Dawn of the Dead Quotes

Michael: Truck's not gonna make it to Fort Pastor.

Steve: No, forget the truck. That place is fucked, man. Bloodbath city.

Kenneth: How do you know?

Norma: We just came from there.

Kenneth: Is everyone there dead?

Steve: Or dead-ish.

Kenneth: [more firm tone] Is everyone there dead?

Steve: Yeah, in the sense that they all, sort of, fell down, and then... got up and... started eating each other.

Michael: So what's the plan?

CJ: The plan is you drink a nice tall glass of shut the fuck up.

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?

[his last line]

CJ: Fucking figures!

Confused Reporter: Hi. I'm Bill Vibert with 23V Cable News. I'm at one of the collection depots waiting on an interview with Sheriff Cahill.

[to the county sheriff]

Confused Reporter: I understand you're having a difficult time killing these things.

The County Sheriff: [cutting him off] Just shoot them in the head! They seem to go down permanently when you shoot them in the head. Then you gotta burn them.

Bart: Look, he's a twitcher.

[C.J. and Terry watch the twitching zombified security guard]

Bart: TV says you gotta shoot them in the head.

Terry: TV said a lot of things that aren't true.

CJ: Well, fuck the fucker. I told him not go to downstairs.

[C.J. shoots the zombified security guard in head]

Andy: [Kenneth is about to leave the mall, when he spots Andy on the roof, holding his sign] INFO?

Kenneth: [writing back] Fort Pastor GONE. No help coming.

Andy: [writing back] So what's the BAD news?

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.

Andre: [Deleted scene/Unrated Version scene]

[to Michael]

Andre: Hey, my man. You know, I hear you talking a lot. You know, you're always saying something. Who the fuck are you that we should listen, huh? What are you, like, in Special Ops? You in the Marines? What the fuck do you do?

Michael: I sell televisions at Best Buy.

Andre: [to Kenneth] Wow.

[chuckling]

Andre: Hey, Officer, how you like following a guy that sells TVs?

Kenneth: About as much as I like following a guy who steals them. I'm not following anyone.

Ana: The bleeding's not gonna stop on its own. I need to stich his arm.

CJ: What are you, a fucking doctor?

Ana: No, I'm a fucking nurse.

CJ: [locking others into store for the night] I don't want anybody sneaking around and stealing shit.

[shuts gate]

CJ: Comprende? Sweet dreams.

CJ: [to Bart] Hey, dumbass. It's the timers. It's 8:00.

CJ: [to Terry]

CJ: Terry. Go shut them off.

Terry: It's Bart's turn.

Bart: You're the trainee, man. Shit rolls downhill.

[repeated line]

CJ: Fucking nursery school.

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.

Bart: Terry, come on, man. Open the door.

Terry: [Distracted by watching Nicole on the security monitors] Shut up.

Bart: Come on, man. Don't tell me to shut up. Just come open the door. I got you this job. Come on.

Michael: I want you to see this.

[shows how the chainsaw goes through the truck walls]

Michael: When those things are on the side of the bus, this'll get them off. Cool, huh?

Ana: Wow. That might be the most romantic thing anyone's ever shown me.

Michael: I'm trying here.

Bart: Wanna hear something that really sucks? You guys know that chick at Dairy Queen?

CJ: The fat one?

Bart: Yeah. She was coming over tonight. I would have tapped that shit for sure.

Terry: Bart, dude, everybody's dead, okay? Your mom's dead. Your brother's dead. That fat chick at Dairy Queen? Dead!

Bart: Yeah. That sucks, too.

Michael: [to Norma on her rescue] Well done.

Norma: Thanks.

Steve: Hey, I'm sorry, excuse me... when you two fellas are done blowing each other, maybe Davy Crockett could tell us the deal here?

Michael: You coming with us?

Kenneth: Nah, you're coming with me. I've done this before.

Kenneth: You know how to use that?

Michael: [pointing to the gun barrel] This is the dangerous end, right?

Kenneth: [Taking the safety off] Now it is.

Kenneth: [pointing a gun at Ana] Say something.

Ana: Please...

Terry: I wish somebody was working Hallowed Grounds.

CJ: How hard is it to make a cup of coffee?

Terry: I wanted a soy mocha latte with foam.

Bart: Faggot.

Michael: Steve, don't fuck this up!

Steve: Yeah, totally.

Steve: Whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait. I'm sorry. Why does he stay here while I go on the suicide mission to rescue Terry's already-dead girlfriend?

Terry: Fuck you, man!

Michael: We don't know that.

CJ: You know what, asshole? Either way we gotta get over there and get the guns to get out of this parking lot, all right?

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.

Michael: Those things are down there!

CJ: Well, these are all your problems, not mine.

Kenneth: If I put my foot up your ass, would that be your problem?

The County Sheriff: We gotta burn... Danny! Danny! Put another round in that woman over there! Look, she's a twitcher.

[to the reporter]

The County Sheriff: I keep telling my men to shot those things in the head. Head... dead. Anyplace else, those things just twitch. Boy, we sure got a lot of them today. What's troubling is that I know some of these people were putting down. What can you do? It's got to be done.

[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.

[forced laugh]

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.

[He leaves]

Ana: What a total dick.

[C.J. is on the roof of Andy's Gun Works with a sniper rifle preparing to shoot a propane tank]

Nicole: [in the store with Kenneth, Michael, and Terry] How will we know if he hits it?

[there's a huge explosion]

Steve: I have an idea. While we're at it, why don't we drop by the marina, hop in my boat and take it for a pleasure cruise, you jackasses!

Ana: Wait, that's a good idea. There's islands out there. There's not many people on them.

Steve: I was kidding.

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.

Nicole: Chips, come here. Come on, Chips!

Monica: [mocking] Come on, Chips.

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.

Kenneth: You sure you wanna do this?

Michael: Yeah. I think I'll just stay here awhile. Enjoy the sunrise.

Michael: I know which job I was the worst at. Being a husband.

Monica: That's not a job.

Tucker: It sure is.

Monica: You guys just haven't met the right girl.

Ana: Why are they coming here?

Kenneth: Memory, maybe. Instinct. Maybe they're coming for us.

Bart: What's the news?

CJ: Bad.

Luda: Excuse me, please? Is there a restroom?

CJ: No. You're staying here.

Andre: So then why don't you tell us which spot in here you'd like us to take a piss?

Ana: [Locked in a store, calling to Terry, who is across the hall] Hey! Hey!

[Gets Terry's attention, he walks over]

Terry: What?

Ana: The bathroom in here is fake; it doesn't work.

Terry: I'll tell CJ.

Ana: I'm telling you!

Terry: [about the people in the truck] You can't just turn them away, CJ, you'll kill them!

CJ: Tough shit. Self-defense.

Terry: I'm not killing anybody!

CJ: [Points his gun at Terry] You know what? I'll kill you!

Michael: Help should be along soon.

Steve: Did you hear that from the same jackass who told us to go to St. Verbena?

Michael: The church downtown?

Steve: Yeah, some dipshit on the radio said it was safe there... He was wrong!

Ana: Well, Michael, what are you waiting for? Go ahead, kill him. Hey, kill Tucker, too!

Tucker: Wait a minute. I was never bit!

Ana: We can't be sure. Do it, Michael!

Andre: Where's the lemon stuff?

Monica: It's gone. Steve likes to put it in his booze. Try the vanilla stuff.

Michael: [Everyone is sitting down to dinner] Before that I worked in a stationary store. And I drove a snowplow. Fixed copiers.

Steve: God, it's such a shame that this whole "end of the world" thing's holding you back.

Ana: Michael, you can't do this, what if I'm wrong?

Michael: You've seen it happen before!

Michael: You come with me, or you go back in that cell.

CJ: All right. I ain't going anywhere without a gun.

Michael: [Breaks a glass case holding a fire ax, throws it to CJ] Have at them, cowboy!

CJ: Asshole.

Bart: [In the parking garage] What the fuck was that? I just saw something.

CJ: You didn't see shit, Bart. Shut the fuck up.

Bart: Oh, shit. Here it comes.

[a dog turns the corner]

Bart: Jesus Christ! It's a fucking dog.

Michael: [to dog] Come here, boy. Well, at least you know nothing's down here. It would've eaten him.

Bart: See? I told you I saw something!

Steve: [Waiting by the trucks, sees everybody running to them] Hey, what the hell happened to you guys?

Michael: Give me the keys!

Ana: [Running past] Prick!

CJ: [Pushes Steve] I'll deal with you later, motherfucker!

Ana: [Terry is video-taping her] Where did you get that thing?

Terry: I found Steve's camera!

Andy: [only on the DVD extra "The Lost Tape: Andy's Terrifying Last Days Revealed"] Shit. Aw, shit.

[covered in blood and injured]

Andy: The dog got through, brought me a sandwich. Shit! but a couple of dumb fucks got in with it. I shoulda been on my guard. Too hungry. I got slow.

[first lines]

Doctor Rosen: [on the phone] Not tomorrow. The day after tomorrow. Right. You, me, Gary, Brad. We'll be teeing off at...

Doctor Rosen: [interrupting] Well, I like Gary.

Ana: Dr. Dandawar, I'm kinda in a bit of a hurr...

Doctor Rosen: We'll be teeing off at 7:30 and if you're not there because of Gary, well, come on. I gotta go.

[hungs up]

Doctor Rosen: [examining a radiography] Am I missing something? Why did Dr. Cho order a head X-ray when the man was bitten on the hand?

Ana: Uh, the patient was in a bar fight. He was communicative when he was admitted at six o'clock. That's six o'clock AM: this morning - that's when I started my shift.

Doctor Rosen: Where is the patient now? I'd like to see him.

Ana: They moved him. I'm sure one of the night nurses can tell you...

Doctor Rosen: [interrupting] Page me when you find him.

Ana: Sure... I'll do that.