"You're talking about the guy that took potshots of us with a sniper rifle, aren't you?"

"It's Frank. Frank West. Remember that name 'cause the whole world's gonna know it in three days, when I get the scoop."

"I’ve covered wars, you know."

"Fine! I'll just get my information somewhere else, thank you very much!"

"You needed medicine, too. Maybe we should work together."

"Whoa, hold your horses, babe. I'm the one who's asking the questions here."

"You're one hell of a journalist, aren't you, Frank? A hothead, underhanded, hotshot paparazzi with nothing better to …"

"Hey, don't be daydreamin' out here!"

"NAME AND RANK, SOLDIER!...you can't tell me, can you, fella? Oh yeah, I know why...it's because you're Viet Cong! I'm…"

"Everyone used to laugh at me...I was a walking punchline. But not anymore...when the zombies came, everyone died! Tha…"