- Captain Price: [door starts to open slowly] Gaz, can't you make it open faster?
- Gaz: Negative, sir. But you can try pulling if it'll make you feel better.
- Captain Price: Cheeky bastard...
- Captain Macmillan: Look at this place, fifty-thousand people used to live in this city, now it's a ghost town. I've never seen anything like it.
- Gaz: Good news first, the world's in great shape. We've got a civil war in Russia, government loyalists against ultranationalists rebels, and 15,000 nukes at stake.
- Captain Price: Just another day at the office.
- Gaz: Khaled Al-Asad. Currently the second most powerful man in the middle east. Word on the street is he's got minerals to be top dog down there. Intel's keeping an eye on him.
- Captain Price: And the bad news?
- Gaz: We've got a new guy joining us today fresh out of selection. His name's Soap.
- Captain Price: [to Soap] What the hell kinda name is "Soap" eh? How'd a muppet like you pass Selection?
- [Capt. Price interrogates al-Asad after he is captured in Azerbaijan]
- Captain Price: Why'd you do it? Where did you get the bomb?
- [He punches al-Asad, who responds in Arabic]
- Captain Price: Who, then?
- [He continues to punch al-Asad, who continues to respond in Arabic]
- Captain Price: Who? Give me a name! A name! I want his NAME!
- [a cell phone rings]
- Gaz: Sir, it's his cell phone.
- [Gaz tosses the phone to Price, who listens to the voice on the other end of the phone. Price then drops the phone, draws his pistol and shoots al-Asad in the head]
- Gaz: Who was that, sir?
- Captain Price: Zakhaev... Imran Zakhaev.
- SSgt. Griggs: I was starting to think that you were gonna leave me behind.
- Captain Price: That was my first thought, but your arse had all the C4.
- Captain Macmillan: [MI-28 Havoc chopper explodes] Goodnight, ya bastard.
- [Macmillan turns and the helicopter hits the top of a building, launching three missiles]
- Captain Macmillan: Ahhh... Crap! Run!
- [Macmillan trips and nearly gets chopped by the Havoc wreckage]
- Captain Macmillan: Crap, I can't move! Sorry, mate. You're gonna have to carry me.
- Command: Primary exfil point has been compromised. Proceed to secondary extraction south of bridge. Enemy presence... substantial.
- SSgt. Griggs: It's just TOO hot, man... but room temperature? Please. A beer should be ICE COLD.
- Captain Price: A lager maybe. Or a glass of water like you drink. But a pint of stout?
- SSgt. Griggs: I'm gonna have to school ya both when we get back stateside.
- Gaz: Yeah, well, either way we're stopping by London first. And I'm buying.
- SSgt. Griggs: At least the world didn't end. Hit it.
- Captain Price: The Loyalists are expecting us half a click to the north. Move out.
- Gaz: Loyalists, eh? Are those the good Russians or the bad Russians?
- Captain Price: Well, they won't shoot at us on sight, if that's what you're asking.
- Gaz: Yeah, well that's good enough for me, sir.
- Captain Price: Remember Beirut? You're with us.
- Sgt. Kamarov: I guess I owe you one.
- Gaz: Bloody right you do.
- [after finally reaching the control room to abort the nuclear missiles, the door opens at a snail's pace]
- SSgt. Griggs: Aw, you gotta be SHITTIN' ME!
- Zakhaev: Our so-called leaders... prostituted us to the West. Destroyed our culture... our economies... our honor. Our blood has been spilled on our soil... My blood... on THEIR hands... THEY are the invaders. All US and British forces will leave Russia immediately... or suffer the consequences.
- Captain Macmillan: Nice shot lad, I think you blew his arm off. Shock and blood loss will take care of the rest.
- Gaz: [after learning pickup can't come now] Oh, he's gotta be taking the piss! We just busted our arses to get to this LZ and now they want us to go all the way back down?
- AC-130 TV Operator: I bet that guy's pissed! That's a nice truck!
- AC-130 FCO: Nah, hehe, he's scared shitless.
- Captain Macmillan: [after being compromised] The word 'stealth' doesn't mean anything to you, does it?
- Captain Price: It's quite simple. Either we retake the launch facility or we won't recognize the world tomorrow.
- SSgt. Griggs: [to Soap after disguising himself as an ultranationalist] Man, you look like a clown in that outfit. Good thing you're up here because you look nothing like a Russian.
- Gaz: [after Kamarov asks for more sniper help. Gaz grabs Kamarov and dangles him over the edge of the building] Enough sniping! Where is the informant?
- [Kamarov shouts in Russian]
- Gaz: Where is he?
- Sgt. Kamarov: The house! The house at the northeast end of the village!
- Gaz: Well, that wasn't so hard, was it? Now, go sit in a corner!
- Captain Price: Nikolai's in hell right now. We're gonna walk him out... We take care of our friends. Let's move.
- Gaz: E.T.A. on the choppers is at least thirty minutes, sir.
- Captain Price: No good, we'll be corpses for ten minutes by then.