A nurse, a policeman, a young married couple, a salesman, and other survivors of a worldwide plague that is producing aggressive, flesh-eating zombies, take refuge in a mega Midwestern shopping mall.

Francine Parker: They're still here.
Stephen: They're after us. They know we're still in here.
Peter: They're after the place. They don't know why; they just remember. Remember that they want to be in here.
Francine Parker: What the hell are they?
Peter: They're us, that's all, when there's no more room in hell.
Stephen: What?
Peter: Something my granddad used to tell us. You know Macumba? Vodou. My granddad was a priest in Trinidad. He used to tell us, "When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the Earth."
Terry: [Deleted scene/Unrated Version scene]
[covers the corpses on the floor]
Terry: Somebody should say something.
Ana: Yeah.
Michael: Glen?
Glen: No.
Ana: You worked in a church.
Glen: I played the organ.
CJ: Come on, man. You must've heard the priest say something about life and death.
Glen: It was a job. I don't believe in God. I don't see how anyone could.
Dr. Foster: Every dead body that is not exterminated becomes one of them. It gets up and kills! The people it kills get up and kill!
Michael: So what's the plan?
CJ: The plan is you drink a nice tall glass of shut the fuck up.
Michael: Truck's not gonna make it to Fort Pastor.
Steve: No, forget the truck. That place is fucked, man. Bloodbath city.
Kenneth: How do you know?
Norma: We just came from there.
Kenneth: Is everyone there dead?
Steve: Or dead-ish.
Kenneth: [more firm tone] Is everyone there dead?
Steve: Yeah, in the sense that they all, sort of, fell down, and then... got up and... started eating each other.
Andy: [Kenneth is about to leave the mall, when he spots Andy on the roof, holding his sign] INFO?
Kenneth: [writing back] Fort Pastor GONE. No help coming.
Andy: [writing back] So what's the BAD news?
Televangelist: Hell is overflowing. And Satan is sending his dead to us. Why? Because you have sex out of wedlock. You kill unborn children. You have man-on-man relations. Same-sex marriage. How do you think your god will judge you? Well, friends, now we know. When there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.
Steve: [playing "Hollywood Squares" with Andy] Oh, oh. Rosie O'Donnell. Tell him to get Rosie.
Kenneth: Oh, yeah. Rosie.
Tucker: No, too easy. Give him something hard.
Ana: You guys had really rough childhoods, didn't you? Little bit rocky?
Steve: Hey, sweetheart. Let me tell you something. You, uh, you have my permission. I ever turn into one of those things? Do me a favor, blow my fucking head off.
Ana: [nods] Oh, yeah, you can count on that.
Ana: The bleeding's not gonna stop on its own. I need to stich his arm.
CJ: What are you, a fucking doctor?
Ana: No, I'm a fucking nurse.
[Fran and Stephen are observing from the roof of the mall]
Francine Parker: What are they doing? Why do they come here?
Stephen: Some kind of instinct. Memory of what they used to do. This was an important place in their lives.
[C.J. is on the roof of Andy's Gun Works with a sniper rifle preparing to shoot a propane tank]
Nicole: [in the store with Kenneth, Michael, and Terry] How will we know if he hits it?
[there's a huge explosion]
CJ: Excuse me, not to shit on anyone's riff here, but let me see if I grasp this concept, okay? You're suggesting that we take some fucking parking shuttles and reinforce them with some aluminum siding, and then just head on over to the gun store where we watch our good friend Andy play some cowboy-movie, jump-on-the-covered-wagon bullshit? Then we're going to drive across the ruined city through a welcome committee of a few hundred thousand dead cannibals. All so we can sail off into the sunset on this fucking asshole's boat?
[Points to Steve]
CJ: Head for some island that for all we know doesn't even exist?
Kenneth: Yeah.
Tucker: Pretty much, yeah.
Ana: [nods her head]
Michael: Yeah.
Steve: [gives a sarcastically enthusiastic "thumb up"]
CJ: Okay. I'm in.
Michael: Officer, sir, you do not want to go that way.
Ana: Why? What's that way?
Michael: It's pretty bad.
Andre: It's hell.
Kenneth: What about Fort Pastor?
Andre: Maybe if you had wings. The road's thick with those motherfuckers that way.
Kenneth: How do you know?
Andre: We just tried.
Michael: Back when there was eight of us. We're going to the mall.
Michael: I want you to see this.
[shows how the chainsaw goes through the truck walls]
Michael: When those things are on the side of the bus, this'll get them off. Cool, huh?
Ana: Wow. That might be the most romantic thing anyone's ever shown me.
Michael: I'm trying here.
Bart: Look, he's a twitcher.
[C.J. and Terry watch the twitching zombified security guard]
Bart: TV says you gotta shoot them in the head.
Terry: TV said a lot of things that aren't true.
CJ: Well, fuck the fucker. I told him not go to downstairs.
[C.J. shoots the zombified security guard in head]
Andy: [only on the DVD extra "The Lost Tape: Andy's Terrifying Last Days Revealed"] They say that those things are dead. I know that's a bunch of BULLSHIT!
The County Sheriff: We gotta burn... Danny! Danny! Put another round in that woman over there! Look, she's a twitcher.
[to the reporter]
The County Sheriff: I keep telling my men to shot those things in the head. Head... dead. Anyplace else, those things just twitch. Boy, we sure got a lot of them today. What's troubling is that I know some of these people were putting down. What can you do? It's got to be done.
Steve: I have an idea. While we're at it, why don't we drop by the marina, hop in my boat and take it for a pleasure cruise, you jackasses!
Ana: Wait, that's a good idea. There's islands out there. There's not many people on them.
Steve: I was kidding.
Kenneth: You sure you wanna do this?
Michael: Yeah. I think I'll just stay here awhile. Enjoy the sunrise.
Ana: [everyone has run to the roof to watch the BP truck racing around the mall parking lot] What are we gonna do about that truck?
CJ: We're not gonna do anything about that truck!
Ana: There's people in there!
CJ: Yeah, and how do you know they're not all fucked up like everybody else out there?
Ana: Well, for one thing, they're driving a truck.
[gunshots coming from truck]
Ana: Oh, and shooting guns.
Michael: I know which job I was the worst at. Being a husband.
Monica: That's not a job.
Tucker: It sure is.
Monica: You guys just haven't met the right girl.
Michael: There's no point in arguing about this. We need a solution. We need to get some food over there.
Steve: Okay. I have an idea. We draw straws and the loser runs across the lot with a ham sandwich.
Ana: Could you be a bigger prick?
Steve: I think so. But, you know, that's irrelevant. My question to you is, what's your plan?
Andre: [Deleted scene/Unrated Version scene]
[to Michael]
Andre: Hey, my man. You know, I hear you talking a lot. You know, you're always saying something. Who the fuck are you that we should listen, huh? What are you, like, in Special Ops? You in the Marines? What the fuck do you do?
Michael: I sell televisions at Best Buy.
Andre: [to Kenneth] Wow.
Andre: Hey, Officer, how you like following a guy that sells TVs?
Kenneth: About as much as I like following a guy who steals them. I'm not following anyone.
Michael: Those things are down there!
CJ: Well, these are all your problems, not mine.
Kenneth: If I put my foot up your ass, would that be your problem?
Confused Reporter: Hi. I'm Bill Vibert with 23V Cable News. I'm at one of the collection depots waiting on an interview with Sheriff Cahill.
[to the county sheriff]
Confused Reporter: I understand you're having a difficult time killing these things.
The County Sheriff: [cutting him off] Just shoot them in the head! They seem to go down permanently when you shoot them in the head. Then you gotta burn them.
Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: Dummies! Dummies! Dummies!
[his last line]
CJ: Fucking figures!
[Ana is talking to Tucker at Hallowed Grounds and then looks over at Steve, who is pouring himself a cup of coffee]
Ana: Well, it's nice to see you busting your ass today.
Steve: Oh, that's sarcasm. That is awesome.
[forced laugh]
Steve: Yeah, you know, I would love to help, but a captain never works alongside his men.
[Dangles his keys in front of Ana and Tucker and then whips them, making a cracking sound as he does so]
Steve: You guys, have a good one.
[He leaves]
Ana: What a total dick.
Steve: It's nice to see that you've all bonded through this disaster.
Kenneth: You know how to use that?
Michael: [pointing to the gun barrel] This is the dangerous end, right?
Kenneth: [Taking the safety off] Now it is.
3rd SWAT Cop in Projects Apt.: Shoot it, man! Shoot it in the head!
Andy: [only on the DVD extra "The Lost Tape: Andy's Terrifying Last Days Revealed"] Shit. Aw, shit.
[covered in blood and injured]
Andy: The dog got through, brought me a sandwich. Shit! but a couple of dumb fucks got in with it. I shoulda been on my guard. Too hungry. I got slow.
[coming upon the mall]
Stephen: What the hell is it?
Roger: It looks like a shopping center, one of those big, indoor malls
CJ: [to Bart] Hey, dumbass. It's the timers. It's 8:00.
CJ: [to Terry]
CJ: Terry. Go shut them off.
Terry: It's Bart's turn.
Bart: You're the trainee, man. Shit rolls downhill.
Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: The normal question, the first question is always, are these cannibals? No, they are not cannibals. Cannibalism in the true sense of the word implies an intrapecies activity. These creatures cannot be considered human. They prey on humans. They do not prey on each other - that's the difference. They attack and they feed only on warm human flesh. Intelligence? Seemingly little or no reasoning power, but basic skills remain and more remembered behaviors from normal life. There are reports of these creatures using tools. But even these actions are the most primitive - the use of external articles as bludgeons and so forth. I might point out to you that even animals will adopt the basic use of tools in this manner. These creatures are nothing but pure, motorized instinct. We must not be lulled by the concept that these are our family members or our friends. They are not. They will not respond to such emotions.
[the gathered crowd starts arguing]
Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: They must be destroyed on sight!
Kenneth: Fuck y'all!
Wooley: How the hell come we stick these low-life bastards in these big-ass hotels, anyway? Shit, man! This is better than I got!
Michael: You come with me, or you go back in that cell.
CJ: All right. I ain't going anywhere without a gun.
Michael: [Breaks a glass case holding a fire ax, throws it to CJ] Have at them, cowboy!
CJ: Asshole.
Ana: Frank, Michael's coming to shoot you.
Bart: Wanna hear something that really sucks? You guys know that chick at Dairy Queen?
CJ: The fat one?
Bart: Yeah. She was coming over tonight. I would have tapped that shit for sure.
Terry: Bart, dude, everybody's dead, okay? Your mom's dead. Your brother's dead. That fat chick at Dairy Queen? Dead!
Bart: Yeah. That sucks, too.
Norma: [her last words, after the shoot-out with Andre] Son of a bitch shot me...
Roger: Jesus, it's everywhere.
Andy: [only on the DVD extra "The Lost Tape: Andy's Terrifying Last Days Revealed"] Kenneth, the black guy, over in the mall... he just wrote me that Fort Pastor's gone. We're on our own. There's no help coming. Yeah, okay. Okay. No problem, you know? People have always put up with shit, right? We survive. That's what we do. We survived the fucking Romans. We survived the Crusades. We survived the Black Plague! We survived fucking world wars! We survived everything! All right? It's just nature's way of thinning us out, you know? Leaving the best to survive and build a better world. That's what's gonna happen now. I'm gonna survive. I'm gonna build you a better world!
Peter: Roger, get your head together, we got a lot of work to do.
Roger: Number two.
Peter: You all right?
Roger: Perfect, baby. Perfect.
Michael: [to Norma on her rescue] Well done.
Norma: Thanks.
Steve: Hey, I'm sorry, excuse me... when you two fellas are done blowing each other, maybe Davy Crockett could tell us the deal here?
Andy: [only on the DVD extra "The Lost Tape: Andy's Terrifying Last Days Revealed"] I tossed a fucking Molotov. Not good. For one thing, it don't do shit. It just burns for a while and leaves them all grilled and smelling like Jimmy Dean! And now I'm really fucking hungry!
Michael: You coming with us?
Kenneth: Nah, you're coming with me. I've done this before.
CJ: [to Kenneth] You can take your ass over to the Quality Inn if it's still there, Shaq!
Roger: Hey, man, we can't carry all this shit.
[Peter wheels a gardening cart up with all of their supplies]
Roger: Oh, I see, we're just gonna wheel right by 'em, right?
Peter: We're gonna try, brother. We ain't doin' this for the exercise, so we might as well try to get what we can.
Roger: No way this is gonna happen.
Ana: Well, Michael, what are you waiting for? Go ahead, kill him. Hey, kill Tucker, too!
Tucker: Wait a minute. I was never bit!
Ana: We can't be sure. Do it, Michael!
Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: [on a TV] They use... consume maybe 5% of the food available in the human body. With that small amount, the body is usual intact enough to be mobile when it revives.
TV Commentator: What are you saying? Are you saying...
Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: [interrupting] It is worth saving? Is a bite victim worth saving? For all I know, it's the brains that are already dead. It's the idiots that are still alive.
TV Commentator: You can't help us deal with your calm illogical ways...
Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: Illogical hell! I'm showing you a way we can up the food supply 20 times.
TV Commentator: Food supply for who?
Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: For a whole specimen that is walking around out there in increasing numbers, we should...
TV Commentator: Are you saying we should FEED them? The bite victims...
Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: What else are you going to do with them? Give me an alternative.
[various arguing among the studio audience is heard in the background]
TV Commentator: You scientists are supposed to come up with a way of solving this problem rather than feeding the opposition? It doesn't make any sense.
Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: Well, I can think of another alternative. Since these things seem to congregate in heavily populated areas and since we have not touched upon any of our nuclear resources... why don't we drop bombs on all the big cities?
TV Commentator: You're not serious?
Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: I am deadly serious! What are the choices? They won't run out of food, that's the problem you see. And they won't run out of food as long as we're still alive.
Kenneth: Nothing to say. Been to a lot of funerals. Folded the flag and given it to a lot of wives, and fathers, and kids. I told them how sorry I was. But that's not what I was really feeling. In the back of my mind, I was always saying, "Better them than me." But I don't believe that now. Because now I realize there are some things worse than death, and one of them is sitting here waiting to die.
Luda: [referring to her unborn child] I want Russian name.
Andre: It's a girl!
CJ: [after everyone enters an elevator to escape the zombies] I like this song.
Steve: Whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait. I'm sorry. Why does he stay here while I go on the suicide mission to rescue Terry's already-dead girlfriend?
Terry: Fuck you, man!
Michael: We don't know that.
CJ: You know what, asshole? Either way we gotta get over there and get the guns to get out of this parking lot, all right?
[about to whack a zombie in the head with a machete]
Blades: Say goodbye, creep!
Michael: Help should be along soon.
Steve: Did you hear that from the same jackass who told us to go to St. Verbena?
Michael: The church downtown?
Steve: Yeah, some dipshit on the radio said it was safe there... He was wrong!
Roger: Come on, Martinez.
Wooley: Yeah, Martinez! Show your greasy little Puerto Rican ass so I can blow it right off!
[Cocks his gun]
Wooley: Blow ALL their asses off! Low-life bastards! Blow ALL their low-life little Puerto Rican and Nigger asses right off!
[Roger was almost bitten by a zombie, and has snapped]
Roger: Bastards, you bastards! We got 'em, didn't we? We got this, man! We got this by the ass!
Kenneth: [pointing a gun at Ana] Say something.
Ana: Please...
Roger: Aww, God! Oh, Jesus Christ!
Peter: What is it?
Roger: My bag! I left my goddamn bag in the other truck!
Peter: [stops driving the truck] All right, trooper, you better screw your head on.
Roger: [hyped tone] Yeah, yeah, yeah; c'mon, c'mon c'mon, let's go!
Peter: [grabbing him by the collar] I mean it! Now you're not just playin' with your life, you're playin' with mine! Now... are you straight?
Roger: [subdued tone] Yeah.
Roger: It's Christmastime down there, buddy!
Peter: Fat city, brother! How we gonna work it?
Roger: If we can get into one of the department stores up top, they'll have their own escalators inside.
Peter: Let's go check those keys.
Dr. Foster: You're not running a talk show here, Mr. Berman! You can forget pitching an audience the moral bullshit they want to hear!
Frank: [his last words] You want... every... single second.
WGON-TV Cameraman: Go ahead and leave. We'll be off the air by midnight; the emergency networks are taking over. Our responsibility is finished.
CJ: [locking others into store for the night] I don't want anybody sneaking around and stealing shit.
[shuts gate]
CJ: Comprende? Sweet dreams.
Peter: Get its head up. Get its head up. Roger, get its head up, man!
Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: We must think logically. We must deal with his crisis logically, with calm and unemotional response! We have to remain rational. We have to remain logical.
TV Commentator: Scientists like you always think that way. That's not how people think. We just cannot abandon our moral code to...
Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: We've got to! We've got to remain logical. There's no choice. It has to be that. It's that or the end.
Terry: [as Nicole is dragged into the other truck] Hey, wait... Nicole!
Ana: I don't wanna die here.
Luda: Excuse me, please? Is there a restroom?
CJ: No. You're staying here.
Andre: So then why don't you tell us which spot in here you'd like us to take a piss?
Michael: [Everyone is sitting down to dinner] Before that I worked in a stationary store. And I drove a snowplow. Fixed copiers.
Steve: God, it's such a shame that this whole "end of the world" thing's holding you back.
Peter: This place is gonna be rotten. We've got to clean it up, brother.
Monica: Thank God, I couldn't stay in that fucking truck anymore.
Peter: Go on, get out of here.
Francine Parker: Peter...
Peter: I said get out of here.
Francine Parker: Jesus Christ, Peter...
Peter: I don't want to go. I really don't.
TV Director: [referring to Dr. Foster] Get that guy off the air!
Camera man: What the hell's going on?
Officer at Police Dock: Hey! Ya got any cigarettes?
Roger: Any of you guys got cigarettes?
[Francine shakes her head]
Roger: No, I'm sorry.
Stephen: Where you headed?
Officer at Police Dock: Down river. We got an idea maybe we can make it to the island!
Stephen: What Island?
Officer at Police Dock: Any island. What about you? Where are you headed?
Stephen: Straight up.
Roger: One-stop shopping: everything you need, right at your fingertips.
[repeated line]
CJ: Fucking nursery school.
Stephen: How many do you figure are already in?
Peter: Not too many. We'll get it all locked up, and then we're going on a hunt.
[after avoiding a bunch of the zombies]
Roger: Well, we're in, but how the hell are we gonna get back?
Peter: Who the hell cares! Let's go shopping!
Roger: Watches! Watches!
Peter: Wait a minute, man. Let's just get the stuff we need. I'll get a television and a radio.
Roger: Ooohh, ooohh, lighter fluid! And chocolate. Chocolate!
[he runs down a clothing aisle]
Roger: Hey, how about a mink coat?
Dr. Foster: This situation must be controlled before it's too late. They're multiplying too rapidly!
Ana: [Locked in a store, calling to Terry, who is across the hall] Hey! Hey!
[Gets Terry's attention, he walks over]
Terry: What?
Ana: The bathroom in here is fake; it doesn't work.
Terry: I'll tell CJ.
Ana: I'm telling you!
Terry: I wish somebody was working Hallowed Grounds.
CJ: How hard is it to make a cup of coffee?
Terry: I wanted a soy mocha latte with foam.
Bart: Faggot.
Ana: [Terry is video-taping her] Where did you get that thing?
Terry: I found Steve's camera!
Stephen: We've got to find more fuel. Maybe closer to Cleveland.
Roger: No. We've got to stay out of the big cities. If they're anything like Philly, we may never get out alive.
Peter: We may never get out of any place alive. We almost didn't get out of here.
Roger: We're getting out of here fine. As long as there's not too many of those things around, we can handle them easy.
Peter: Yeah, well it wasn't one of those things that nearly blew me away.
Roger: We gotta stay in the sticks! There's bound to be more of those little private airports upstate.
Stephen: There's the locks along the Allgheny. There's several fuel-pumping stations there, state- and private-owned.
Roger: No, those are probably still manned. We don't need those hassles either.
Stephen: They're just out after scavengers and looters.
Peter: Oh, you got papers for this limousine?
Stephen: I've got GON I.D., and so does Fran.
Peter: Right, and we're up here doing traffic reports! Wake up, sucker! We're thieves and we're bad guys. That's exactly what we are. We gotta find our own way.
Blades: [to Peter] I *see* you, chocolate man!
Francine Parker: Stephen, I'm afraid. You're hypnotized by this place. All of you! You don't see that it's not a sanctuary, it's a prison! Let's just take what we need and get out of here!
Stephen: Do you have any idea how many times we would have to land to refuel on our way up north to Canada? Those things are everywhere! The authorities would give us just as hard a time, maybe worse. Fran, we have everything we need right here. Besides, you always wanted to play house, remember?
Andy: [From the DVD extra "The Lost Tape: Andy's Terrifying Last Days Revealed"] We're safe in here. Anybody wanna crash this "dinner party", they're gonna get some copper-coated candy for dessert, right? Be all right, baby.
Peter: Somebody better sit watch all the time.
Roger: [points to the boarded up door] They'll never get through there.
Peter: Enough of them will. And it's not just those things we have to worry about. That chopper up there could give us away if somebody comes messin' around.
Roger: And what are they gonna do? Land another pilot to fly it out? They're not gonna mess with a little bird like that, they've got enough on their hands.
Mr. Berman: People aren't willing to accept your solutions, doctor, and I for one don't blame them!
Andre: Where's the lemon stuff?
Monica: It's gone. Steve likes to put it in his booze. Try the vanilla stuff.
Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: This isn't the Republicans versus the Democrats, where we're in a hole economically or... or we're in another war. This is more crucial than that. This is down to the line, folks, this is down to the line. There can be no more divisions among the living!
[Roger and Peter are startled by the Old Priest]
Old Priest: Señores, please to let me pass.
Roger: Let's get him to the med unit.
Old Priest: No, no, please. Just let me pass. I go up to seventh floor to find my sister; just let me pass. The people of 107 will do what you wish now.
Peter: I've seen half-a-dozen guys in my unit get bitten by those things. None of them lasted more than... three days.
[looking in a Civil Defense carton]
Francine Parker: Spam!
Roger: You bring a can opener?
Francine Parker: No, I guess I didn't
Roger: Then don't knock it, it's got it's own key.
Monica: You've got to drive faster, man!
Bart: [In the parking garage] What the fuck was that? I just saw something.
CJ: You didn't see shit, Bart. Shut the fuck up.
Bart: Oh, shit. Here it comes.
[a dog turns the corner]
Bart: Jesus Christ! It's a fucking dog.
Michael: [to dog] Come here, boy. Well, at least you know nothing's down here. It would've eaten him.
Bart: See? I told you I saw something!
Michael: Steve, don't fuck this up!
Steve: Yeah, totally.
Ana: Michael, you can't do this, what if I'm wrong?
Michael: You've seen it happen before!
Old Priest: Many have died, last week, on these streets. In the basement of this building, you will find them. I have given them the last rites. Now, you do what you will. You are stronger than us. But soon, I think they be stronger than you. When the dead walk, señores, we must stop the killing... or lose the war.
Steve: [Waiting by the trucks, sees everybody running to them] Hey, what the hell happened to you guys?
Michael: Give me the keys!
Ana: [Running past] Prick!
CJ: [Pushes Steve] I'll deal with you later, motherfucker!
Nicole: Chips, come here. Come on, Chips!
Monica: [mocking] Come on, Chips.
Radio Announcer: [on Emergency Broadcast System] The President today has sent to Congress a package of initiatives, aimed at what sources call a most sweeping sense of emergency measures.
Bart: What's the news?
CJ: Bad.
Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: [on Emergency Television Network] If there was ever a time a decision had to be made, it's now, now! Someone's got to come up with a plan!
Bart: Terry, come on, man. Open the door.
Terry: [Distracted by watching Nicole on the security monitors] Shut up.
Bart: Come on, man. Don't tell me to shut up. Just come open the door. I got you this job. Come on.
Rico, 2nd Bandit on Apartment Rooftop: Jesus Christ, there's a thousand pigs!
Peter: Ain't it a crime.
Stephen: What?
Peter: The only person who could miss with this gun is the sucker with the bread to buy it.
Officer at Police Dock: What are you doing here?
Stephen: We're with GON.
Officer at Police Dock: About a minute and a half on the car.
Stephen: Now, wait a minute. We're just here to refuel. Those men were already dead. Now you were here, you know that.
Officer at Police Dock: GON Traffic Watch. Steve Andrews.
Stephen: That's me, I'm Steve Andrews.
Officer at Police Dock: Yeah, no shit.
Andre: Shatterproof, asshole.
CJ: [waving a gun at fellow survivors] I'll kill each and every one of you to stay alive. You hear me?
Wooley: Come on, you dumb bastards, come and get 'em!
Roger: Peter, where are you?
Peter: I'm right here, man.
Roger: Hey, we did it, didn't we? We whipped 'em, didn't we?
Peter: That's right, man.
Roger: Didn't we... Didn't we whip 'em?
Peter: We sure did, buddy.
Roger: We whipped 'em and we got it ALL!
Officer in Apartment Project: Wooley's gone ape-shit, man!
Kenneth: Oh, I get it. You saw hell yesterday. Now you're scared of going to hell for all the bad things you've done. I'll tell you what. Go in the stall, say five Hail Marys, wipe your ass, and you and God can call it even.
[about to run a gauntlet of zombies]
Roger: Whad'ya think? Bag it or try for it?
Peter: You game?
Roger: I need lighter fluid.
Peter: You got it.
Roger: [to Peter] Man, a lot of people are running... I could run... I could run, tonight. A friend of mine, he's got this helicopter. He does traffic reports for GON. He asked me to come with him. Do you think it's right to run?
Francine Parker: Rescue stations.
Charlie Parker - WGON-TV Typist who hands out notes to Francine: Half of those are inoperative as of now.
Francine Parker: Charlie, these are rescue stations. We can't send people to inoperative rescue stations.
Charlie Parker - WGON-TV Typist who hands out notes to Francine: We've had old information on the air for the last twelve hours.
Roger: [over the radio while driving trucks] Hey, too tall, too slow, two, come back!
Peter: You look my size when you're sitting in a truck.
Roger: What I want to know is how we got to be in the same force with you being so large and all?
Peter: Well, they told me it was a midget force, and they needed somebody to look up to. Hey, where's Flyboy? What's his twenty?
Roger: He's probably up on the roof... with Flygirl!
Bart: [watching TV] "Twitcher"? Now that is one cool motherfucker.
Dr. Foster: They kill for one reason: they kill for food. They eat their victims, you understand that, Mr. Berman? That's what keeps them going!
CJ: America always sorts its shit out.
[pointing his gun at Stephen]
Peter: You never point a gun at anyone, mister. Scary, isn't it? Isn't it?
[looking at the approaching bikers]
Peter: Just three of them, huh?
Stephen: Holy shit!
Peter: They'll get in. They'll move the trucks.
Stephen: There's hundreds of those creatures down there.
Peter: Come on, man, that's a professional army. Looks like they've been surviving on the road all through this thing. Well, let's not make it easy for them.
Ana: Why are they coming here?
Kenneth: Memory, maybe. Instinct. Maybe they're coming for us.
Steve: I run a tight ship.
Stephen: We're still pretty close to Johnstown. Those rednecks are probably enjoying this whole thing.
Stephen: We've got to survive! Somebody's got to survive!
[coming across a Zombie storage room]
Roger: Why did these people keep them here?
Peter: 'Cause they still believe there's respect in dying.
Roger: You better get some sleep, too.
Peter: I been thinkin'. There's an awful lot of stuff down there that we could use.
Roger: I know it.
Peter: It's a big place, but they're pretty spread out down there. I think we can outrun 'em.
Roger: Hit and run?
Peter: Hit and run.
Francine Parker: You're crazy!
Roger: This place could be a gold mine. We've got to at least check it out.
TV Director: Roll the rescue stations!
TV Producer: We just got a report that half those stations have been knocked out.
TV Director: Then get me another list.
TV Producer: Sure, I'll just pull one out of my ass, right?
Tucker: [counting ammo] We have 12 of these shotgun shells, 26 of these pussy nine mils, and 16 of those .357 Magnums.
Motorcycle Raider (radio operator): O.K. Hey, you, in the mall, listen! We don't like people who don't share. You just fucked up REAL bad!
[last lines]
[Peter and Francine are flying off of the mall rooftop]
Peter: How much fuel do we have?
Francine Parker: Not much.
Peter: All right.
[on a TV set, Dr. Millard Rausch argues with a TV reporter about doomsday scenarios]
Francine Parker: It's really all over... isn't it?
Stephen: Hello, HQ, this is Police Dock. Operator dead, post abandoned.
Terry: [about the people in the truck] You can't just turn them away, CJ, you'll kill them!
CJ: Tough shit. Self-defense.
Terry: I'm not killing anybody!
CJ: [Points his gun at Terry] You know what? I'll kill you!
Roger: What's the problem, officer?
Officer at Police Dock: We caught your friends here stealing company gasoline.
Roger: What do you mean, friends?
Stephen: They know, Rog. They're running too.
Officer at Police Dock: Now it would be crazy to start shooting at each other.
Roger: It sure would.
Roger: You'll take care of me when I go, won't you, Peter?
Peter: Just rest, man. Save your strength.
Roger: I don't want to be walkin' around... like THAT!... Peter... PETER?
Peter: I'm here, man!
Roger: Don't do it until you are sure I *am* coming back! I'm gonna try... not to... I'm gonna try... not to... come back. I'm gonna try... not to...
[Roger is in the basement, vomiting]
Peter: You ain't just in here by yourself, boy!
[Roger aims his gun at Peter]
Peter: You was in Wooley's unit, wasn't you?
[Peter cocks his gun]
Roger: I didn't see nothing. I didn't see how he died.
[They lower their guns]
Terry: [CJ is threatening to kill the group] He is a cop, CJ.
Peter: We're gonna have a hell of a time getting back.
Roger: We've just got to wait a little longer before we move.
Peter: No, there's always a chance of some of them staying up on the balcony.
Roger: We can handle that. We can break right through them.
Peter: If any of them see us or hear us, they'll just follow us on up. It's no good.
Roger: We sure as hell can outrun 'em. We can load up with what we've got and get the hell out of here.
Peter: I've been thinking... maybe we've got a good thing going here. Maybe we shouldn't be in such a hurry to leave.
Roger: Oh, man.
Peter: If we could get back up there without them catching on, we could hole up for a while, at least long enough to catch a breath, check out the radio, see what's happening.
Stephen: There's some kind of passageway over the top the stores. I don't know if it's just heating ducts or some kind of access. I saw it on the map.
Peter: Upstairs. Let's go.
[Roger and Rico point their guns at each other, at point blank range]
Roger: Hold it!
[Rico breaks and begins to run away]
Roger: Don't go out there!
[Rico is shot and screams as he falls off the tenement rooftop]
[referring to Frannie]
Peter: She looks sick.
Roger: Come on, wouldn't you be?
Peter: No, man, I mean she really looks ill.
Stephen: She's pregnant.
Roger: [nervously] Hey, maybe we should get moving.
Peter: We can handle it.
Roger: Yeah, but what if she needs a doctor...?
Peter: [interrupting] We can handle it! It doesn't change a thing.
[to Stephen]
Peter: Do you want to get rid of it?
Stephen: [shocked] *What*?
Peter: Do you want to abort it? It's not too late, and I know how.

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