Coach:""Report unusual behavior. Barricade your homes. Avoid all contact with infected individuals. Wait for official instructions." Wait, my ass." Ellis: (Cocks shotgun) "Kill all sons-a-bitches, that's my 'ficial instructions."
Coach:"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."
Coach:"This used to be a nice neighborhood!"
Nick:"I have not... come this far... to die now."
Nick:"Okay, we'll set off the pyrotechnics, but I'm telling you right now. I AM NOT GOING TO AIR GUITAR."
Nick: "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: "ME?! 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."