"Last time anyone counted, fifty-three million people were dying every year, a hundred-fifty thousand every day, a hundred and seven every minute, and that was in normal times."

"Kathleen Munroe — Janet O'Flynn/Jane O'Flynn"

"Alan van Sprang — Sarge "Nicotine" Crockett"

"Survival isn't just for the living."

"In an us-versus-them world, someone puts up a flag, another person tears it down and puts up his own. Pretty soon no one remembers what started the war in the first place and the fighting becomes all about those stupid flags."

"The idea was to make a film about war or entities that don’t die, conflicts, disagreements that people can’t resolve, whether its Ireland, or the Middle East, or the Senate… that was the idea. And then I decided that was the best way to depict it. And then I had this other idea about an island would be a logical place for people to go, an idea I sort of played with in some of the other films. So I said OK, the best way to tell this story I think is to have a protagonist go to the island only to find out that it’s in the middle of basically a war that won’t die, between these two old guys."

"Kenneth Welsh — Patrick O'Flynn"

"Devon Bostick — Boy"

"Jordy Verrill's Banker: $200 for a broken meteor?!! You must be joking, Mr. Verrill! I wouldn't even give you two cents!!"

"So that's where the bugs went! Looks like old Mr. Pratt was right after all, eh, kiddies? Those little suckers can hide anywhere, heh-heh! Well, that's our last yell-yarn for this time, and until we get together for another foul feast, I'll leave you with these famous words from the classic film "Casablechha"... as ole Boogey said to Ingrid Barrghman, "Here's looking at you, kiddies..." heh-heh-heh..."

"Heh-heh! Looks like Richard got himself in over his head, eh, kiddies? No? Well, it'll be over his head soon enough, heh-heh! And listen to him laugh! It's enough to drive you crazy! Of course, I've been crazy for years, so it doesn't really bother me... Ready for some more putrid prose, kiddies? Hee-hee..."

"Hear that, kiddies? Rain tonight, heh-heh! I guess that old Verrill luck is in again, eh? You can decide for yourself if Jordy finally had a bit of good luck when he managed to pull that trigger! But don't think too long, kiddies... our next yell yarn awaits..."

"Heh-heh! Welcome, kiddies! I don't know about you, but I'm feeling a bit edgy! Maybe I'm still feeling the effects of our last story... or maybe it's just because I haven't been out in a long time! That's it! I've got that boxed-in feeling, heh-heh! Which reminds me of another tale in my lurid lexicon! A little fear fable called..."

"Heh-heh! Well, I guess Wilma got what was coming to her, eh, kiddies? But, such manners! Not so much as a thank you... the only word to describe Wilma now is... are you ready, kiddies... incrate!! Heh-heh!"

"Now that's what I call a twist ending, eh, kiddies? Nate did all the twisting and Sylvia ended... poor old girl just lost her head and went all to pieces... but the worst part came when old Nate blew out Cass and Richard's candles... heh-heh... poof!! But why hang around here while my next terror tale awaits?"

"Jordy Verrill's Doctor: I'm sorry, Mr. Verrill, but… those fingers have got to come off. This is going to be extremely painful, Mr. Verrill!"

"Heh-heh! Hello again, kiddies... my last story was so grim it even frightened me! So I decided to head for the hills... you know, the other side of the mountain whereas the grass is always greener... heh-heh... which brings to mind another tale..."

"Oh, Jordy Verrill, you've done it now… you lunkhead!!"

"Meteorologist on TV: And in today's weather... well, not much for the outdoor types, but you farmers are going to love this. The current 30-day forecast released by the U.S. meteorological station in Portland calls for moderating temperatures and lots of rain. Castle County is going to turn green so fast in the next month that it's going to be almost miraculous."

"Mrs. Danvers: Shall I glaze the ham now, ma'am?"

"It's Father's Day, and I got my cake. Happy Father's Day!!"

"Meteor filth!!"

"Bedelia! YOU BITCH!! What do you think I got you here for?! You're just like all the others! You're nothing but a bunch of vultures!"

"Where's my cake, Bedelia? Where's my Father's Day cake? I want my cake, you dirty bitch! I'm going to have it!"

"Bedelia! I want my cake! BEDELIA!!! Where's my Father's Day cake?!"

"Heh-heh! Hello again, kiddies! My last story was so grueling, I thought I'd take a vacation... a little trip to the seashore! Of course, this reminds me of yet another awful anecdote... but the tide's coming in so I'd better get started! I call this one..."

"Bastards! Damn bugs. I'll get them bugs! I own this damn building. There's not going to be any more damn bugs! Heads are going to roll. I promise you that! Oh, yes!"

"Heh-heh! Well, kiddies, it seems you've caught me moonlighting! Let me tell you, this job is enough to drive ya bugs! The li'l suckers hide everywhere! Take it from me, kiddies, you've gotta stay alert, because..."

"Heh-heh!! Greetings, kiddies, and welcome to the first issue of Creepshow, the magazine that dares to answer the question, "Who goes there?""

"Jordy Verrill's Father: You ain't gonna get in that tub, are ya? It's the water that it wants! Don't ya know that? You get in that water, Jordy, and you might as well sign your death warrant!"

"You're all a bunch of dirty vultures just waiting to get your hands on my money!"

"Where's my cake? I want my cake!"

"Bedelia! It's Father's Day! Where's my cake? You promised me my cake!!"

"Bedelia! I'm your father, and you're supposed to be taking care of me!!"

"Where's my cake? I want it! It's mine!"

"I WANT MY CAKE!"

"That's a meteor! I'd be deep in mud if that ain't a meteor!"

"I wonder how much they'd pay for it up to college?"

"They MUST be destroyed ON SIGHT!"

"The normal question, the first question is always, "Are these cannibals?" No, they are not cannibals. Cannibalism in the true sense of the word implies an intraspecies activity. These creatures cannot be considered human. They prey on humans. They do not prey on each other; that's the difference. They attack and they feed only on warm human flesh. Intelligence? Seemingly little or no reasoning ability, but basic skills remain a more... remembered behaviours of ah, normal life. There are reports of these creatures using tools. But even these actions are the most primitive; the use of tools as bludgeons and so forth. I might point out that even animals will adopt the use of tools in this manner. These creatures are nothing but pure, motorized instinct. We must not be lulled by the concept that these are our family members or our friends. They are not. They will not respond to such emotions."

"You're not running a talk show here, Mr. Berman! You can forget pitching an audience the moral bullshit they want to hear!"

"Every dead body that is not exterminated becomes one of them. It gets up and kills! The people it kills get up and kill!"

"Many have died, last week, on these streets. In the basement of this building, you will find them. I have given them the last rites, now, you do what you will. You are stronger than us... But soon, I think they be stronger than you. When the dead walk, señores, we must stop the killing... or lose the war."

"Dawn of the Dead is one of the most prophetic and disturbing films you’ll see, and I challenge you to find anyone who can find another film from that era which provides the same level of social commentary."

"Richard France - Dr. Milliard Rausch"

"David Early - Mr. Berman"

"David Crawford - Dr. Foster"

"Gaylen Ross - Francine"

"Despite Romero’s avowal that he’s just making “comic books,” I reminded him, he gets very close to a message when he talks about “human sellouts” and “operatives” versus the “alternate society.”"

"Scott H. Reiniger - Roger"