Anya: These cables don't go to the roof, Marcus. Look ahead, we'll land three floors below it!
Marcus: We'll fight our way up then.
Jace: Okay. Let's go get Dizzy.
Anya: Looks like Myrrah left her guards behind.
Sam: They're rushing! Guards!
Anya: Enemy reinforcements!
Marcus: Oh, that's going to hurt! Medic!
Sam: Get up!
Dizzy: Marcus? Marcus! We're in the shit up here! Me and Griffin! We're on our own now! We can't hold out much longer!
Marcus: We're coming to get you, Dizzy, just hang on!
Anya: The queen's guards are killing everyone!
Jace: Shit, we've got her Shriekers here too?
Marcus: Eat it! Mm, nice. Guards! Use the ladders! Come on! We got to get to Dizzy!
Dizzy: Marcus! We're pinned down at the far end of the roof now!
Marcus: We've reached the roof, Dizzy! We're coming! Come on!
Marcus: Nothing but bits! Who's next?
Anya: Incoming flame!
Marcus: Take it! Bring it! This'll do.
Sam: Ain't so tough.
Marcus: Lock and load! Nothing but bits.
Griffin: Haha! I knew you'd make it, Marcus!
Marcus: Okay, Griffin, we got your goddamn fuel. We're done.
Griffin: You're done? They're fucking dead! My people are all dead! We've survived Hammer strikes, the Grubs, the whole damn war, and then you show up and I lose fucking everybody! You fucking COG bastards! Everywhere you go, everything you do, it's always nothing but death, pain, and miseries! You piece of shit mother fucker.
Marcus: I just lost my fucking brother, all right? You hear that?! My brother! You, and your tower, and all this fucking Imulsion can go to hell!
Griffin: We'll settle this shit another time, Fenix! You can count on that, bitch!
Anya: Come on, let's get this fuel to the truck. We've got a submarine to find.