Dizzy: Marcus, come on! We're good to go.
Anya: We're cut off!
Sam: Taking fire!
Marcus: Got one!
Anya: Throwing frag!
Marcus: Out of ammo.
Sam: I'm out.
Marcus: Watch the sides! Grapplers coming up!
Sam: It's empty.
Anya: Enemy reinforcements! Get him! Another dead grub.
Sam: Look out! Formers behind us!
Dom: Shit! We've got glowies too!
Marcus: Hold them off! We've got to get to the pickup! Lambent!
Sam: Shoot the pods! Not afraid of a girl, are you?
Marcus: Run! Get to the other side!
Sam: We're surrounded.
Dom: There's too many! We're not going to make it!
Marcus: Hold them off! Just hold them off! Dom!
Dom: Get out of there! Jump!
Marcus: Dom! Dom! Where are you going?! Dom, what the fuck are you doing?
Dom: Pulling the plug on them, Marcus! Jump, will you? Do it! Never thought it would end like this, huh? Huh, Maria?
Marcus: Dom! No!
Anya: Marcus, he's gone! He's gone! There's nothing you can do! Stop it!
Marcus: Get off me! God damn it, let me get him out of there!
Anya: It's okay, Marcus. It's okay. Come on. We've got to go now. Your father still needs us.