Day of the Dead

John:
I got an alternative, yeah, yeah, I got an alternative. Let's get in that old whirly-bird, find us an island some place, get juiced up and spend what time we got left soakin' up some sunshine! How's that?

Sarah:
You could do that, couldn't you? With all thats going on, you could just do that without a second thought?

John:
Sh*t, I could do that even if all this *wasn't* going on!

Sarah:
Maybe if we tried working together we could ease some of the tensions. We're all pulling in different directions.

John:
That's the trouble with the world, Sarah darlin'. People got different ideas concernin' what they want out of life.

Dr. Logan:
Apparently he was in the military! Return the salute! See what he does!

Captain Rhodes:
You want me to salute that pile of walking pus? Salute my ass!

Dr. Logan:
Your ignorance is exceeded only by your charm, Captain. How can we expect them to behave if we act barbarically ourselves?

McDermott:
Nothing, nothing at all.

Sarah:
Send again.

McDermott:
I've been sending up and down the coast from Sarasota to the Everglades and still getting back the same dead air. There's nothing! There's nobody or at least nobody with a radio.

Sarah:
All right then let's set down, we'll use the bullhorn.

McDermott:
Set down? Wait a minute, that's not in our contract!

Sarah:
It's the biggest city within 150 miles and we're going to give it every chance.

McDermott:
Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

Sarah:
Set down John!

John:
I'll set us down. But I won't leave my seat and I'll keep the engine running. Now the first sign of trouble, I'm going up. If you ain't on board when that happens, you're likely to have a lousy afternoon.

Dr. Logan:
They are us.

McDermott:
You think I'm not aware of our situation? You think I want to stay isolated down here? You know, I'd make a desperate effort to raise somebody in hopes of getting away from your nasty mouth Steele! But the fact is... the fact is, either we are the only ones left, or there's no one within range my puny Second World War radio signals.

Johnson:
We used to talk to Washington all the time. They could hear us then.

McDermott:
We were on relays then. We weren't over the air. The power is off on the mainland now in case you haven't heard, and all the shopping malls are closed!

Torrez:
Hey, find anything?

John:
Yeah, a bunch of real estate for sale at close-out prices man!

John:
This is one big, long 16-mile wide tombstone!

Captain Rhodes:
Go on run, run you F***ing lunatics!

Sarah:
You're not all right; you're collapsing from stress. Now let me hel...

Pvt. Miguel Salazar:
Collapsing from stress? We're all collapsing. This whole f***ing unit is collapsing. Everybody except you. I know you're strong, all right, so what? Stronger than me, stronger than everyone, so what? So f***ing what?

John:
It takes more energy to keep quiet than it does to speak the mind.

Pvt. Miguel Salazar:
I didn't do it! I didn't DO IT! I didn't do it!

Ted Fisher:
What's he trying to prove? I once saw one of those things sitting behind the wheel of a car in D.C. trying to drive down Independence Avenue. It didn't make me want to be its friend.

Sarah:
No, it isn't what this one does but what he doesn't do! He doesn't get excited or agitated when Logan enters the room! He doesn't see Logan as...

Ted Fisher:
Lunch.

Sarah:
Dinner.

Dr. Logan:
We don't have enough ammunition to shoot them all in the head. The time to have done that would have been in the beginning. No, we let them overrun us. We are in the minority now, something like 400,000 to one by my calculation.

Pvt. Steel:
Let's go, you dumb f***s! Get over here!

Dr. Logan:
That's right, Bub! Say hello to your Aunt Alicia! Say, "Hello, Aunt Alicia!" "Hello!"

Bub:
A-... a-... alloooooleeeeesha!

John:
Forget it, Billy boy. It's a dead place. Like all the others, you know. Listen. You can hear it over the engine.

McDermott:
Jesus, Mary, Joseph!

John:
You want to put some kind of explanation on all this? Here's one as good as any other. We're bein' punished by the Creator. He visited a curse on us. Maybe He didn't want to see us blow ourselves up, put a big hole in the sky. Maybe He just wanted to show us He's still the Boss Man. Maybe He figure, we gettin' too big for our britches, tryin' to figure His sh*t out.

McDermott:
Come on, Johnny! We're countin' on ya to fly us to the Promised Land!

Pvt. Steel:
Come on, Bub! Come on, ya pus-brain bag of sh*t! Ya wanna learn how to shoot, Bub? I'll teach ya how to shoot!

Dr. Logan:
It wants me! It wants food! But it has no stomach, can take no nourishment from what it ingests. It's acting on INSTINCT!

Captain Rhodes:
I don't want them to do anything but drop over!

Dr. Logan:
Yes, well, apparently they're not inclined to do that for you, Captain.

Dr. Logan:
I call him Bub. That's what the lodge fellows used to call my father. Can you imagine a surgeon called Bub? Well, he didn't mind. He was rich. My father was rich. Bub's been responding so well that I let him live. (Laughs.) But is he alive or dead? Well, let's just say I let him continue to exist.

Captain Rhodes:
Steel, shoot that woman.

Pvt. Steel:
Bang, you're dead!

McDermott:
It's brandy. Good for the heart.

Sarah:
Sh*t for the heart and it eats up your liver.

Sarah:
Let him go, goddamn it! Or I'll cut you in half!

John:
He won't shoot Billy because he got no one else who knows electronics. He won't shoot me... because I'm his ride. He probably won't shoot Frankenstein because the old doc can talk him silly. But the rest of you? The rest of you better start worrying, don't you know.