Dom: Hey, it's a barge.
Baird: Looks like the one we shot down earlier.
Dom: Anyone got a pump? And some duct tape?
Baird: I hate those Chompers. Little creeps can't leave anything alone. Ugh!
Dom: Yeah, imagine rooting around looking for parts all the time.
Baird: Hey, I make intelligent use of free resources. That's how come we're still alive to bitch about it!
Marcus: Come on - the Locust must have more of these gas barges.
There's our ride. Let's track it.
Baird: When we hijack the barge, let me drive. I think I've got a way to control it.
Marcus: It's all yours, Baird.
Baird: What's in those cages?
Marcus: It's a keep-out sign.
Cole: Well it almost worked.
Dom: Looks like our barge!
Marcus: And they've gotta land sooner or later. Come on, or else we're gonna lose 'em.
Dom: Heads up guys. I think I saw movement out there!
Cole: Whoa, it's headin' our way...
Marcus: Spread out and keep moving!
Baird: Shit! It's a Corpser! You know, only smaller.
Marcus: Take it out!
Cole: Heads up, we got grubs!
Baird: There's got to be more of them.
Marcus: Oh, I bet all his little ugly buddies are out there somewhere.
Dom: Yeah, probably right where the barges are heading.
Marcus: Called it! More grubs above us!
Marcus: Throwing frag!
Cole: Oh, shit, look at the hang time on those bitches! Twenty bucks if you pop one in the air!
Marcus: You want some?
Baird: Just die, will ya?!
Marcus: Out of ammo.