Night of the Living Dead (1968)
Judith O'Dea: Barbra
Johnny : [in a creepy voice] They're coming to get you, Barbara!
Barbara : Stop it! You're ignorant!
Johnny : They're coming for you, Barbara!
Barbara : Stop it! You're acting like a child!
Johnny : They're coming for you!
[points to the cemetery zombie]
Johnny : Look, there comes one of them now!
Barbara : He'll hear you!
Johnny : Here he comes now! I'm getting out of here!
Barbara : We were riding in the cemetery. Johnny and me... Johnny. We came to put a wreath on my father's grave... Johnny and... Then and he said, "Can I have some candy, Barbara?" And we didn't have any! And... oh! It's hot in here. Hot! And he said, "Oh it's late! Why did we start so late"? And I said, "Johnny, if you'd gotten up earlier, we wouldn't be late." Johnny asked me if were afraid, and I said, "I'm not afraid, Johnny." And this man started walking up the road, he came slowly, and Johnny kept teasing me saying, "He's coming to get you Barbara! He's coming to get you!" And I laughed at him and said, "Johnny stop it!" And then Johnny ran away. And I went up to this man, and I was going to apologize.
Ben : What don't you just keep calm?
Barbara : And I looked up and I said, "Good evening." And he grabbed me! He grabbed at me! And he ripped at me! He held me and ripped at my clothes!
Ben : I think you should just calm down!
Barbara : Oh... I screamed, "Johnny! Johnny help me! Oh... help me!". And he wouldn't let me go... he ripped at me! And then Johnny came and he ran he fought this man! And I got so afraid, I ran, I ran... and I ran, and Johnny didn't come. We've got... we have to wait for Johnny. We better go out and get him. We have to go out and get Johnny. He's out there. Please, don't you hear me? We've got to out and get him! Please! We have got to go get Johnny! Please help me! Please!
Ben : Now look... don't you know what's going on out there? This is no Sunday school picnic!
Barbara : Don't you understand? My brother is alone! He's out there lost...
Ben : Your brother is dead.
Barbara : No! My brother is not dead!
[Johnny holds up a cross-shaped wreath Barbara bought for their father's grave]
Johnny : Look at this thing. "We still remember"? I don't! You know, I don't even remember what the man looks like!
Barbara : Johnny, it takes you five minutes.
Johnny : Yeah, five minutes to put the wreath on the grave and six hours to drive back and forth. Mother wants to remember, so we trot two hundred miles into the country and she stays at home.
Barbara : Well, we're here, John, all right?
Barbara : They ought to make the day the time changes the first day of summer.
Johnny : What?
Barbara : Well it's eight o' clock and it's still light.
Johnny : A lot of god the extra daylight does us, you know we've still got a three hour drive back, we're not going to be home until after midnight.
Barbara : Well, if it really bugged you, Johnny, you wouldn't do it.
Johnny : You think I wanna blow Sunday on a scene like this? You know, I figure we're either going to have to move mother out here or move the grave to Pittsburgh.
Barbara : Well she can't make a trip like this.
Johnny : I know that she can't.
[reaches for the wreath in the backseat]
Johnny : Is t here any of that candy left?
Barbara : [looks in the glove compartment] No.
Johnny : [at the cemetery] Do you remember one time when we were small, we were out here? It was from right over there, I jumped out at you from behind the tree, and Grandpa got all excited, and he shook his fist at me and said, "Boy, you'll be damned to Hell!"
Johnny : Remember that? Right over there. Boy, you used to really be scared here.
Barbara : Johnny!
Johnny : Hey, you're still afraid!
Barbara : Stop it, now! I mean it!
Barbara : Johnny has the keys...
Johnny : [while putting the wreath on their father's grave] I wonder what happened to the one from last year. Each year, we spend good money on these things. Then, we come out here and the one from last year's gone.
Barbara : Well, the flowers die and the caretaker or someone takes them away.
Johnny : Yeah, a little spit-and-polish could clean this up and sell it next year. I wonder how many times we bought the same one.