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Roger (Character)
from Dawn of the Dead (1978)

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Dawn of the Dead (1978)
[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.

[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.

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: One-stop shopping: everything you need, right at your fingertips.

[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]

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.

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.

[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!

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.

[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.

[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]

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: Jesus, it's everywhere.

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!

[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?

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.

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!

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: [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?

[coming upon the mall]
Stephen: What the hell is it?
Roger: It looks like a shopping center, one of those big, indoor malls

[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.

[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.

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.

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.

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!

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.