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: 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.
: [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?
: [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
] Oh, yeah, you can count on that.
: [Deleted scene/Unrated Version scene
: 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
: 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.
: Fuck y'all!
: 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
: Head for some island that for all we know doesn't even exist? Kenneth
: Yeah. Tucker
: Pretty much, yeah. Ana
: [nods her head
: Yeah. Steve
: [gives a sarcastically enthusiastic "thumb up"
: Okay. I'm in.
: You coming with us? Kenneth
: Nah, you're coming with me. I've done this before.
: 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.
: [pointing a gun at Ana
] Say something. Ana
: 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.
: 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?
: You sure you wanna do this? Michael
: Yeah. I think I'll just stay here awhile. Enjoy the sunrise.
: Why are they coming here? Kenneth
: Memory, maybe. Instinct. Maybe they're coming for us.
: 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.
: 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.