Night of the Living Dead
1990
Barbara: They're us. We're them and they're us.
Ben: You're boss down there. I'm boss up here.
Harry: You can't get any reception in the basement, dickhead.
Barbara: That's another one for the fire.
Ben: This is something no one's ever heard about, and no one's ever seen before. This is hell on earth.
Ben: You know what, Cooper, I've only been around you a minute or two, but that's enough time for me to decide that I don't like you very much.
Ben: Cooper, I've got a shotgun out here. Open this door, you motherfucker, or I swear to God I'll blow it to shit.
Harry: A way out is a way in.
Ben: You are losing it girl, you are losing it. Barbara: You think so? (Barbara shoots an approaching zombie in the face) Barbara: Whatever I lost, I lost a long time ago and I do not plan on losing anything else. You can talk to me about losing it when you stop screaming at each other like a bunch of two-year-olds.
Hondo: (after almost killing Barbara thinking she is a zombie) Jesus, Goddamn, holyloving, shit! What in the name of Jupiter's balls are you doing out here alone little lady?
Harry: (discovering Barbara as she returned to the house the next day. Harry had cowered to the attic and left her for dead) You came back! (pretending to be sincere) You... Came back. (Barbara glares at him and then shoots him in the head)
(on the zombies approaching the house) Barbara: They're so slow. We could just walk right past 'em and we wouldn't even have to run. We could just walk right past 'em. We have the guns. If we're careful we could get away. (She looks at Ben) Barbara: You told me to fight, well I'm fighting, this place is not safe, not upstairs or down. We should leave before it's too late.
(the zombies are forcing through the boarded up windows) Harry: This is definitely not going to work.
Harry: You idiots! You lame brains! You're gonna die up here. You're gonna die.
(first lines) Johnnie: They're coming to get you, Barbara!
Tom: They're dead, but they're comin' right for us!
Harry: Bunch of yoyos!
Redneck with eyepatch: Yeah, they're dead. They're all messed up.