Wendell: Can I do the honors when you become a skin muncher?
Jim: Jesus, really? Nice bedside asshole.

John: How the hell did they find us?
Strand: Perhaps you were right. Perhaps we just needed to believe.

She didn't use the "C" word. She went for the full quesadilla.


I figure if I can't go down there and kill any of those Goddamn things, pissin' on them is the only FU I got here.


Morgan, you told me I get to choose how I go? I think this beats pissing in the wind.