- Veronica: [Looking at Zombie Angel in the pool] Quite stupid, ain't they?
- Space: Not the brightest bunch... can't even get out the side...
- Marky: Don't know they're dead...
- Joplin: Good old British public...
- Kelly: Yeah... you're right... you're all right; they're thick as shit. So as long as we're still breathing, we're smarter than them. And that's why we're gonna beat 'em.
- [Kelly shoots the zombie Angel in the head]
- Veronica: Right, then, focus.
- Joplin: Er, yes, I'm trying to focus! Okay, I'm, I'm trying to visualise...
- Veronica: Fuck that! Just make sure you pin his head down under that, cover his teeth!
- Joplin: And what if he gets loose?
- Veronica: Well do it right and he won't!
- Joplin: Yeah, but *what* if he does?
- Veronica: Well, then he'll probably kill us! What do you want me to say? Stop being a nine year old!
- Pippa: Aw, my god! You're no gonnae be sick...?
- Patrick: [Heads to the waste bin and begins to pull down his trousers] Nope...
- Pippa: Aw no! You're no doing that in here! Aw no! It's horrible! Aw! I hate you! I hate you! God!
- [Patrick defecates into the waste bin while Pippa cries]
- Pippa: Aw! That's disgusting!
- Patrick: Shut up!
- Pippa: I hate you!
- Patrick: Shut up!
- Pippa: God!
- Patrick: Just... shut up!
- Pippa: Disgusting...!
- Patrick: Pass me a napkin... There's a napkin by, pass me that fucking napkin, NOW!
- Pippa: Fuckin' take it!
- [Patrick cleans himself up]
- Pippa: I don't like this...
- Patrick: Glad you applied?
- Dennis: [Shoots Bob after he is bitten by a Zombie] I had to do that! There's nothing else you can do for a bite! You die, you come back as one of them! That's how it works and it works fucking fast!
- Space: Alright! Just put that thing down!
- Dennis: If you lot hadn't been pissing around in the first place! The advice was to stay indoors! Or don't you watch telly?
- Veronica: [whilst showering naked while Joplin watches her through the one-sided mirrors] I know you're there, Joplin. I mean, you should've just asked me for a quick flash. 'Cos its the end of the world and I might of felt sorry for ya. But you didn't. Which is a shame. 'Cos what you're doing is a bit creepy, innit?
- Bob: So what we gonna do with him, Den?
- Dennis: Not made my mind up, yet, Bob...
- Bob: Hang on, you're that, you're that fella off Big Brother, ain't ya? Yeah, na, na, it is, he's that sort of black one, y'know?
- Dennis: I dunno, don't watch it.
- Bob: Y'know you're shorter in real life?
- Dennis: Well, he's on his knees, ain't he, Bob?
- Marky: No way! No way! Check that out! I'm only on the front cover of Heat! "Rubbish in bed"? What the... "desperate fumble"...? What a loada... they don't half get a loada shit in that magazine, Heat! "Shit in bed"? I'm mint in bed! "Not as funny as he thinks"? I'm well funny!
- Kelly: Okay!
- Marky: Erm... don't mention that to anybody when we get back to the house...