Scorch: Man, this place gives me the creeps.
Sev: Ah, Scorch... Nothing better than a jungle hunt. Hiding in the bush, putting a plasma bolt through a hostile's cranium...
Sev: Makes me feel alive.
Scorch: Okay, now Oh-Seven's giving me the creeps.
Sev: Damn, I don't believe it!
Scorch: What's wrong, Sev?
Sev: I've lost count of my kills!
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": [dying, while the squad is under fire] Need bacta... commandos...
Scorch: Can you die later, sir? It just isn't a good time now.
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": Cancel that bacta, Commando.
Scorch: Uhh, Sir? Do you want a light boom or an explosive party?
Delta Three-Eight "Boss": Just get us in without getting the squad killed, Scorch.