Sheriff McClelland: Yeah, they're dead. They're all messed up.
Tom: They're dead, but they're comin' right for us.
Barbara: They're us. We're them and they're us.
Harry: A way out is a way in.
Ben: You're boss down there. I'm boss up here.
Harry: You can't get any reception in the basement, dickhead.
Ben: Cooper, I've got a shotgun out here. Open this door, you motherfucker, or I swear to God I'll blow it to shit.
The Mourner: I'm sorry... so very sorry... I'm sorry.
