Dom? Speak to me! Where are y'all?
Carmine: Look sharp, people. That's not search and rescue!
Cole: Come on, we gotta haul ass! We gotta get to the ship before that freak parade does! Whoa, those are different! No explosives!
Baird: Any bets on their part trick?
Cole: So hot! Let's mop up this shit an get to Sovereign! We got some more! C'mon, the ship needs us! Which one of you freaks is next?
Baird: I'm out!
Cole: Here come some more! Can't stop this!
Carmine: Throwing frag!
Baird: I'm out!
Byrne: Come on. We've still got survivors out there! Move it!
Cole: Don't mind if I do. You're out!
Byrne: Throwing smoke!
Cole: So hot! Poor ol' lady. Not looking too good. Looks like we found 'em. Cough it up, baby!
Marcus: Dom! Is he okay?
Byrne: Come on, Santiago, breathe!
Dom: Damn it! Oh, God!
Byrne: He is now.
Marcus: Anya? Jace? Respond, over... Come on, dammit, answer me!
Anya: Marcus? I'm with Jace, near the ship. I need some help with Prescott, or he's not going to make it.
Cole: I heard Prescott. Tell me that's just my old head injury.
Marcus: What, do we got a echo here or something? Yeah, Prescott's back, Michaelson's dead, and my father's alive. Film at 11. Anya, we're comin' to get you!
Anya: There's a lot more wounded coming ashore, too, Marcus. We need someone to help out at the lifeboats. They're beached just north of the ship.
Marcus: You got it. Sam and Carmine are on their way.