Madison: Oh shit.
Madison: AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Dr. Sam: Okay, we've zeroed in on the last ping from the ORCA. Fenway Park, dead ahead.
(We'll lay cover fire to keep Ghidorah distracted.)
Copy that.
Colonel, all squadrons are locked on target.
Dr. Ilene: For Serizawa.
Dr. Sam: Is it just me or,
has he been working out?
Dr. Rick: You kidding me?
Serizawa's got that lizard juiced!
Diane: Damn right.
Dr. Rick: Oh boy!
Godzilla's radiation levels have gone through the roof.
We got about 12 minutes before he goes thermal nuclear!
Diane: What do you mean?
Dr. Rick: I'm saying about 12 minutes,
it's gonna be a bad day to be a Red Sox fan.
Dr. Sam: Okay guys, you need to find the ORCA, get Madison and get the hell out of there!
(Whatever Serizawa did to Godzilla worked a little too well,
cause he's about to explode like an atom bomb!)
Roger that.
Jackson: Prepare for landing!