- Michael: [after making sexual advances on his mother] What's wrong? I'm your son!
- Michael: Mother, this cloth smells of death!
- James: You look just like a little whore, but I like that in a girl.
- Mark: You're getting a raise out of me alright, but it has nothing to do with money.
- Prof. Ayres: [to an attacking zombie] No, stay back! I'm your friend!
- Evelyn: [cradling Michael in her arms, while Leslie chomps on a leg] Michael! Oh no! Oh God! No!
- [turning, beating on Leslie]
- Evelyn: Leslie! Leslie! You killed my son! Damn you, you killed him! You killed Michael! Damn you, damn you, damn you, you killed my son! You killed him! God damn you! You killed Michael! Damn you, damn you, damn you! DAMN YOU! AAAAAHHH...
- [kills her]
- Mark: [upon finding Michael and Leslie dead] We must get out of this place somehow, now!
- James: [observing the professor chomping on the butler] But that's Prof. Ayres!
- Mark: He's a zombie too, then!
- [pulling him]
- Mark: Come on!
- Mark: Come on, Evelyn! Let's get as far away as we can! Hurry!
- Mark: Janet, wake up, dear. It's time to leave.
- Janet: No!
- Mark: Come on, Janet, you can do it.
- Janet: I'll never make it. I can't stand the pain! No! I can't!
- Mark: Of course you can. Come on.
- Janet: No, I can't!
- Mark: But we can't just stay here, dear.
- Janet: No! Leave me here. Go without me. Let me die! I can't stand it! I can't walk another step! Oh, please, let me die!
- [sobs]
- Mark: [upon entering the "monks"' chapel] Come on, Evelyn. We're all right now.
- Mark: [tending Janet's foot in the chapel] The monks here should have something for your ankle.
- James: [on entering the "monk's" inner sanctum] Sorry. Forgive me for disturbing your meditations. The door was open, so we just came in. Father, things are going on, terrible things! Please, won't you help us? We have no one.
- Mark: [gathering the women, on hearing James's screams from the "monk's" inner sanctum] Come on, hurry up, let's go!
- Mark: [on seeing Di Paolis Studios' model builders' workshop] It looks like some sort of model builders' workshop.
- Janet: Mark, for God's sake, close the gate.
- Mark: Right away!
- Janet: Now, what do we do, Mark?
- Mark: Let's push this thing over there, in front of the gate.
- [all push large model across floor]
- Mark: That's it. Come on, darling, let's go upstairs
- Evelyn: Here, let me help you.
- [takes Janet's arm as she whimpers while dragged upstairs to a closed door, from behind which emerges a zombie]
- Mark: Let's get back outside, quick!
- [repair to gate, where zombies appear]
- Evelyn: Oh, they're here.
- Mark: [pushing model blocking gate] Push it! Push it hard!
- [the two women, one crippled, push against an ever-rising tide of endless zombies]
- Epilogue: "The earth shall tremble, graves shall open, they shall come among the living as messengers of death and there shall be the nigths of terror." 'Profecy of the Black Spider'
- Mark: [clubbing zombie] Damn you!
- Mark: [arriving at the open gate of the model builders'workshop] Looks like no one's here.
- Janet: What does it matter? Let's go inside.
- Mark: [after knocking zombie off stairs] Let's go upstairs. Hurry!
- [undead Michael appears out of the door at the top of the stairs]
- Mark: It's Michael.
- Evelyn: Michael! Michael! Michael! Michael! Oh my baby! My son, my son. Michael!
- [takes him in her arms]
- Mark: Stop it Evelyn! Don't touch it! No! It's a zombie! Don't touch it!
- Evelyn: [clutching Michael to her bosom] Came back to me! You came back to me, didn't you? Oh, darling, I'm so happy now! Oh, Michael, oh, Michael, oh, darling! Oh, dearest! Oh, you're here. We'll never leave each other again! Oh, darling, always together. Michael, look at me, angel. Look at me!
- [Michael uncovers her breast as Mark and Janet look on in horror and disgust]
- Evelyn: Oh, yes, darling, just like when you were a baby. Go ahead, darling, I know you want to. You used to love it so!
- [moans inappropriately as Michael nurses]
- Evelyn: Oh! Oh!
- [Michael bites off nipple]
- Evelyn: AAAAAHHH!
- Janet: [last lines, as she and Mark are trapped on the staircase, surrounded by zombies breaking through the front gate and descending from upstairs, while Michael chomps on Evelyn] Oh, Mark! Mark! Help me! No, I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die!
- [sobbing]
- Janet: Oh, God! Oh, God, help me! Oh! Oh! Oh! No! No! No! OOOOOOHHH...
- [screams, as zombies drag Mark to the table saw, and close in on her. fin]
- James: [Upon first laying eyes on a zombie] It's some kind of a joke!
- James: They can only be killed by blowing their heads off.
- [shooting zombies]
- James: Get rid of as many as I can.
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