Zeke: Huh? Ashe! Ashe! We got trouble.
Ashe: Jesse McCree. Been a while. You promised you’d write.
McCree: Well, Ashe… *lights cigar*…I’ve been kinda busy.
Ashe: We’re pretty busy ourselves. So it’s awful convenient, you showin’ up today.
McCree: Yeah… You’ve never been one to shy away from a good tip.
Ashe: Hey--we worked hard for this score. You best move on now.
McCree: Hmph. All I want is that crate. Everythin’ else is yours.
Ashe:: This crate? *taps crate with gun*
Ashe: Huh… B.O.B.
Ashe: Well, well… Now you got my attention. What is it?
McCree: That’s none of your business.
Ashe: Well as I see it... now it's very much our business.
McCree: *'sighs'* It doesn't always have to be this way, Ashe.
Ashe: Apparently, *cocks gun* it does.
Ashe: Come on!
Terran: Ahh! Don't shoot!
Ashe: Ahh! B.O.B., do something!
McCree Looks like B.O.B. got himself some upgrades.
Ashe: Smoke him out of there!
Ashe: Last chance McCree! Toss out your weapon!
McCree: Alright, Ashe. Here it comes!
Ashe: Oh, shoot--
Ashe: What? What the-- McCree!
McCree: Sorry about that, B.O.B. No hard feelings?
Ashe: McCree! Hey! Untie me McCree!
McCree: Say hi to the gang for me.
Ashe:--I'm talking to you! I will not be ignored! I'm going to rebuild B.O.B. and I'm going to have him rip off your other arm! McCree--!
Echo: Hey there, cowboy.
McCree: Welcome back, partner.
Echo: Mmm... how long have I been gone?
McCree: Far too long.
Echo: *holds McCree's arm* What happened?
McCree: Well, that's a story for another time. But I got a call. They're gettin' the band back together. They want me... but really... they need you.
Echo: Jesse, wait. What are you going to do?
McCree: *chuckles* I've got some business to attend to.
McCree: Say hi to the monkey for me.
Echo: Monkey?
McCree: Scientist... Whatever...
"Roadtrip" epilogue
Ashe: [sigh] Really nice goin', B.O.B. That coulda been an easy score, but NO! McCree shows his stupid mug and everyone just falls to complete pieces! [sigh] [quietly] I shoulda just put a bullet in him the minute he showed up. [McCree passes] HEY! That's my bike! MCCREE!!! Oh I hate that guy! [B.O.B. blinks] What are you lookin' at?