Character: Kimble Graves

- Why are you still here?
- In short, mA'am, we found ourselves in the enemy's rear.
- If we returned to our ship...
- If, Yes if, Yes mouth grow mushrooms!
- Our "Valkyrie" probably in the Red sea.
- Holy shit! You fell off the boat? Where's my coffee?
- MA'am, we certainly need to find transport to the West.
Three days ago on our airfield cornered Russian. Other land part is about to be here. Supply routes to us perezal, and 12 times more than us. So unfortunately, I can help nothing can... Put down, and not smash everything around!
- How Russians are strong in the air?
- Out of reach. The shore below the dam cover anti-aircraft guns. They are well protected.
Anti - aircraft systems under the dam? And we and all of our parts here at altitude. As the airfield.
Citizen who is left?
- All evacuated, Sergeant.
- Civil no...
- That's right. The city is empty. What do you suggest?
I'm not suggesting anything, major. A bit disappointed that you can't help us, but we will be happy to carry your explosives in a certain place, if you have any left.
- Carry you, just return the car back. Working radios too, if you want to keep in touch. With each other - not with me. Don't want to know until your crazy idea will fail. You will then transport to the West.
- Thank you, major.

Jesus... was Chilled to the bone...
- The bridge is over there. Just four of us left. We need to go further.
- Everything at a glance. There is no one to hide. We need a better plan.
- The clouds are lifting - the storm abates. We need to hurry.
I don't like that shit! Are you crazy? The four of us against an army?
- We have discussed this with Harrison. He knew about the risk...
- No, YOU discussed. Discussed everything behind my back!
- What's the problem? Not like what you have in the squad is a woman?
- Women are not a problem for me, but liars can not stand!
- Come on - we need to do the job. Think about the people remaining in "Valkyrie" - on all those whom you have saved. They are counting on us.

- God! Weather "the best".
- Don't start with me, puck. Rocket launcher do you have?
- Yes, I have. Who knows - this storm is still gaining strength?
Who knows? He can in half an hour to subside. It's more like a tropical depression than a hurricane.
- What is "Typhoon"?
- You call them "hurricanes".
Storm or no, the plan we must implement. If missiles will hit the target, more people will be hurt.

- Turn on the lights, puck.
- Damn! The seat does not move. You're stuck, Sergeant.
- Irish, to panic in such a situation is the worst.
- Don't say that, you scaring me shitless. PAC, help me move the seat.
We're still drowning!
- We'll get you out of here, Dunn! Do you hear?
- How? The door is jammed.
- It's not so supposed to happen, Irish. Recker, take my gun... It's yours now.
You're ***ing up, Dunn?!
- If the wolf wants to survive, it must chew off its own paw. Shoot the window, or all will be lost.
Don't do it! Recker, none of that.
- Come On, Recker! Shoot! That's an order!
- You're full of shit, brother! Do you hear?
- Save yourselves! Get out of here!

- I used to love going to the mountains. They are quiet and simple.
- I had an uncle. Uncle Jim. He has taught me everything associated with the campaign.
- I thought you were a city boy.
- Well, Yes, to the bone. And my uncle was not urban. A native of Carolina, went out a long time ago.
- And where is he now?
- Not with us.
- I'm sorry.
- Yes, but what bly, can be done. Need to live on, right? Try to cherish the time that you have.
- We lose many loved ones...
- Too many. Too early.
Sometimes I think it's better to avoid it. To be easier, you know?
- I don't think so. Saved or lost - not to regret. No regrets. Come, Hannah, tell me - "no regrets".
- "No regrets"?
Yes, that's right, damn it. No regrets. No, bly, regrets.
- Hee-hee. No regrets. No, bly, regrets. Ha ha ha...
- Yes, that's another conversation.

- Oh, My God! "Valkyrie" is no more. We are all fucked!
- Now, listen. You can sink ships, you can destroy people but you cannot kill an idea. We will survive the grave digger.

- "Fortress", it is "the Gravedigger-3". We're in position, ready to blow everything to hell. Please advise. Welcome.
- We're screwed, so blow all to hell.
- Hannah, click on it. Hannah?!
- Damn it! Something's not right. Red - no connection.
- Come on. Damn, again need to climb down.
- Well, descend it is only necessary for one of us. Recker, do you still have charges of C-4? Well, let me.
I'm not gonna risk you my life, Hannah. I'm Irish, remember? Lucky. Come on, recker, come here!
- Recker, every day I risk my life for my country. Give me the charge.
- Your country needs you alive, Hannah. You're not going anywhere - period. Come On, Recker!
- Hell, "the grave digger"! Blow up this ship, now!
- When we argue, on Board ship people are dying! Give me the charge, recker!
- Hannah, this is my ship, dammit! Come on, man! Sink or swim!
- Make a decision, recker.
- Come On, Recker. You decide!

Your mission in Shanghai, Sergeant recker. Tell me about it. Part number?! What was your mission in Shanghai?!
- Kimble Graves. Sergeant... a-a-A-a-a!!! ... Leave him alone, you bastard!
- Make me, Sergeant.
- Recker. Recker, stay with me... I'll chop your hands off. Find that bitch Hannah, and fucking take it so that you will not find it. And her fucking husband too.
- Her husband? What husband? Are you delusional?
- You think I'm stupid? The man in bandages. I know all about it.
- So, is he still alive? Your ship called "Valkyrie", right?
What? What are you fucking?
- You have no idea who brought it from Shanghai?
- Recker! Hang In There, Recker!