The Last Man on Earth

The Last Man on Earth quotes

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Robert Morgan

Ben Cortman: Who is it?

Robert Morgan: It's me, Ben! We're late!

[Ben answers the door]

Robert Morgan: Ben, what's the matter with you?

Ben Cortman: Nothing and I'm going to keep it that way.

Robert Morgan: Ben, look, let's talk about this.

Ben Cortman: There's nothing to talk about. You think I'm out of my mind. You laughed at me and my theory. You might be one of them.

Robert Morgan: Ben, look, you're ill. You ought to see a doctor.

Ben Cortman: No doctors! You take care of your life, I'll take care of mine. Now get away from here. You understand, get away from here!

Robert Morgan: [slams the door]

I can't afford the luxury of anger. Anger can make me vulnerable. It can destroy my reason and reason's the only advantage I have over them.

Dr. Mercer: You're the only one who wasn't afraid to come here today.

Robert Morgan: What's going to happen, Dr. Mercer? Is everybody in the world going to die before someone finds the answer?

Dr. Mercer: No, I don't think so. I don't deny there's some strange evolutionary process going on, but mankind won't be destroyed. The fact that you and I are working here today is evidence of that.

You're Freaks! I'm a man! The last -- man.

Ben Cortman: There are stories being told, Bob.

Robert Morgan: By people who are out of their minds with fear.

Ben Cortman: Maybe. But there are too many to be just coincidental. Stories about people who have died and have come back.

Robert Morgan: They're stories Ben, stories.

Ben Cortman: Morgan, come out!

Kathy Morgan: Mommy, where are you? Mommy, I can't see.

Ben Cortman: You're whistling past a graveyard.

Robert Morgan: Is that a commentary on my work at the lab?

This is Robert Morgan. If somebody can hear me, answer me. For God's sake, ANSWER ME.

Freaks! All of you, freaks! Mutations!

Another day to live through. Better get started.

Virginia Morgan: [Virginia has become a vampire] Let... me... in.

[filling up a bag with stakes] How many more of these will I have to make before they're all destroyed? They want my blood. Their lives are mine. I still get squeamish.

Ruth Collins: But *you* lived through all this. Do you know why?

Robert Morgan: Perhaps I was chosen.

December 1965. Is that all it has been since I inherited the world? Only three years. Seems like a hundred million.