Pat:What... Were... The... Scores?
Grandma:...but it could be the last time anyone shoots your balls off!
Tony:Whoa, whoa, easy Grandma easy. Didn't mean to scare you.
Grandma:Oh really, 'fuckface'? Do I look scared to you?
Tony:Calm down. It's not the 1st time I've had a gun pointed at me.
Grandma:Oh, maybe so, but it could be the last time anyone shoots your balls off! Ha ha, now that's better. Now you 'Bald Ass'!
[points gun at Muscles]
Grandma:and you 'Fat Ass'
[points gun at Pat]
Grandma:and you 'Black Ass'
[points gun at Q]
Grandma:get back in your shit mobile and piss off! Go rob a post office or something!
Pat:We'd love to but we ran out of fuel and we barely made it here.
Grandma:Then go rob a freaking petrol station or something!
Q:I understand how this looks. We're not here to rob anyone. We just saw the car and...
Grandma:Thought you'd get a closer look eh?. I'm not getting any younger, you know. I just might shoot the lot of you anyways!
Q:Whoa, easy, easy, all right? You're not gonna shoot anyone.
Q:Yeah, because if you do, you'll attract every member of the undead within a 10-mile radius and I know you don't want to do that. Look, you even took the wind-chimes from your front door.
Muscles:We understand that we startled you out here all alone.
Cassie:[out of nowhere she appears pointing a gun at Q's head]What makes you think she's all alone?
Grandma:Going somewhere good are we?
Tony:Put the fucking gun down!
Grandma:No, after you.
Q:Ton, what's going on?
Grandma:Not with all our food you're not!
Tony:Don't fucking argue with me! We are heading for the coast. I got the car keys in me pocket.
Q:Ton, this is wrong mate.
Tony:Oh shut up you soppy little cunt! What do you know about right and fucking wrong? Was it 'right' for any of 'this' to happen? Was it ' right' for us to rob a bank? Was it 'right' to steal a van? No! Yes it is a piece of shit fucking van with me mate's blood all over it!
Q:Why don't you lower the gun?
Tony:Shut up! Was it 'right' for fucking Danny to be buried in the mud? No! Was it 'right' for Crazy Steve to be eaten by those fucking things?
Tony:Shut the fuck up you cunt!
[Pat & Muscles enter the room]
Tony:Pat, we leaving mate, Muscles, I got the car keys in me pocket mate!
Muscles:Tony, no mate...
Grandma:You're not going anywhere!
Tony:Shut up you old cow or I'll shoot you then I'll shoot your fucking granddaughter!
Grandma:You pathetic little man!
[starts to shoot gun but it only clicks]
Cassie:You evil fuck!
Grandma:You thought I would leave a loaded gun in the house with someone like you around?
Grandma:[rushes into a pack of zombies armed with only a Fire Iron]Come on you motherfuckers!
Front Line TV Reporter:Remember the rules: S.H.I.T= Sever the head, Have an escape route, Isolate the infected, Travel by day