Amanda Dumfries: You don't have much faith in humanity, do you?
Dan Miller: None whatsoever.
Amanda Dumfries: I can't accept that. People are basically good. Decent. My God, David, we're a civilized society!
David Drayton: Sure, as long as the machines are working and you can dial 911. But you take those things away, you throw people in the dark, you scare the shit out of them, no more rules. You'll see how primitive they can get.

Irene: [after silencing Mrs. Carmody with a thrown can] Stoning people who piss you off is perfectly OK. They do it in the Bible, don't they? And I've got lots of beans.

Billy Drayton: You have to give me your very best promise... promise you won't let the monsters get me... ever, no matter what...

Ollie Weeks: I... killed her....
David Drayton: Thank you, Ollie.
Ollie Weeks: I shot her, David. I wouldn't have done that if there had been any other way.
David Drayton: Like I said, thank you, Ollie

Golf Cap: [parting shot to Mrs. Carmody] Hey crazy lady, I believe in God too. I just don't think he's the bloodthirsty asshole you make him out to be.

As a species, we're fundamentally insane. Put more than two of us in a room, we pick sides and start dreaming up reasons to kill one another. Why do you think we invented politics and religion?

Bud Brown: It appears we may have a problem of some magnitude here...

David Drayton: What do you know about this mist?
Private Jessup: I don't know nothing. I've got nothing to do with it.
David Drayton: That's not what the MP said in the pharmacy before the spiders came out of his skin.

Brent Norton: We are experiencing some sort of disaster. I don't know if it's man-made or natural, but it's definitely not supernatural.

David Drayton: We have to get out of here. I mean permanently.
Mike Hatlen: Why? We've got plenty to eat!
David Drayton: But what happens when one of those things decides to break through this window? I'm talkin' one of the big ones, like the one that killed Norm.
Dan Miller: Yeah, the flaming torch idea didn't work out so well. Almost burned the goddamn store down.

David Drayton: Listen up! We're going to the pharmacy. We're gonna bring back some supplies. Also, there may be people trapped over there who need help.
[Crowd begins to grow anxious]
Ollie Weeks: Folks! Listen! We're not going to take any chances. If there's any trouble, we'll come straight back here to the supermarket.
Mrs. Carmody: And bring the fiends of hell down on our heads, thank you!
Carmody follower: She's right! You'll make them notice us. You'll make them come! Why can't you just leave well enough alone?
Dan Miller: Lady, is this what you call "well enough?"

David Drayton: [referring to a clothesline] Tie this around your waist.
Brent Norton: What for?
David Drayton: It'll let us know you got at least three hundred feet.

There's no defense against the will of God. There's no court of appeals in hell. The end times have come; not in flames, but in mist...

David Drayton: You're sure there's no way I can talk you out of this?
Brent Norton: David, there's nothing out there. Nothing in the mist.
David Drayton: And if you're wrong?
Brent Norton: Then, I guess... the joke will be on me, after all.

Jim Grondin: [after Norm is killed by tentacles from the mist] Hey, I'm sorry. How the hell was I supposed to know what you meant? You said you heard something. How the hell was I supposed to know? You should have said what you meant better! I don't know, I thought maybe it was a big bird or something!