Jesse Wilson:
That's why you're dead, asswipe. No brains and a big mouth!
Ed:
You're right, there's a chill in the air tonight. Fifty-eight years old, can't be too careful in this weather.
Joey:
[
pointing to coffin] Yeah, you'll end up in one of those.
Ed:
Uh-uh. Not me. You'll never find me in one of these. I'm gonna get me cremated.
Joey:
You're just afraid that some old creep like you is gonna come along and steal your head.
Ed:
Watch your tongue, boy, if you like this job!
Joey:
Like this job?
Doc Mandel:
Hey look, it's Harvey!... It wasn't my fault, Harvey, we ran out of type O!
Joey:
I feel like we've been here before. You... Me... Them!
Zombie:
BRRRAAAAAINNNNSSSS!
Brenda:
Joey, I'm not into dead guys!
Billy:
You told, you told, now you die like me.
Lucy Wilson:
Look, they're ugly and they're dirty and they're dumb, and I don't even care if they are dead. I hate 'em, there's no way they're touching me!
Joey:
Let me eat your braaaiiiiiinnnnn!
Ed:
Kiss, kiss.
Zombie Head:
Get that damned screwdriver out of my head!
Tarman:
Brains! I want your brains!
Jesse Wilson:
Hello? Hello? Hello is there anybody out there? Come in, come in. Is there anybody out there? Can you tell us where to go?
Special Zombie:
Come to the hospital.
Jesse Wilson:
Sure, we'll be right there!
Doc Mandel:
Whoa, hold it, hold it... uh pardon me but would you mind telling me who the President of the United States is?
Special Zombie:
Um... hm... Harry Truman.
Jesse Wilson:
Who's Harry Truman?
Tom Essex:
They want brains... we'll give 'em brains.
Joey:
But they smell so good... so spicy...
Brenda:
Take me!
Doc Mandel:
Hardly anything to get excited about, it's only a severed hand.
Col. Glover:
Jesus Christ, not again
[
muttered when looking at guys in hazmat suits examining two Trioxin barrels]
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