- Buck: [to Buck, after directing Dare to her pod] You gonna tell us her name, Gunny?
- Buck: [snatching the rifle out of his hand, setting it back in the rack] *Miss* Naval Intelligence. Our new boss.
- Mickey: [quietly] Oh, brother...
- Buck: So check you mouths, find your chairs...
- [picks up a sniper rifle, shoves it into Romeo's arms]
- Buck: ... and get *set* for a combat drop!
- [walks off]
- Romeo: [staring after him] The hell am I supposed to do with this *inside* a Covenant ship?
- Buck: [when Romeo refuses to speak] Hey, Romeo. You got your ears on?
- [Romeo shrugs his shoulders]
- Buck: *Ohh*, I get it. Permission to speak, *smartass*.
- Romeo: [deactivates helmet visor] No, I *don't* know what it was. But it was gonna grease your ass good. Just like it did the Captain.
- Buck: [beat, then checks a drone buried into a pillar] Yeah, maybe. You hear from Mickey? Dutch?
- Romeo: Negative.
- Buck: The Rookie?
- Romeo: [shakes his head] ...
- Buck: We need to get above this crap, link with the bee-net. One of our drones must've seen where they hit.
- Romeo: So we're poppin' smoke on the lady's mission? She ever tell you what she wanted?
- Buck: [brow furrowing] No... Never.
- [beat]
- Buck: Doesn't matter. All I care about now is gettin' my men out of this city.
- [puts his helmet back on]
- Buck: Even *you.*
- Marine #1: [at dead Brute] I'm gonna shave this one and see if we're related!
- Dare: Lord Hood may have given you clearance, but it was my op and it's my interrogation. We only captured one; it's very delicate.
- Sgt. Johnson: Don't worry. I know what the aliens like.
- Dutch: You heard from Gunny?
- Mickey: No. Romeo, neither.
- Dutch: Well, guess it's just you and me.
- Mickey: My vote? Hole up, wait for backup.
- [the building's blast doors open, revealing a policeman]
- Police Officer: Thank god! Does one of you know how to use explosives?
- Dutch: [to Mickey] Your vote? Just got overruled.
- Mickey: Ohhhh...
- Mickey: [finding the tunnels at the Kikowani train station blocked off] This means we're screwed, right?
- Grunt: [after being shot at] Well, this sucks! I'm going north!