"Report unusual behavior. Barricade your homes. Avoid all contact with infected individuals. Wait for official instructions." Wait, my ass. Ellis:
) Kill all sons-a-bitches, that's my 'ficial instructions.
Who the hell... puts an evac station... up thirty flights of goddamn stairs? Nick:
Come on, Coach. Maybe the helicopter... maybe it's made of chocolate.
This used to be a nice neighborhood!''
I have not
... come this far... to die now.
Okay, we'll set off the pyrotechnics, but I'm telling you right now. I AM NOT GOING TO AIR GUITAR.
: So, how are we going to signal Virgil? Ellis
: Oh, there's flares in the gun bag. Nick
: What gun bag? Ellis
: You didn't grab the guns? Nick
Who died and made me
gun monitor?! Ellis
: Pretty much everybody. Coach:
Look here, the gas station's right across the street. We coulda already been there and back by now. Come on.
Military: Rescue 7, that's coming from the bridge! Bridge, identify yourself.
Coach: Hey! There's four of us on the bridge!
Military: Bridge, are you immune?
Coach: We are not infected.
Military: Negative Bridge. Are you immune? Have you encountered the infected?
Coach: "Encountered"?! Boy, I am covered in zombie blood and puke and eyeballs and twenty other parts I don't even recognize. We are immune as SHIT.