War…war never changes.
To war! To war! To war we’re going to go!
He’s hurt! He’s hurt! He’s leaving the game! He’s hurt!
Humans… and how I love you talking monkeys for this… know more about war and treachery of the spirit than any angel.
That’s impossible! The super H-bomb is not scheduled for invention by the Devil until the year… let’s see… until… here it is… 2016. Why, they’re not ready or wise enough to handle it yet. According to our heavenly statistics, if exploded now, the bomb would blow Man and his Earth sky-high. No one would be left alive. Everyone would be dead.
Oh, America. I wish I could tell you that this was still America, but I’ve come to realize that you can’t have a country without people. And there are no people here. No, my friends. This is now the United States of Zombieland.
I know this is an emotional moment for all of us, I know that. But let’s not make snap judgments, please. This is clearly an important species we’re dealing with and I don’t think that you, or I, or anybody has the right to arbitrarily exterminate them.
We should nuke these assholes with everything we got, sir.
To the right, ever to the right!
Never to the left, forever to the right!
This is my rifle…this is my gun!
This is for fighting…this is for fun!
You can have my rifle when you pry it from my cold, dead hands.
Well, my kilt will fly up, but I’ll try.
Yes, I’ve heard. Kills men by the hundreds. And if HE were here, he’d consume the English with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from his arse.
FREEEDOMMMMM!!! x
I’m walking here!
The Almighty tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he’s pretty sure you’re fucked.
I went to take out the garbage today and two people blessed me! And one of them blessed the garbage!
He got my team. The son of a bitch got my team.
Now I have a machine gun. Ho-Ho-Ho.
No fucking shit, lady. Does it sound like I’m ordering a pizza?