Dr. Millard Rausch, Scientist: Dummies! Dummies! Dummies.
Wooley: How the hell come we stick these low-life bastards in these big-ass hotels, anyway? Shit, man! This is better than I got.
Old Priest: Many have died, last week, on these streets. In the basement of this building, you will find them. I have given them the last rites. Now, you do what you will. You are stronger than us. But soon, I think they be stronger than you. When the dead walk, señores, we must stop the killing... or lose the war.
Roger: You'll take care of me when I go, won't you, Peter?
Peter: Just 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.
Roger: Jesus, it's everywhere.
3rd SWAT Cop in Projects Apt.: Shoot it, man! Shoot it in the head.
Dr. Foster: Every dead body that is not exterminated becomes one of them. It gets up and kills! The people it kills get up and kill.
Dr. Foster: You're not running a talk show here, Mr. Berman! You can forget pitching an audience the moral bullshit they want to hear.
Dr. Foster: They kill for one reason: they kill for food. They eat their victims, you understand that, Mr. Berman? That's what keeps them going.