Stephen Quotes in Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa (2008)

Melman: What, you don't have doctors here?

Stephen: Well not any more.

Melman: What if you catch a cold or something.

Additional Giraffe: We go over to the dying holes, and we die.

Charles Morse: You know, I once read an interesting book which said that, uh, most people lost in the wilds, they, they die of shame.

Stephen: What?

Charles Morse: Yeah, see, they die of shame. "What did I do wrong? How could I have gotten myself into this?" And so they sit there and they... die. Because they didn't do the one thing that would save their lives.

Robert Green: And what is that, Charles?

Charles Morse: Thinking.

Stephen: A good plan today is better than a perfect plan tomorrow.

Charles Morse: You saved me.

Robert Green: Get over it, Charles - I just need you to navigate.

Charles Morse: You saved my life.

Robert Green: Well, I couldn't kill you with Stephen around. I'd have to kill him too, and he's the only one that knows how I like my coffee.

Charles Morse: Come on, you saved my life.

Robert Green: Buy me something nice when we get home.

Charles Morse: How'd you like your coffee?

Robert Green: Huh. I like my coffee like I like my women.

Stephen: Bitter and murky!

Stephen: [Stephen, Charles and Robert walking up to peak of mountain looking for a place to start a signal fire] Robert why do you think they'll even come looking for us?

Robert Green: Our friend is a billionaire, you know what happens when you misplace one?

Stephen: I'm not thrilled they set this in Mexico. There could be legitimate reasons, but Mexico's- and I don't like to simplistically vilify an entire country- but Mexico's a horrible place.

Stephen: Have at thee, you ham-headed bastards!

Stephen: You were the only audience I ever needed.

Stephen: We're a genius, Bloom.

Stephen: That's my new favorite camel.

Stephen: I have at different times in my life, sold sand to an Arab and ice to an Eskimo.

Stephen: The score to beat is 7.9. Keep your head in the game, that Japanese judge is very tough.

Bloom: This is a banana seat, man.

[Stephen and Bang Bang stare at him]

Bloom: Don't give me that blank look. You know what a goddamn banana seat is.

[repeated line]

Stephen: Tastes like tinfoil.

Stephen: Can I get a 'wow'?

Stephen: The perfect con is one where everyone involved gets just what they wanted.

Stephen: [Opening a gate at the zoo] Is this the bathroom? Nnnnno. This is camels.

Stephen: In my story you don't get the money, or the sunset, or the girl.

Stephen: So what are your plans in Greece?

Penelope Stamp: I don't plan.

Stephen: Good for you.

Stephen: See, you've reached an unethical conclusion. You think you want out, but you don't. One last con.

Bloom: Where are we going?

Stephen: New Jersey.

Bloom: ...I'll get my coat...

Bloom: I can't wake up next to another stranger, who thinks they know me, or even wants to know me, cause I don't know - who - I'm thirty five years old, and I, I'm useless, I'm crippled, I don't, I've only ever lived life through these roles that aren't me, that are written for me by you.

Stephen: Tell me what you want.

Bloom: Why? So you can write me a role in a story where I get it? You're not listening to me. I want a real... thing, I wanna do things how I don't know are gonna work out, a-I, want, a...

Stephen: You want an unwritten life.

Stephen: [about the Curator] Penelope, do you know our friend?

Stephen: Only as the creepy Frenchman.

Stephen: How many Heather Donahues does it take to screw in a light bulb?

Jeff: How many?

Stephen: [imitating Heather's loud screaming from the first Blair Witch movie] Just one! Just one of them!

Erica: [Erica finds a cache of video cameras at Jeff's house] I thought all your cameras got trashed.

Jeff: Yeah, well, you can never have too many.

Stephen: Uh, Jeff, I think we've had enough videotaping for one weekend.

Erica: Yeah, dude. Tour's over.

Jeff: Well, maybe the tour's just begun, Erica, because you're walking into the official Blair store. Come on in, everybody. This is where it all begins. This is the epicenter of the Blair Witch Hunt website. Uh, let's see now... I got my sticks. You can touch these, they're for the stick men. Don't touch those, those are drying. What else?

Tristen: Jeff, did you collect these all in the Black Hills?

Jeff: Yeah, every single twig. Over here, we've got a rock formation. Oh, my God, who made that? Oh, I did earlier. Over here, we've got Parr ruins foundation dirt. That's a big item. I sell that. T-shirts, and sweatshirts and hats.

[hands Tristen a hat]

Jeff: Here, Tristen, that's for you. Gratis.

Tristen: I feel better.

Stephen: There was a Safeway a while back...

Jeff: That was in Burkittsville. I never shop in Burkittsville. I don't even piss there.

Stephen: [to William Wallace] The Almighty tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he's pretty sure you're fucked.

Guard: Volunteers comin' in!

Faudron: [kneels] William Wallace, we've come to fight and to die for you.

William Wallace: Stand up, man, I'm not the Pope.

Faudron: [smiles and stands] My name is Faudron. My sword is yours. I brought you this.

[reaches for something, Hamish tries to stop him]

Guard: We checked 'em for arms.

Faudron: I brought you this.

[pulls out a sash]

Faudron: My wife made it for you.

William Wallace: Thank you.

Stephen: [starts laughing] Him? That can't be William Wallace. I'm *prettier* than this man!

[to the sky]

Stephen: Alright, Father, I'll ask him.

[to William]

Stephen: If I risk my neck for you, will I get a chance to kill Englishmen?

Hamish: Is your father a ghost, or do you converse with the Almighty?

Stephen: In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God.

[to the sky]

Stephen: Yes, Father!

[to Hamish]

Stephen: The Almight says, "Don't change the subject, just answer the fuckin' question."

Hamish: Mind your tongue.

Campbell: Insane Irish.

Stephen: [draws a dagger on Campbell; everyone draws weapons] Smart enough to get a dagger past your guards, old man.

William Wallace: That's my friend, Irishman. And the answer to your question is "yes". You fight for me, you get to kill the English.

Stephen: [grins] Excellent!

[removes his dagger]

Stephen: Stephen is my name. I the most wanted man on my island, except I'm not on my island, of course. More's the pity.

Hamish: "Your island"? You mean Ireland?

Stephen: Yeah. It's mine.

Hamish: You're a madman.

Stephen: [nods and starts laughing, then Hamish does as well] I've come to the right place, then.

Stephen: Fine speech. Now what do we do?

William Wallace: Just be yourselves.

Hamish: Where are you going?

William Wallace: I'm going to pick a fight.

Hamish: Well, we didn't get dressed up for nothing.

[after killing a would-be assassin]

Stephen: I didn't like him anyway. He wasn't right in the head.

Stephen: The Almighty says this must be a fashionable fight. It's drawn the finest people.

Hamish: What the hell are the Irish doing fighting with the English?

Stephen: I wouldn't worry about them. Didn't I tell ya before? It's my island.

William Wallace: Hamish, ride ahead to Edinburgh and assemble the council. Order it.

Hamish: Right.

William Wallace: Your island?

Stephen: My island! Yup.

Hamish: Your dream isn't about freedom. It's about Murron! You're doing this to be a hero, 'cause ya think she sees ye!

William Wallace: I don't think she sees me. I *know* she does. And your father sees you, too.

[Hamish punches him, knocks him down, and stalks off]

Stephen: [to the sky as he goes to help William up] Jesus.

Stephen: Just when we thought all hope was lost, our noble saviors have arrived.

Stephen: Stop talking about love. Every asshole in the world says he loves somebody. It means nothing. It still doesn't mean anything. What you feel only matters to you. It's what you do to the people you say you love, that's what matters. It's the only thing that counts.

Michael: I'm in love with your daughter Stephen, Maybe that doesn't mean anything you but I'm standing here. You are her father, I am looking you in the eyes and I'm telling you I will do anything in the world to get your daughter back.

Stephen: Really?

Michael: Really.

Stephen: Anything?

Michael: I'll do anything.

Stephen: People say that, they don't mean it.

Michael: But I mean it!

Stephen: Well it's very simple... do whatever it takes.

Michael: It's that simple?

Stephen: Yes... you can't fail if you don't give up.

Stephen: People know the truth, they may not like it, or want to know it, but-, but they always know.

Stephen: Lie and you will lose her.

Stephen: You can't fail if you never give up

Stephen: People know the truth. They may not like it or want to know it, but they always know. Lie and you'll lose her.

Stephen: We can't level, you crazy bastard, we're in advertising!

Emory Leeson: Take me away from here; I'll buy you dinner, I'll buy you a restaurant!

Stephen: I have to go.

Emory Leeson: You did quite a bit of silent farting in the car, so you're not perfect either.

Randi Lindstrom: Oh, please, I am not "Miss Lindstrom". My friends, they call me, "Randi".

Stephen: As a matter of fact so do mine.

Stephen: I count six shots, nigger.

Django: [pulls out a second revolver] I count two guns, nigger.

Calvin Candie: Hello. Stephen, my boy!

Stephen: [black house servant exiting the Big House] Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hello, my ass. Who dis nigger up on dat nag?

Calvin Candie: Aw, Stephen, you have nails for breakfast? What's the matter? Why you so ornery? You miss me? Huh?

Stephen: Oh, yes, sir. I miss you like a hawg miss slop. Like a baby miss mammy titty! I miss you like I misses a rock in my shoe! Now, I aks you, who dis nigger on dat nag?

Django: Hey, Snowball. You wanna know my name or the name of my horse, you ask me.

Stephen: Just who the hell you callin' 'Snowball,' hoss boy? I'll snatch yo black ass off dat nag down here in the mud so fast make yo head spin!

Calvin Candie: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Stephen! Stephen! Let's keep it funny. Django here's a freeman.

Stephen: Dis nigger here?

Calvin Candie: That nigger there. Let me at least introduce the two of you. Django, this is a another cheeky black bugger like yourself, Stephen. Stephen, this here is Django. You two oughta hate each other.

Stephen: Calvin, just who the hell is dis nigger you feel's the need to entertain?

Calvin Candie: Django, and his friend in gray here, Dr. Schultz, are customers. And they are our guests, Stephen. And you, you old, decrepit bastard, you are to show them every hospitality. You understand that?

Stephen: Yes, sir. Him I understands, but I don't know why I got to take lip off dis nigger.

Calvin Candie: You don't have to know why. Do you understand?

Stephen: Yes, sir. I understand.

Calvin Candie: Well, good. They're spending the night. Go open the guest bedrooms and get two ready.

Stephen: [mortified] He gawn stay in the Big House?

Calvin Candie: Stephen. He's a slaver. It's different.

Stephen: In the Big House?

Calvin Candie: Well, you got a problem with that?

Stephen: Aw, naw, naw. I ain't got no problem with it. If you ain't got no problem with burnin' the bed, the sheets, the pillowcase, and everything else when this black-ass motherfucker's gone!

Calvin Candie: That is my problem! They are mine to burn! Now your problem right now is making a good impression! And I want you to start solving that problem right now and get them goddamn rooms ready!

Stephen: Yes, sir, Monsieur Candie.

Calvin Candie: Go on, now.

Stephen: Cain't believe you brought a nigger to stay in the Big House. Yo daddy's rollin' over in his goddamn grave, right now. Brought a nigger to stay with us. What kinda shit is that?

Calvin Candie: Man, the lip on him! Whoo! He's getting worse and worse. Now, WHERE IS MY BEAUTIFUL SISTER?

Django: You said in seventy-six years on this plantation, you've seen all manner of shit done to niggers but I notice... you didn't mention kneecapping.

[Django shoots Stephen in the kneecap]

Stephen: Oh, God! Motherfucker! Damn it!

Django: Seventy-six years, Stephen. How many niggers you think you seen come and go? Seven thousand? Eight thousand? Nine thousand? Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine? Every single word that came out of Calvin Candie's mouth was nothing but horseshit, but he was right about one thing: I am that one nigger in ten thousand.

[He shoots Stephen in the other kneecap]

Stephen: Oh, you son of a bitch! Oh, you motherfucker! Oh, sweet Jesus, let me kill this nigger!

Stephen: DJANGO! You uppity son of a b...

[Plantation blows up]

Calvin Candie: Dr. Schultz, in Greenville, you yourself said that for the right nigger you'd be willing to pay what some may consider is a ridiculous amount. To which me myself said "What is your definition of ridiculous?" To which you said "$12,000." Now, considering y'all have ridden a whole lot of miles...

[Candie aggressively grabs Broomhilda's head, she whimpers as Django looks on intensively]

Calvin Candie: ... went through a whole lot of trouble...

[Candie continues holding Broomhilda's head, and starts rubbing her face]

Calvin Candie: ... and done spread a whole lot of bull to purchase this lovely lady right here, it would appear that Broomhilda is in fact the right nigger. And if y'all wanna leave Candyland with Broomhilda, the price... is $12,000.

Dr. King Schultz: And I take it you prefer the take it or leave it style of negotiation?

Calvin Candie: [Candie lets go of Broomhila's head] Yes, I do, Doctor. You see, under the laws of Chickasaw County, Broomhilda, here, is my property... and I can choose to do with MY PROPERTY... WHATEVER I SO DESIRE!

[Candie rubs his injured hand and smears the blood all over Broomhilda's face; she shrieks and moans in disgust and fear]

Calvin Candie: And if y'all think my price for this nigger here is too steep, what I'm gonna desire to do is...

[Candie causally sets his cigarette down; he suddenly but quickly picks up his hammer and violently grabs hold of Broomhilda's hair, slamming her face on the dinner table and raising the hammer above her head. Schultz jumps while Django rises up out of his seat]

Calvin Candie: TAKE THIS GODDAMNED HAMMER HERE, AND BEAT HER ASS TO DEATH WITH IT! RIGHT IN FRONT OF BOTH YA'LL! THEN WE CAN EXAMINE THE THREE DIMPLES INSIDE BROOMHILDA'S SKULL! NOW... WHAT'S IT GONNA BE DOC? HUH? WHAT'S IT GOING TO BE?

Dr. King Schultz: [Screams back nervously] May I lift my hands off the table in order to remove my billfold?

Calvin Candie: YES, you may!

[Schultz quickly retrieves his wallet out of his pocket and tosses it on the table; Stephen grabs it and starts counting the money]

Stephen: [Nods to Calvin with the cash] That twelve.

[Candie greedily smiles as Stephen drops the cash in front of him]

Calvin Candie: [Lets go of Broomhilda's head and slams the hammer loudly on the table] SOLD... TO THE MAN WITH EXCEPTIONAL BEARD, AND HIS UNEXCEPTIONAL NIGGER!

Calvin Candie: [to Stephen] Stephen, when you get through showing them to their rooms, go fetch Hildi. Get her cleaned up and smellin' real nice and send her over to Dr. Schultz's room.

Stephen: [laughing] Actually, Monsieur Candie sir, there's something I ain't told you about yet.

Calvin Candie: What?

Stephen: Uh, Hildi 'in the hot box.

Calvin Candie: Well what's she doin' there?

Stephen: What you think she doin' there, in the hot box? She been punished!

Calvin Candie: Well what did she do?

Stephen: She run off again.

Calvin Candie: Jesus Christ, Stephen! How many people run away while I was gone?

Stephen: Two.

Calvin Candie: Well when did she go?

Stephen: Last night. They brung her back this morning.

Calvin Candie: How long she been in the box?

Stephen: How long you think she been in there? All damn day! And the little bitch got ten more days to be in there.

Calvin Candie: Take her out.

Stephen: Take her out? Why?

Calvin Candie: Because I said so, that's why! Dr. Schultz is my guest. Hildi is my nigger. Southern hospitality dictates I make her available to him.

Stephen: But Monsieur Candie, she run off.

Calvin Candie: Christ, Stephen! What is the point of having a nigger that speaks German if you can't wheel 'em out when you have a German guest? Now I realize it is an inconvenience! Still, you take her ass out.

Stephen: Yes sir.

[to the Overseers]

Stephen: Ya'll done heard the man! Get her ass up outta there! Go! Get her over there and get her cleaned up and bring her back over here to, uh, Doctor -

[to Schultz]

Stephen: What did you say your name was? Shoots?

Dr. King Schultz: "Schultz."

Stephen: Schultz.

Stephen: [after Django is recaptured, stripped naked, taken to a barn and chained upside down from the ceiling; Stephen walks in and throws a bag of filthy clothes on the barn floor] You leaving. This here is what you take with you.

[Stephen pulls up a stool and sits in front of the hanging Django]

Stephen: Your black ass is what all them motherfuckers at the Big House could talk about for the last few hours. Seem like white folk ain't never had a bright idea in they life was coming up with all kinds of ways to kill your ass. Now, mind you, most of them ideas had to do with fucking with your fun parts. Now, that may seem like a good idea, but the truth is, when you snip a nigga's nuts, most of them bleed out in, oh, about... seven minutes. Most of them.

[Stephen chuckles at the shivering, then-helpless Django]

Stephen: Well, more than most. Then I says, "Shitfire! The niggas we sell to LeQuint Dickey got it worse than that!" And they say, "Let's whip him to death!", or "Throw him to the Mandingos. Feed him to Stonesipher's dogs." And I said, "What's so special about that? We do that shit all the time! Hell's bells, the niggas we sell to LeQuint Dickey got it worse than that!" Lo and behold, out of nowhere, Miss Laura come up with the bright idea of giving your ass to the LeQuint Dickey Mining Company!

[Django just stares at the old man talking to him]

Stephen: And as a slave of the LeQuint Dickey Mining Company, henceforth until the day you die, all day, every day, you will be swingin' a sledgehammer, turnin' big rocks into little rocks. Now, when you get there, they gonna take away your name, give you a number and a sledgehammer, and say, "Get to work!" One word of sass, they cut out your tongue. And they good at it, too. You won't bleed out. Oh, they does that real good! They gonna work ya all day, every day 'till your back give out. Then, they're gonna hit you in the head with a hammer, throw your ass down the nigger hole.

[Django looks on]

Stephen: And THAT will be the story of you, Django!

Calvin Candie: [the library doors open revealing Calvin Candie, Stephen is sifting his brandy] What is the matter?

Stephen: [swirling his brandy glass, looks up] Them motherfuckers ain't here to buy no mandingos. They's here for that girl.

Dr. King Schultz: Oh, Monsieur Candie, you can't imagine what it's like not to hear your mother tongue in four years.

Calvin Candie: Well hell, I can't imagine two weeks in Boston!

Stephen: [laughs out loud] "Two weeks in Boston!" Monsieur Candie, you a mess!

Stephen: [singing] In the sweet by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore. In the sweet by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore...

[continues signing]

Stephen: In the sweet...

Django: [Django appears and starts singing] By and by... Ohhhhhh!

[Stephen, Miss Lara and everybody else in the room jerks up to Django, who is standing on the top balcony lighting candles]

Django: Ya'll gonna be together with Calvin in the "bye-and-bye..."

[Django pauses as Billy Crash walks up]

Django: ... just a bit sooner than ya'll was expecting!

Stephen: You said you ain't know him.

Broomhilda: Huh?

Stephen: I said, "You said you ain't know him."

Broomhilda: I don't.

Stephen: Yes, you do.

Broomhilda: Mister Stephen, I don't.

Stephen: Why is you lying to me?

Broomhilda: [on the verge of tears] I ain't.

Stephen: Then why is you cryin'?

Broomhilda: You scaring me.

Stephen: Why is I'm scarin' you?

Broomhilda: Because you're scary.

Stephen: Hold your fire. Stop shooting, goddammit!

Dr. King Schultz: I can't express the joy I felt conversing in my mother tongue. And Hildi is a charming conversation companion.

Calvin Candie: Well, be careful now, Dr. Schultz. You might have caught yourself a little dose of nigger love. Nigger love's a powerful emotion, boy. It's like a pool of black tar. Once it catches your ass, your caught.

Stephen: Yessir, you stuck!

Lara Lee Candie-Fitzwilly: I don't know, doctor. You can lay on all the German sweet talk you want, but it looks like this pony's got big eyes for Django.

Dr. King Schultz: Well, naturally, it is the soaring eagle that attracts her attention, not the plucked chicken.

Stephen: I give up.

Django: I can't hear you, nigger!

Stephen: I give up!

Liz Gilbert: I did love you, Stephen.

Stephen: I know. But I still love you.

Liz Gilbert: So, love me.

Stephen: But I miss you.

Liz Gilbert: So, miss me. Send me love and light every time you think of me... Then drop it. It won't last forever. Nothing does.

Stu: I hope you know them's the kids who just beat me up.

Stephen: I know who they are son.

Stu: Then why'd you give them Ma and Lidia's cotton candy?

Stephen: Because they look like that hadn't been given anything in a long time.

Stephen: Boy, sometimes all it takes is a split second for you to do something you'll regret the whole rest of your life.

Mrs. Higgins: Think you can make anymore damn noise, what that damn car of yours?

Stephen: Sorry, Mrs. Higgins.

Mrs. Higgins: And stop trying to look through my dress, and see my nipples.

Stephen: Well I don't want our kids growing up thinking there powerless because of me. Everything they do in this world has a consequence. Our children still believe in miracles. They still believe anything is possible. As long as they believe like that, they're gonna be something. They're gonna make a difference in the world... that means I made a difference.

Stephen: You otta call um the Limpkickies.

Stu: I like the Limpdickies.

Stephen: Lidia hit him in the face with a rock? I think I'm gonna have to have a talk with that girl. Is she doing anything else I should know about?

Stu: Well yeah. She's doing a lot of things. But I don't think you should know about them.

Stu: What the hell. Dad. He's hitting our car.

Stephen: I see that.

Lidia: Dad, how come you and Mom don't talk no more?

Stephen: Well, I been gone a long time Lidia, we just giving each other other a little space right now.

Lidia: Well you better start crowding her, Dad! You gotta put your arms around the woman every once in a while or she's gonna think you don't like her no more!

[pause]

Lidia: Now, I'm giving you this advice cause I can see that you just don't know what you're doing.

Stephen: Well, I'm gonna take that to heart.

Stephen: I'm afraid I can't allow you to put your hands on my son. You don't see me correcting your children. I don't mind so much you plowing into my car and I don't take offense at you calling me names. But you go after my child, you're going to push a button on me and then I'm going to lose control and kill you. Now apologize to my son.

Mr. Lipnicki: I apologize.

Stephen: That's mighty kind of you. My son has something to tell you. Apologize to Mr. Lipnicky, Stu. Tell him you're sorry for insulting him.

Stu: I'm sorry, Mr. Lipnicki.

Stephen: I can't tell you never to fight, Stu. But if you want to know what I think, I think the only thing that keeps people truly safe and happy is love. I think that's where men get their courage. That's where countries get their strength. That's where God grants us our miracles. And in the absence of love, Stuart, there is nothing, nothing in this world worth fighting for.

Stephen: They let me go from that job today.

Lois: What? Why? Hadn't even been a week!

Stephen: Somewhere or another, they found out I spent time in that mental hospital.

Lois: Well, did you tell them you went into that hospital voluntary for nightmares?

Stephen: Nothing personal, they said. Law says you can't work for the city or state within the vicinity of children if you've spent time in a mental hospital or corrective institution.

Lois: It's on account of our government that you wound up in that place, and now they're turning you down for work like you're some kind of criminal or something? What is that? Well... we still got my jobs, and we can get food stamps...

Stephen: Food stamps? God bless America. They give you a handout before they give you a job.

Stephen: If I blink, I might lose her.

Lucy Wilson: So?

Stephen: So the last time I blinked, I lost you.

Lucy Wilson: So, like I said, if you like her so much, why don't you talk to her?

Stephen: I don't talk to anyone.

Lucy Wilson: You talk to me.

Stephen: You're not real.

Lucy Wilson: [whispering] He loves her and he's going to take her away from you.

Stephen: Not if she does him in first.

Lucy Wilson: [whispering] You're jealous, Daddy.

Stephen: [loudly] And you're not?

Stephen: My wife was right. I spent my whole life hiding behind computer screens, and it cost me my daughter. But it's time to let go because... because I met an extraordinary woman and she needs my help. I won't make the same mistake twice.

Stephen: No one comes here for the food.

David 'Chef': Hey!

Francine Parker: They're still here.

Stephen: They're after us. They know we're still in here.

Peter: They're after the place. They don't know why; they just remember. Remember that they want to be in here.

Francine Parker: What the hell are they?

Peter: They're us, that's all, when there's no more room in hell.

Stephen: What?

Peter: Something my granddad used to tell us. You know Macumba? Vodou. My granddad was a priest in Trinidad. He used to tell us, "When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the Earth."

[Fran and Stephen are observing from the roof of the mall]

Francine Parker: What are they doing? Why do they come here?

Stephen: Some kind of instinct. Memory of what they used to do. This was an important place in their lives.

[coming upon the mall]

Stephen: What the hell is it?

Roger: It looks like a shopping center, one of those big, indoor malls

Peter: Ain't it a crime.

Stephen: What?

Peter: The only person who could miss with this gun is the sucker with the bread to buy it.

Stephen: We've got to survive! Somebody's got to survive!

Peter: We're gonna have a hell of a time getting back.

Roger: We've just got to wait a little longer before we move.

Peter: No, there's always a chance of some of them staying up on the balcony.

Roger: We can handle that. We can break right through them.

Peter: If any of them see us or hear us, they'll just follow us on up. It's no good.

Roger: We sure as hell can outrun 'em. We can load up with what we've got and get the hell out of here.

Peter: I've been thinking... maybe we've got a good thing going here. Maybe we shouldn't be in such a hurry to leave.

Roger: Oh, man.

Peter: If we could get back up there without them catching on, we could hole up for a while, at least long enough to catch a breath, check out the radio, see what's happening.

Stephen: There's some kind of passageway over the top the stores. I don't know if it's just heating ducts or some kind of access. I saw it on the map.

Peter: Upstairs. Let's go.

Stephen: We've got to find more fuel. Maybe closer to Cleveland.

Roger: No. We've got to stay out of the big cities. If they're anything like Philly, we may never get out alive.

Peter: We may never get out of any place alive. We almost didn't get out of here.

Roger: We're getting out of here fine. As long as there's not too many of those things around, we can handle them easy.

Peter: Yeah, well it wasn't one of those things that nearly blew me away.

Roger: We gotta stay in the sticks! There's bound to be more of those little private airports upstate.

Stephen: There's the locks along the Allgheny. There's several fuel-pumping stations there, state- and private-owned.

Roger: No, those are probably still manned. We don't need those hassles either.

Stephen: They're just out after scavengers and looters.

Peter: Oh, you got papers for this limousine?

Stephen: I've got GON I.D., and so does Fran.

Peter: Right, and we're up here doing traffic reports! Wake up, sucker! We're thieves and we're bad guys. That's exactly what we are. We gotta find our own way.

Officer at Police Dock: What are you doing here?

Stephen: We're with GON.

Officer at Police Dock: About a minute and a half on the car.

Stephen: Now, wait a minute. We're just here to refuel. Those men were already dead. Now you were here, you know that.

Officer at Police Dock: GON Traffic Watch. Steve Andrews.

Stephen: That's me, I'm Steve Andrews.

Officer at Police Dock: Yeah, no shit.

Stephen: Hello, HQ, this is Police Dock. Operator dead, post abandoned.

Roger: What's the problem, officer?

Officer at Police Dock: We caught your friends here stealing company gasoline.

Roger: What do you mean, friends?

Stephen: They know, Rog. They're running too.

Officer at Police Dock: Now it would be crazy to start shooting at each other.

Roger: It sure would.

Stephen: We're still pretty close to Johnstown. Those rednecks are probably enjoying this whole thing.

Francine Parker: Stephen, I'm afraid. You're hypnotized by this place. All of you! You don't see that it's not a sanctuary, it's a prison! Let's just take what we need and get out of here!

Stephen: Do you have any idea how many times we would have to land to refuel on our way up north to Canada? Those things are everywhere! The authorities would give us just as hard a time, maybe worse. Fran, we have everything we need right here. Besides, you always wanted to play house, remember?

Stephen: How many do you figure are already in?

Peter: Not too many. We'll get it all locked up, and then we're going on a hunt.

[looking at the approaching bikers]

Peter: Just three of them, huh?

Stephen: Holy shit!

Peter: They'll get in. They'll move the trucks.

Stephen: There's hundreds of those creatures down there.

Peter: Come on, man, that's a professional army. Looks like they've been surviving on the road all through this thing. Well, let's not make it easy for them.

[referring to Frannie]

Peter: She looks sick.

Roger: Come on, wouldn't you be?

Peter: No, man, I mean she really looks ill.

Stephen: She's pregnant.

Roger: [nervously] Hey, maybe we should get moving.

Peter: We can handle it.

Roger: Yeah, but what if she needs a doctor...?

Peter: [interrupting] We can handle it! It doesn't change a thing.

[to Stephen]

Peter: Do you want to get rid of it?

Stephen: [shocked] *What*?

Peter: Do you want to abort it? It's not too late, and I know how.

Officer at Police Dock: Hey! Ya got any cigarettes?

Roger: Any of you guys got cigarettes?

[Francine shakes her head]

Roger: No, I'm sorry.

Stephen: Where you headed?

Officer at Police Dock: Down river. We got an idea maybe we can make it to the island!

Stephen: What Island?

Officer at Police Dock: Any island. What about you? Where are you headed?

Stephen: Straight up.

Stephen: Am I employing retards? I have nothing against retards in general, I just can't afford to employ them.

Stephen: Most people have some dignity, most people long to leave a mark. If it were just a question of smudges... they wouldn't need the bowling shoe rule.