Marion: One day you're out on your boat and you get attacked by zombie fish, they munch at your face, like you're the main course at an all you can eat crazy country boy buffet. You walk away, tell the town your story; they think you're mad. Everyone thinks you're mad, you think I'm mad. It happens again, this time it's not zombie fish it's zombie Berkeley. But this time I'm prepared, I'm ready to fight whatever they can throw at me. Still i wasn't strong enough, the strongest ones are always the last ones left; if that's not me, it must be you. If that was the case you wouldn't have battled the undead and lived. You'd be the entree at a smorgasboard of brainfood.
Harrison: When I was a kid, we fuckin' respected our parents, we didn't fuckin' eat 'em!
Harrison: I'll fuckin' finish you off faster than a fuckin' birthday cake at a fat chick's fuckin' birthday party!
Marion: ...time is short. So you gotta ask yourself: Are you a fighter, Fish Queen, or are you zombie food?
Alien #1: [to other Alien without suit] Put you clothes back on.
Alien #2: I'm comfortable with who I am.