Dawn of the Dead (1978)

Dawn of the Dead (1978) quotes

26 total quotes (ID: 1019)

Blades
Dr. Foster
Dr. Millard Rausch
Francine
Old Priest
Peter
Roger
Stephen
Wooley


[hearing the zombies pounding against the shopping mall's glass doors]
Francine: They're still here.
Stephen: They're after us. They know we're still in here.
Peter: They're after the place. They don't know why, they just remember. Remember that they want to be in here.
Francine: What the hell are they?
Peter: They're us, that's all, when there's no more room in hell.
Stephen: What?
Peter: Something my granddad used to tell us. You know Macumba? Voodoo. My granddad was a priest in Trinidad. He used to tell us, "When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth."


Roger: You'll take care of me when I go, won't you, Peter?
Peter: Rest, man. Save your strength.
Roger: I don't want to be walkin' around... like THAT!... Peter... PETER?
Peter: I'm here, man!
Roger: Don't do it until you are sure I am coming back! I'm gonna try... not to... I'm gonna try... not to... come back. I'm gonna try... not to...

[Peter handles a very expensive rifle]
Peter: Ain't it a crime.
Stephen: What?
Peter: The only person who could miss with this gun is the sucker with the bread to buy it.

Roger: We've just got to wait a little longer before we move.
Peter: No, there's always a chance of some of them stayin' up on the balcony.
Roger: We can handle that; we can break through.
Peter: If any of them see us, or hear us, they'll just follow us on up. It's no good.
Roger: We sure as hell can outrun 'em. We can load up what we can and get the hell out.
Peter: I'm thinkin' maybe we've got a good thing going here. Maybe we shouldn't be in such a hurry to leave.
Roger: Oh, man...
Peter: If we could get back up there without them catchin' on, we could hole up for a while, at least long enough to catch a breath, check out the radio, see what's happening.

[while flying in the helicopter]
Stephen: We've got to find more fuel. Maybe closer to Cleveland.
Roger: No. We've got to stay out of the big cities. If they're anything like Philly, We may never get out alive.
Peter: We may never get out of anyplace alive. We almost didn't get out of here.
Roger: We're gettin' out of here fine. As long as there's not to many of those things around, we can handle them easy.
Peter: Yeah, well it wasn't one of those things that nearly blew me away.
Roger: We gotta stay in the sticks! There's bound to be more of those little private airports upstate.
Stephen: There's the locks along the Allgheny. There's fuel stations there, state and private owned.
Roger: No, those are probably still manned. We don't need those hassles either.
Stephen: They're just out after scavengers and looters.
Peter: Oh, you got papers for this limousine?
Stephen: I've got GON I.D., and so does Fran.
Peter: Right, and we're up here doin' traffic reports? Wake up, sucker! We're thieves and we're bad guys. That's exactly what we are. We gotta find our own way.

Roger: Come on, Martinez.
Wooley: Yeah, Martinez! Show your greasy little Puerto Rican ass so I can blow it right off!
[****s his gun]
Wooley: Blow ALL their asses off! Low-life bastards! Blow ALL their low-life Puerto Rican and **** asses right off!

Roger: Peter, where are you?
Peter: I'm right here, man.
Roger: Hey, we did it, didn't we? We whipped 'em, didn't we?
Peter: That's right, man.
Roger: Didn't we... Didn't we whip 'em?
Peter: We sure did, buddy. We whipped 'em. We whipped 'em good!
Roger: [shouting triumphantly] We whipped 'em and we got it ALL!

[discovering a collection of zombies in the basement of a tenement building]
Roger: Why did they keep them here?
Peter: 'Cause they still believe there's respect in dying.

[about to run a gauntlet of zombies]
Roger: Whad'ya think? Bag it or try for it?
Peter: You game?
Roger: I need lighter fluid.
Peter: You got it.

[removing a can from a Civil Defense carton]
Francine Parker [dejectedly]: Spam!
Roger: You bring a can opener?
Francine: No, I guess I didn't.
Roger: Then don't knock it, it's got it's own key.

[running through a department store after evading a horde of zombies]
Roger: Well, we're in, but how the hell are we gonna get back?
Peter: Who the hell cares! Let's go shopping!
Roger [looking in a display case]: Watches! Watches!
Peter: Wait a minute man, let's just get the stuff we need! I'll get a television and a radio.
Roger: Ooohh, ooohh, lighter fluid! And chocolate! Chocolate!
[he runs down a clothing aisle]
Roger: Hey, how about a mink coat!
Peter: Why not?