NARRATOR: Meanwhile...
EBBY: Sergeant, stop firing into the swarm. You're only hitting a couple of bugs at a time, and they're not coming after us.
SCHLOCK: Fine, but this wasn't the running fight I was hoping for. All they wanted was the carcass.
MURTAUGH: Maxim 47: "Don't expect the enemy to cooperate in the creation of your dream engagement."
SCHLOCK: Whatever. We lost a perfectly good base camp.
MURTAUGH: It wasn't "perfectly good." It was covered in rotten meat. We'll find high ground someplace else.
SCHLOCK: Goodbye, island. Goodbye, giant sea monster corpse.
SCHLOCK: Goodbye, swarm of bugs.