Elizabeth: Look! There's skylines all over the surface of the flagship. They're covered with those motorized patriot pods.
Booker: That must be where they're deployed from. I wouldn't go near those lines while those pods are in place.
Elizabeth: Comstock is at the top of the ship. Let's head up.
Booker: Do it.
Elizabeth: On it.
Comstock: Look at DeWitt, child There's something about him that you just can't put your finger on. Soon you'll understand.
Elizabeth: I'm still looking.
Comstock: The man I am and the man he isn't.
Elizabeth: Salts! Here! Booker, here.
Booker: Got it.
Enemy: Flush him out!
Enemy: I'll tear your head off!
Elizabeth: Here, ammo! Catch Booker!
Booker: Much obliged.
Elizabeth: Give me a second. I've got ammo! That's all I've got! Found salts. Booker, those skylines lead up to the next deck. If we clear the line of those pods we could use them to gain access to the upper decks.
Booker: This should clear them.
Comstock: I have seen the seeds of fire that will prepare the Sodom Below for the coming of the Lord. But it will not be I who carries that banner up the hill. That job falls to you, Elizabeth. That job falls to you.
Elizabeth: The skyline is clear, Booker.
Booker: Follow me.
Comstock: In one side of our lamb stands the False Shepherd. And the other? The remnants of the heretical Vox Populi. Which one of you men will not gladly go to his reward to see her safely to her destiny? Rejoice! Rejoice! Death has no sting!
Elizabeth: I can't find anything.
Booker: Go ahead.
Elizabeth: On it! Here, here's the launch panel.
Booker: Let's get those pods off the lines. Somethings wrong.
Elizabeth: Why are they dropping so slowly?
Booker: I don't know. We're going to have to wait it out!
Elizabeth: That's one quarter of the pods ejected!
Booker: That's all?
Elizabeth: Watch out for the barge! Patriot, Booker! One half done. Need any salts? Three quarters.
Booker: It sure is taking it's time!
Elizabeth: I need more time. Ammo, Booker. Need this?
Elizabeth: Booker, the lines are clear! That's all I have. You need salts. Done.
Comstock: I may be the one who strikes you down, DeWitt, but you've always had a knack for self-destruction. Who's to say you won't beat me to the punch?
Booker: One more deck. Let me take care of this on my own.
Elizabeth: No, I'm going with you.
Booker: There! That one!
Elizabeth: I'll find something soon! Bottle of salts! Take this!
Enemy: Surround him!
Elizabeth: I need more time to look. Salts here!
Booker: Do it now.
Elizabeth: Done. We can take that sky line to the Prophet's cabin. I found some money. Want it?
Comstock: You've come to wipe your slate clean, False Shepherd. But time will walk backwards before you find redemption. Some sins can't be forgiven.