Return of the Living Dead: Part II

Jesse Wilson:
That's why you're dead, ass wipe. No brains and a big mouth.

Ed:
You're right, there's a chill in the air tonight. Fifty-eight years old, can't be too careful in this weather.

Joey:
[pointing to coffin] Yeah, you'll end up in one of those.

Ed:
Uh-uh. Not me. You'll never find me in one of these. I'm gonna get me cremated.

Joey:
You're just afraid that some old creep like you is gonna come along and steal your head.

Ed:
Watch your tongue, boy, if you like this job!

Joey:
Like this job?

Doc Mandel:
Harvey, it wasn't my fault. We ran out of type O.

Joey:
I feel like we've been here before. You... Me... Them!

Zombie:
BRRRAAAAAINNNNSSSS!

Brenda:
Joey, I'm not into dead guys!

Billy:
You told, you told, now you die like me.

Lucy Wilson:
Look, they're ugly and they're dirty and they're dumb, and I don't even care if they are dead. I hate 'em, there's no way they're touching me!

Joey:
Let me eat your braaaiiiiiinnnnn!

Ed:
Kiss, kiss.

Zombie Head:
Get that damn screwdriver out of my head!

Tarman:
Brains! Brains! I want, live brain! Brains! Brains!

Jesse Wilson:
Hello? Hello, is there anybody out there? Come in, come in. Can you hear me? Is anybody out there? Hello? Can you tell us where to go?

Special Zombie:
Come to the hospital.

Jesse Wilson:
Sure, we'll be right there!

Doc Mandel:
Hold it, hold it! Uh, pardon me, but would you mind telling me who the President of the United States is?

Special Zombie:
Um, Harry Truman.

Jesse Wilson:
Who's Harry Truman?

Tom Essex:
They want brains, we'll give them brains.

Joey:
But they smell so good... so spicy...

Brenda:
Take me!

Doc Mandel:
Hardly anything to get excited about, it's only a severed hand.

Col. Glover:
Jesus Christ, not again [muttered when looking at guys in hazmat suits examining two Trioxin barrels]

Brenda:
Is it cancer?

Doc Mandel:
If we're lucky.

Tom Essex:
[trying to start the Cadillac] Cherry, huh?

Doc Mandel:
Well, it was cherry.

Jesse Wilson:
Make my night.

[Last Lines]

Zombie Head:
Oh, come on, guy. Back off with that thing. I got gas! Blergh! Don't hit a girl when she's down! Oh! Oh! AAH!

[a soldier with a flamethrower burns the head]

Zombie Head:
Okay. No more brains. You win. For now!