Dominic Santiago: [hearing odd sound] Did you hear that? What the hell's that sound?
Marcus Fenix: It's just the wind.
Dominic Santiago: Yeah. Right. When was the last time the wind said "hostiles" to you?
Dominic Santiago: [noticing odd Locust soldier] Uhh... Those aren't drones.
Marcus Fenix: Shit... Looks like they upgraded.
Damon Baird: [on radio] They're called Theron Guards.
Dominic Santiago: You think they know what we're doing?
Marcus Fenix: Well, we're not here to sell cookies... So they know something's up.
Kim: State your name, soldier.
Augustus Cole: Private Augustus Cole, alpha squad, sir!
Dominic Santiago: Cole?... as in The Cole Train?
Augustus Cole: Yeah, that's right.
Damon Baird: Hi boys!
Marcus Fenix: [looks down to see Cole and Baird in the sewers] I could smell you guys from a mile away.
Damon Baird: Hey, why don't you come down here and join us? There's room for one more! It's a fucking party down here!
Damon Baird: What, there's Stranded here?
Dominic Santiago: Yep, there's a camp just ahead.
Damon Baird: So what, you, like, hang out with Stranded?
Dominic Santiago: I don't "hang out" with them, dickwad. I'm looking for somebody.
Marcus Fenix: Baird - shut up. Keep moving.
Damon Baird: What? What did I say? I'm... I'm sure there's... there's some nice... Stranded...
Damon Baird: Did anyone else's bullshit detector just go off?