Hell of the Living Dead (1980)
Vincent: Patience is the chief virtue for those who have faith. Mahatma Gandhi, New Delhi, 1946.
Lt. Mike London: Up your ass. Lieutenant Mike London, Shit Creek, the year is now.
Technician #1: She may not know much about chemestry, but in bed, her reactions are terrific.
Technician #2: I'm not surprised with that cute little ass.
Technician #1: I'm a tit man, myself.
Lia Rousseau: [as a couple zombies are approaching them] They must be monsters! Look at their faces!
Max: They could be drunk.
Professor Barrett: Experimental project Operation: Sweet Death must be considered a complete failure. Some kind of degenerated process has begun which may be catastrophic for everybody. May God forgive us... for what we have produced here and... pardon us for this evil.
Max: [as Zantoro is fighting off a horde of zombies] Zantoro can't take them all on by himself!
Lt. Mike London: He did all right the last time.
Zantoro: [as everyone is repeatedly shooting the zombies in the chest rather than in the head] Cut it out! Stop wasting your damn bullets, you jerks! You need to hit their heads! I told you! See, like this!
[shoots a zombie in the head]
Lt. Mike London: Buildings have people in them. We'd better go investigate.
Zantoro: [Osbourn is about to shoot a zombie] No, hold it! That's not polite... I get the first shot!
Zantoro: [the swat team is in a native graveyard] Hey, Vincent! What happened to all those cute little wild naked native girls you promised us?
Vincent: There's one right in front of ya, look!
[gestures at corpse]
Vincent: She may not look like much to you, but in bed, she's out of this world!
Zantoro: No thanks. I kinda prefer my girls more meaty. You take her.
Zantoro: [after shooting the zombies in the chest repeatingly] Woo, these mothers have got more lives than a cat!
Josie's Husband: [Their son was apparently bitten] These bright ideas you get... bringing a 7-year-old child through this filth! Only YOU could have thought of it!
Josie: There was absolutely no way of knowing the trouble we'd run into.
Josie's Husband: Dumb broad! The living image of a modern mother! You couldn't be so mean to leave our boy at a nice safe school for a couple weeks! Not her! 'Oh, no! Not to bring our boy along with us would be cruel!' Doesn't matter if he's eaten by mosquitoes... or wounded by a native lunatic!
Lia Rousseau: [Annoyed] Oh, please! You're not gonna begin that again!
Josie's Husband: [Sarcastic] Oh, no! I'm sorry! Naturally, the great Lia Rousseau can't possibly be disturbed listening to the complaints of a man who's upset about his boy! No, she's on a special mission. The idol of a TV audience who doesn't get enough violence and BLOODSHED!
[taunting several zombies]
Zantoro: Shit-faced bastards! Lousy bunch of TURDS! Brainless monkies! Ha, ha, you can't catch me! Get back to your graves! Come on! This way! I'm waiting for ya!
[to a zombie]
Zantoro: Hey you. What are you staring at? Are you hungry? Ah, I get it. You want a little bite outta me. Sure, why not? What meat do you like? Drumstick... or wing?
[Zombies start to grab Zantoro's arm]
Zantoro: Oh! Oh, yeah, that's great! A wing, eh? Well suck this!
[shoots at the zombies]
Zantoro: [to the zombies] What's the matter? Dissapointed? Sorry, boys! I guess I'm not on the menu after all! Ha, ha, ha, don't let it worry ya! I figure we'll all meet again... in hell!
Vincent: [as Zantoro is taunting the zombies] He must be nuts! He's speaking to those gooks!
Lt. Mike London: [to Vincent looking shaken up after escaping a zombie raid in a native village] Why the long face? Something eatin' ya?
Terrorist Leader: [after getting gunned down by the Swat team; dying words] You're all... doomed to a horrible death. Doomed to... be eaten up. First, they'll kill you... then afterwards... you'll be eaten... be eaten... devouered... by men like you... your brothers...