Before Dana and Marty enter the control room and release all the monsters into the control centre, there is a thermos flask and a torch sitting next to each other on the control room's desk. But once they enter the control room, the position of the thermos flask and torch have changed without anyone touching them. See more...
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Hadley: These fucking zombies. Remember when you could just throw a girl in a volcano?
Sitterson: How old do you think I am?
Dana: Me? The virgin?
The Director: We work with what we have.
Marty: Yeah, uh, I had to dismember that guy with a trowel. What have you been up to?
Operations Guy: I have the Harbinger on line two.
Hadley: Oh Christ, can you take a message?
Marty: Okay, my turn! Jules!
Marty: Truth or dare?
Jules: Let's go dare.
Marty: I dare you, to make out with...
Curt: Please say Dana. Please say Dana. Please say Dana.
Marty: That moose, over there.
Dana: Um, Marty? Have you ever seen a moose before?
Marty: Whatever that mysterious beast is?
Curt: It's a wolf.
Holden: That's clearly a wolf.
Marty: Statistical fact: Cops will never pull over a man with a huge bong in his car. Why? They fear this man. They know he sees further than they, and he will bind them with ancient logics.
Marty: Good work, zombie arm.
The Director: You can die with them or you can die for them.
Marty: Gosh, they're both so enticing.
The Director: This is all most unpleasant. I know you can hear me. I hope you'll listen. You won't get out of this complex alive. What I want you to try to understand is that you mustn't. Your deaths will avert countless others. You've seen horrible things: an army of nightmare creatures. And they are real. But they are nothing compared to what lies beneath us. There is a greater good, and for that you must be sacrificed. Forgive us... and let us end it quickly.
Marty: He's got a husband bulge.
Sitterson: I'm sorry, man.
Hadley: He had the conch in his hands.
Sitterson: I know. Couple more minutes, who knows what would have happened.
Hadley: I'm never gonna get to see a merman.
Sitterson: Dude, be thankful. Those things are terrifying. And the cleanup on them's a nightmare.
Wiry Girl: That's not fair! I had zombies too!
Sitterson: Yes, you had "Zombies." But this is "Zombie Redneck Torture Family." Entirely separate thing. It's like the difference between an elephant and an elephant seal.
Sitterson: They have to make the choice of their own free will. Otherwise, system doesn't work. Like the harbinger: creepy old fuck practically wears a sign saying "YOU WILL DIE". Why would we put him there? The system. They have to choose to ignore him. They have to choose what happens in the cellar. yeah, we write the game as much as we have to but in the end, if they don't transgress they can't be punished.
Mordecai: Don't take this lightly, boy. It wasn't all by your 'numbers'; the Reveler nearly derailed the invocation with his insolence. Your futures are murky; you'd do well to heed my...I'm still on speakerphone, aren't I?
Hadley: No. You're not. I promise.
Mordecai: Yes I am! Who is that? Who's laughing?
Mordecai: Cleanse them. Cleanse the world of their ignorance and sin. Bathe them in the crimson of...am I on speakerphone?
Hadley: No, no of course not.
Mordecai: Yes I am. I can hear the echo. Take me off. Now.
Hadley: Okay, sorry.
Mordecai: I'm not kidding. It's rude. I don't know who's in the room.
Dana: Thanks for... being decent.
Holden: Least I could do, since Curt and Jules have sold you to me for marriage.
Curt: Read the Gurovsky; it's way more interesting and Bennet doesn't know it by heart so he'll think you're insightful. And you have no pants.
Marty: Ok, I'm drawing a line in the fucking sand. Do NOT read the Latin!