Man: Just like old times, Brother. Crammed together with no privacy, wanting to rip each other's heads off. Rats in a cage. Mother is calling us to her side to witness the moment, to share in the power and you want to stop her? We have more than one option here, you know? We have to think about things . . . as a family.
Woman Pilot: I was afraid of this. The energy surges are messing with the navigation systems. The pods are crashing everywhere. I'm going to try landing on the bridge of Port Authority. You're going to have to do some walking. Sorry, it's the best I can do.
Man: This is our moment, Brother. This is where we must stand together. If you stand against me, well . . . It's ugly business, killing a sibling, but you know all about that, don't you? Can you do it again?
Woman Pilot: Brace for impact!
Man: This is not going to be a smooth ride.
Chopper Pilot: All ground units, this is Chopper Hotel 22. We're tracking the unidentified pod.
Man: We are not alone down here.
Soldier 1: This is Whiskey squad. We're on the bridge above you. Anyone down there? Respond!
Chopper Pilot: All squads. This is Chopper Hotel 22. There is a break in the bridge near the metal staircase.
Soldier 2: Enemy spotted! Twelve o'clock.
Soldiers in background: Get to cover! God! Son of a bitch! Hey! I'm going, I'm going! Lie low!