Return of the Living Dead II (1988)
Joey: I feel like we've been here before. You... Me... Them!
Zombie Head: Get that damn screwdriver out of my head!
Tarman: Brains! Brains! I want, live brain! Brains! Brains!
Jesse Wilson: That's why you're dead, ass wipe. 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: Harvey, it wasn't my fault. We ran out of type O.
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!
Jesse Wilson: Hello? Hello, is there anybody out there? Come in, come in. Can you hear me? Is anybody out there? Hello? Can you tell us where to go?
Special Zombie: Come to the hospital.
Jesse Wilson: Sure, we'll be right there!
Doc Mandel: Hold it, hold it! Uh, pardon me, but would you mind telling me who the President of the United States is?
Special Zombie: Um, Harry Truman.
Jesse Wilson: Who's Harry Truman?
Tom Essex: They want brains, we'll give them brains.
Col. Glover: Jesus Christ, not again
[muttered when looking at guys in hazmat suits examining two Trioxin barrels]
Zombie Head: Oh, come on, guy. Back off with that thing. I got gas! Blergh! Don't hit a girl when she's down! Oh! Oh! AAH!
[a soldier with a flamethrower burns the head]
Zombie Head: Okay. No more brains. You win. For now!