I don’t want hope. Hope is killing me. My dream is to become hopeless. When you’re hopeless, you don’t care, and when you don’t care, that indifference makes you attractive. …It’s my only hope.
Dang it, Bobby…!
Aw, geez, Rick!
Rick, look around. Okay? There’s Walkers everywhere. They’re migrating or something.
How many Walkers have you killed? How many people have you killed, and why?
Like zombies, werewolves, incubi, succubi. Everything you’ve ever dreaded was under your bed… They’re all real.
I feel like a mindless zombie. I wish I knew how long we’ve been waiting.
You got to get in line, get a number, wait for that number to be called, proceed to my counter, where I will give you a new exam and then you can go to the testing area.
Well, according to the inexplicably irritable nurse behind the desk, you’ll be seen after the man who claims to be suffering from a heart attack, but appears to be well enough to play Doodle Jump on his iPhone.
This ain’t Philly, this is a hospital for Christ’s sake, what’s the matter with you.