The Stand
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Larry Underwood. You better come in here and sing me a song.
Mother Abigail
This is how Baby Can You Dig Your Man sounded before it was used to sell fuckin' cologne.
Larry
Lloyd: Mister? I'm awful hungry.
Flagg: Of course you are. A little rat meat and a bite or two of raw, human calf muscle ain't enough to sustain a fellow like you.
Lloyd: No, it's not enough.
Flagg: Hell, I'm a bit peckish myself, and it's barely an hour since I finished lunch. Rare roast beef sandwich on Vienna bread smothered in onions and Golden spicy brown, home fries on the side. A little chocolate milk to wash it down. Oh, my. I'm torturing you, ain't I? Tell you what. How about I let you out of here, and we go find something to eat. I don't believe I introduced myself. Name's Flagg, two Gs. Pleased to meet ya.
Jim: Ralph Hodges and you, you were the only ones who made physical contact with Campion, right?
Stu: Are you telling me they're all dead?
Jim: I am.
Frannie: Go home, Harold! I'm not your fucking babysitter anymore!
Harold: No one's coming, Fran.
Hello, Frannie. My name is Abigail Freemantle. You come see me at Hemingford Home, Colorado. Can you remember that for me?
Abigail
My great pleasure this delightful post-apocalypse season will be to kill Mr. Stuart "Dogcock" Redman, and just maybe, I'll kill her, too.
Harold
As far as we can tell, everyone who comes in contact with this thing gets infected. Everyone but you, and we need to find out why.
Jim
