- [hearing the zombies pounding against the shopping mall's glass doors]
-
- Francine: They're still here.
- Stephen: They're after us. They know we're still in here.
- Peter: They're after the place. They don't know why, they just remember. Remember that they want to be in here.
- Francine: What the hell are they?
- Peter: They're us, that's all, when there's no more room in hell.
- Stephen: What?
- Peter: Something my granddad used to tell us. You know
Macumba? Voodoo. My granddad was a priest in Trinidad. He used to tell
us, "When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth."
- [Roger is in bed, slowly dying from a zombie bite]
-
- Roger: You'll take care of me when I go, won't you, Peter?
- Peter: Rest, man. Save your strength.
- Roger: I don't want to be walkin' around... like THAT!... Peter...
- [Peter is turning away, not ready to cope with the death of his friend]
- Roger: PETER?
- Peter: I'm here, man!
- Roger: Don't do it until you are sure I am coming back! I'm
gonna try... not to... I'm gonna try... not to... come back. I'm gonna
try... not to...
- "Because of the obvious threat to untold numbers of citizens, and
because of the crisis which is even now developing, this radio station
will remain on the air, day and night. This station and hundreds of
other radio and TV stations throughout this part of the country are
pooling their resources through an emergency network hookup to keep you
informed of all developments. At this hour, we repeat, these are the
facts as we know them. There is an epidemic of mass murder being
committed by a virtual army of unidentified assassins. The murders are
taking place in villages, cities, rural homes and suburbs with no
apparent pattern or reason for the slayings. It seems to be a sudden,
general explosion of mass homicide. We have some descriptions of the
assassins. Eyewitnesses say they are ordinary looking people. Some say
they appear to be in a kind of trance.
- So, at this point there is no really authentic way for us to say who or what to look for and guard yourself against."
- Field reporter: Are they slow-moving, chief ?
-
- Chief McClellan: Yeah, they're dead. They're all messed up.
Night of the Seagulls (1975)
