Dawn of the Dead (2004)
Sarah Polley: Ana
CJ : Excuse me, not to shit on anyone's riff here, but let me see if I grasp this concept, okay? You're suggesting that we take some fucking parking shuttles and reinforce them with some aluminum siding, and then just head on over to the gun store where we watch our good friend Andy play some cowboy-movie, jump-on-the-covered-wagon bullshit? Then we're going to drive across the ruined city through a welcome committee of a few hundred thousand dead cannibals. All so we can sail off into the sunset on this fucking asshole's boat?
[Points to Steve]
CJ : Head for some island that for all we know doesn't even exist?
Kenneth : Yeah.
Tucker : Pretty much, yeah.
Ana : [nods her head]
Michael : Yeah.
Steve : [gives a sarcastically enthusiastic "thumb up"]
CJ : Okay. I'm in.
Steve : [playing "Hollywood Squares" with Andy] Oh, oh. Rosie O'Donnell. Tell him to get Rosie.
Kenneth : Oh, yeah. Rosie.
Tucker : No, too easy. Give him something hard.
Ana : You guys had really rough childhoods, didn't you? Little bit rocky?
Steve : Hey, sweetheart. Let me tell you something. You, uh, you have my permission. I ever turn into one of those things? Do me a favor, blow my fucking head off.
Ana : [nods] Oh, yeah, you can count on that.
Terry : [Deleted scene/Unrated Version scene]
[covers the corpses on the floor]
Terry : Somebody should say something.
Ana : Yeah.
Michael : Glen?
Glen : No.
Ana : You worked in a church.
Glen : I played the organ.
CJ : Come on, man. You must've heard the priest say something about life and death.
Glen : It was a job. I don't believe in God. I don't see how anyone could.
Michael : There's no point in arguing about this. We need a solution. We need to get some food over there.
Steve : Okay. I have an idea. We draw straws and the loser runs across the lot with a ham sandwich.
Ana : Could you be a bigger prick?
Steve : I think so. But, you know, that's irrelevant. My question to you is, what's your plan?
Ana : [everyone has run to the roof to watch the BP truck racing around the mall parking lot] What are we gonna do about that truck?
CJ : We're not gonna do anything about that truck!
Ana : There's people in there!
CJ : Yeah, and how do you know they're not all fucked up like everybody else out there?
Ana : Well, for one thing, they're driving a truck.
[gunshots coming from truck]
Ana : Oh, and shooting guns.
Michael : Officer, sir, you do not want to go that way.
Ana : Why? What's that way?
Michael : It's pretty bad.
Andre : It's hell.
Kenneth : What about Fort Pastor?
Andre : Maybe if you had wings. The road's thick with those motherfuckers that way.
Kenneth : How do you know?
Andre : We just tried.
Michael : Back when there was eight of us. We're going to the mall.
Ana : Frank, Michael's coming to shoot you.
[Ana is talking to Tucker at Hallowed Grounds and then looks over at Steve, who is pouring himself a cup of coffee]
Ana : Well, it's nice to see you busting your ass today.
Steve : Oh, that's sarcasm. That is awesome.
Steve : Yeah, you know, I would love to help, but a captain never works alongside his men.
[Dangles his keys in front of Ana and Tucker and then whips them, making a cracking sound as he does so]
Steve : You guys, have a good one.
Ana : What a total dick.
Ana : I don't wanna die here.