Bill Robinson:
Now, I know you're not supposed to have a hand gun until you're twelve... but it can come in real handy.
Bill Robinson:
I'd say I'm a pretty darn good father. My father tried to eat me, I don't remember trying to eat Timmy.
Helen Robinson:
Bill, just because your father tried to eat you, does that mean we all have to be unhappy... forever?
Mr. Bottoms:
They're not particularly fast, are they?
School Children:
[
singing] In the brain and not the chest. Head shots are the very best.
Priest:
Head coffin please.
Little Girl:
Grandpa fell down and he's getting back up!
Bill Robinson:
Well, she is over sixty-five, Helen, and old people can't be trusted.
[
to Mr. Bottoms]
Bill Robinson:
Ain't that right?
Mr. Bottoms:
Yeah, we've had a lot of trouble with old people.
Timmy Robinson:
I knew you wouldn't eat me, boy!
Priest:
From dust have you come and to dust shall you return, but from dust shall you not be resurrected.
Cindy Bottoms:
Hi Timmy. Surprised?
Timmy Robinson:
Sort of.
Cindy Bottoms:
It's okay. It's sort of cool in a way. And he's a lot nicer.
Timmy Robinson:
Do you wanna play catch?
Cindy Bottoms:
Sure.
Timmy Robinson:
Does, uh, your zombie wanna play? What do you call him anyways?
Cindy Bottoms:
I don't know. Right now I'm just calling him 'Daddy.'
Timmy Robinson:
Sure, okay. Come on.
Cindy Bottoms:
Come on, Daddy.
Helen Robinson:
You crazy, wonderful zombie!
Helen Robinson:
[
to Fido] I wish I would have known you before... before you died.
Bill Robinson:
We're all getting funerals - all three of us!
Helen Robinson:
Bill, get your own funeral. Timmy and I are going zombie.
Mr. Bottoms:
Is that blood on your zombie?
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