[running through a department store after evading a horde of zombies]

Well, we're in, but how the hell are we gonna get back?

Who the hell cares! Let's go shopping!
Roger [looking in a display case]: Watches! Watches!

Wait a minute man, let's just get the stuff we need! I'll get a television and a radio.

Ooohh, ooohh, lighter fluid! And chocolate! Chocolate!

[he runs down a clothing aisle]

Hey, how about a mink coat!

Why not?