A gang of bank robbers fight their way out of a zombie-infested London.

Ray Macguire: So, where do we go now?
Terry: Out the front door.
Ray Macguire: Oh, for fuck's sake. That's great. Listen everyone, we've just been rescued by Laurel and fucking Hardy.
Eric: Those things are vampires! We need crucifixes, garlic, silver, holy water, and Christopher Lee!
Ray Macguire: No, you soppy tart, those things are fucking zombies!
Ray Macguire: You're about as much use as an ashtray on a motorbike.
Ray Macguire: I know this place is closing down, but people are trying to eat their dinner. So listen, you yuppie twat, if you don't get out of here by the time I count to five, I'm going to shove that clipboard so far up your Aris that you'll have to stick your pen up your nose to write on it. One, two, three...
Andy: NO! Too much, fuckin' too much for one day. Surely!
Andy: What the fuck is going on?
Terry: I really don't know.
Andy: Got a steel plate in his head; injury from the Iraq war. The had to remove part of his brain.
Terry: Yeah, the part of your brain that keeps you from being fucking psychopath!
Andy: Piss off, you muppets!
Ray Macguire: Boys, boys. Now you're talking my language.