Jessie: (hands Frank a gun) You know how to use this?
Frank West: Kinda. I've covered wars, you know.
Brad Garrison: You're one hell of a journalist, aren't you, Frank? A hothead, underhanded, hotshot paparazzi with nothing better to do than to invade people's privacy.
Frank West: I try... You got a point?
Brad Garrison: Hey, don't be daydreamin' out here!
Frank West: You needed medicine, too. Maybe we should work together.
Isabella Keyes: I don't need any help! You people don't know a thing! You're the ones who caused this nightmare! You ruined Santa Cabeza and started all this!
Isabella Keyes: How much do you already know? Have you called for help?
Frank West: Whoa, hold your horses, babe. I'm the one who's asking the questions here.
Isabella Keyes: The zombies are created by you, not us. That's what Carlito wants you to know.
Frank West: Who?
Isabella Keyes: If you want to interview someone, talk to Carlito. He has all the answers.
Frank West: You're talking about the guy that took potshots of us with a sniper rifle, aren't you?
Cliff Hudson: NAME AND RANK, SOLDIER!...you can't tell me, can you, fella? Oh yeah, I know why...it's because you're Viet Cong! I'm right, aren't I? You are nothing but a FILTHY COMMUNIST! You, son, are gonna tell me where the guerrillas' hideout is! By the time I'm done beating information outta you...you are gonna be begging for death to come take you away...