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:
Right, 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.
[
Bub has saluted Captain Rhodes]
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?
[
first lines]
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!
Dr. Logan:
[
interrupting Rhodes] Is there food?
Rhodes:
[
screaming] I'm running this monkey farm now Frankenstein and I wanna know... what the fuck you’re doing with my time?
Pvt. Torrez:
You find anything?
John:
Yeah. Prime real estate at close-out prices!
Captain Rhodes:
Go on run, run you fucking 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 fucking unit is collapsing. Everybody except you. I know you're strong, all right, so what? Stronger than me, stronger than everyone, so what? So fucking what?
John:
It takes more energy to keep quiet than it does to speak the mind.
[
One of the zombies has just gotten free and bitten a soldier]
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.
Ted Fisher:
Breakfast.
[
they laugh]
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 fucks! Get over here!
[
Bub the zombie is playing with a telephone]
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 shit 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 shit! 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]
Dr. Logan:
But is he alive or dead? Well, that's the question nowadays isn't it? Let’s just say I let him continue to exist.
Captain Rhodes:
Steel, shoot that woman.
[
Steel points a finger at Sarah]
Pvt. Steel:
Bang, you're dead!
[
McDermot offers Sarah a drink]
McDermott:
It's brandy. Good for the heart.
Sarah:
Shit for the heart and it eats up your liver.
[
Sarah takes a swig]
Pvt. Steel:
[
to Miguel] You almost killed Rickles! Yeah! You almost fuckin' killed Rickles! You dirty yellow Spick bastard!
[
Steel is taunting the zombies in the corral]
Pvt. Rickles:
[
laughing] That's it, Steel! Whip it out!
Pvt. Steel:
Fuckin' A! Biggest piece of meat in the cave! I don't wanna frighten the lady, though, not with her boyfriend around.
Sarah:
You're incapable of exciting me, Steel, except as an anthropologic curiosity.
Pvt. Steel:
Oh, what the hell does that mean, Rickles?
Pvt. Rickles:
It means you're a caveman, asshole! You're a fuckin' throwback! You've been spendin' too much time underground! It's okay, Steel - throwbacks all got big dicks!
[
Steel and Rickles laugh]
[
Steel is threatening to kill Miguel for his accidentally releasing a zombie. Sarah trains her machine gun on Steel]
Sarah:
Let him go, goddamn it! Or I'll cut you in half!
Captain Rhodes:
[
as the zombies are disembowling him and eating his entrails] Choke on 'em!
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.
Captain Rhodes:
I'm callin' a meeting for 7:00 tonight! I want everybody present. *Everybody*, lady! Including Dr. Frankestein and including your boyfriend!
Sarah:
I gave him a sedative. He won't be awake!
Captain Rhodes:
Look here, woman! I'm short on man power! I won't have you goin' around dopin' up any of my men without orders from me! Is that clear?
Sarah:
Yes, sir!
[
salutes]
Sarah:
Fuck you, sir!
Pvt. Steel:
Lay off the fuckin' booze for a while why don't ya? And get somebody on that fuckin' horn, pronto!
McDermott:
Well if we stay down here long enough
[
McDermott reaches for his flask and poors a shot]
McDermott:
I'll have to lay off the fuckin' booze Steel 'cause there won't fuckin' be any of it fuckin' left! In the meanwhile I will continue to indulge myself and I will continue doing my best in the good fight against dryrot and rust.
[
McDermott toasts his cup]
Captain Rhodes:
What the fuck is wrong with you people? They're dead! They're fuckin' dead!
McDermott:
[
upon finding the elevator controls have been ripped apart] Temporarily out of service!
John:
We don't believe in what you're doing here, Sarah. Hey, you know what they keep down here in this cave? Man, they got the books and the records of the top 100 companies. They got the Defense Department budget down here. And they got the negatives for all your favorite movies. They got microfilm with tax return and newspaper stories. They got immigration records, census reports, and they got the accounts of all the wars and plane crashes and volcano eruptions and earthquakes and fires and floods and all the other disasters that interrupted the flow of things in the good ole U.S. of A. Now what does it matter, Sarah darling? All this filing and record keeping? We ever gonna give a shit? We even gonna get a chance to see it all?
[
shouting]
John:
This is a great, big, 14 mile *tombstone*!
[
"tombstone" echoes with distant moaning]
John:
With an epitaph on it that nobody gonna bother to read. Now, here you come. Here you come with a whole new set of charts and graphs and records. What you gonna do? Bury them down here with all the other relics of what... once... was? Let me tell you what else. Yeah, I'm gonna tell you what else. You ain't never gonna figure it out, just like they never figured out why the stars are where they're at. It ain't mankind's job to figure that stuff out. So what you're doing is a waste of time, Sarah. And time is all we got left, you know.
Sarah:
What I'm doing... is all there's left to do.
John:
Shame on you. There's plenty to do. Plenty to do, so long as there's you and me and maybe some other people. We could start over, start fresh, get some babies...
[
whispering]
John:
and teach 'em, Sarah, teach 'em never to come over here and *dig these records out*.
[
distant moaning]
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