Day of the Dead (2008)
Bud Crain: Sweet spear.
Salazar: You see a black man with a sharp stick and it's supposed to be a spear?
Salazar: [takes machete] This shit right here was made for me. Uh-huh. Whoo.
[raises machete in the air]
Salazar: By the power of Grayskull. Yeah.
Sarah Bowman: Okay. Stop fucking around and start loading the stuff up.
Salazar: How long are you gonna keep cussing at me? You see this? This is a machete. Unappreciative ass. See if I save your ass again.
Salazar: [about Ben] This shit is ridiculous. I mean, why Thriller over here ain't trying to eat us?
Sarah Bowman: He's a vegetarian.
Salazar: That's the best explanation you can come up with?
Sarah Bowman: You got a better one?
Salazar: All I'm saying, as long he don't try to mistake me for a soy bean burger, we're gonna be all right.
Soldier: Sir, my orders are to relay the information to you so you can pass it on to the public.
Paul - DJ: This ain't about that flu thing, is it? So what the fuck is it about? You are going to talk to me, so help me God. Or...
[brings out music CD]
Paul - DJ: ...Celine Dion.
Sarah Bowman: You don't have to worry. Nothing happens in this town anyway.
Bud Crain: Yeah, it seems like a real shit hole. Where are we going anyway?
Sarah Bowman: My house.
Bud Crain: Oh, so you're from here?
Sarah Bowman: Born and raised.
Bud Crain: Well, it's kind of a charming shit hole.
Doctor Logan: Great. A driver without keys and a soldier without bullets. It must be my fucking birthday. What's with you two?
Bud Crain: You know what? It's complicated, okay, pal?
Sarah Bowman: How did you get here?
Doctor Logan: Taxi.
Bud Crain: Great. Well, you're nominated to go out and hail us another one.
Salazar: [to Sarah as she runs over zombies] That's what I'm talking about! Run their ass over! Now you're driving.
Captain Rhodes: Corporal, it's your orders to keep this shit-hole town - excuse me, *your* shit-hole town sealed off.
Sarah Bowman: [to Trevor, after running over her zombiefied mother] It's not her, not any more.
Sarah Bowman: How long has Mom been sick?
Trevor Bowman: This morning. It's a cold. Everyone's got it. And when did you start caring?
Sarah Bowman: Don't start with me.
Nina: Kyle had it really bad. His nose was gushing blood.
Sarah Bowman: Where's he now?
Trevor Bowman: Home. He probably found his dad's supply of medical hash. I'm gonna run over and check up on him.
Sarah Bowman: Wait, wait. Wait, you can't even go upstairs to check on your own mother, and now you want to go across town? No. You're gonna go upstairs, make sure Mom gets dressed, and don't leave until I get back. Do you think you can handle that? I'll go check on Kyle.
Trevor Bowman: Aye-aye, Admiral Bitch.