I still got it.

I love you.

Oh my God. I love it.

- What would you say? - I love you?

- Catch that motherfucker. - Absolutely. I love you.

It's very dramatic. She's the reason why I love horror movies.

I'm sure she'd love to hear that. If I knew her which, I don't really.

I mean, there are still rules, but the rules have changed. The unexpected is the new cliché.

- Great! I love interviews. - You have to wait, Gale. Sorry, can't let you in there.

- You think you're still the star. - This isn't a fucking movie!

- There's nobody out here. - Oh, dude. I love this part of the movie. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I've seen it five times, and it still gets me every time.

You gave it all for love, I know that. How long have you and Dewey been married?

We're survivors now. I just wish Sidney was too. - Jill, they re not sure yet. It's still touch and go.

No, the zombies are still in their car, so you should be alright.

Here's one that fucks you, dumps you and doesn't even make you famous. - What the fuck, Jill, I loved you!

When you tell someone you love her, and she gives you everything, and then you go out with someone else...

I told you, I heard something.

I did.

I-I-I'm gay, I'm gay. I mean, if it helps...