“What is that smell? (Nick)(It was like three-day-old cat vomit mixed with rotten asparagus.)Duck urine. It keeps the zombies from thinking I’m human. (Mark)Yeah, well it keeps me from thinking you’re sane. (Nick)”

“What are you? (Nick)Completely perplexed. You remember everything that happened. (Acheron)Yeah. Duh. Not like you’re going to forget the killer zombie stalkers and psyched-out kitchen staff. What kind of freak show is this? (Nick)”

“Are you sure I can’t catch it? (Nick)I’m positive. Believe me, I know my zombies. (Bubba)(Nick scoffed.) ‘Is it just me or is that like saying I know my elves and fairies?’ (Nick)”

“Yeah, it’s me, but I like to think I looked better when we met. ‘Cause right now, I’m pretty much hogging all the ugly. (Nick)”

“Someone else has to be disseminating it. (Mark)Dis-a what? (Nick)Disseminating. It means distributing it. (Mark)Then why didn’t you say that? (Nick)Remind me to get him a word-of-the-day calendar. (Mark)”

“Look. (Mark held up his hands for Nick’s inspection.) They’re all pruny and wet. I’ll never have my soft sweet hands again.” – Mark “You’re not right, are you?” – Nick “I know this clown. He keeps teasing me with these near death experiences. One day, I’m going to take his butt down even when I’m not supposed to. You can’t keep knocking on my door and then slamming it in my face. It’s just not right.” – Death”

“The only clothes Amanda has are the ones on her back. (Kyrian)From what I saw, she had no clothes whatsoever on her back. Her front neither. (Nick)One day, Gaitor bait... (Kyrian)Note to self- be nice to woman, keep mouth shut. (Nick)”