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?
School Children: [singing] In the brain and not the chest. Head shots are the very best.
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.
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: [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?
Timmy Robinson: It was a nose bleed.
Mr. Bottoms: That's not a fresh zombie, only fresh zombies bleed, son.
Timmy Robinson: I meant my nose.
Mr. Bottoms: How did blood from your nose get onto your zombie?
Timmy Robinson: I wiped it there.