Dead Set2008

Patrick:
It's like a loser's convention in here! Proud of yourselves?

Kelly:
Want another fag, Patrick?

Patrick:
Oddly enough, I don't, Kathy...

Kelly:
Kelly...

Patrick:
Yeah, whatever... we need an escape plan.

Space:
Like we haven't thought of that.

Patrick:
[sarcastically] Think of it as a Task, if that helps... c'mon! We should hit the road!

Space:
We can't get to the road no more.

Patrick:
You haven't f***ing tried!

Kelly:
Patrick, I agree with you, Patrick? I agree with you, I do. But there's no way through those gates, I mean, you've seen them...

Patrick:
We've got the keys to our van! So we'll just drive, we'll drive away!

Space:
You can't just drive past, alright? They're not gonna step aside like some f***in' chambermaids!

Patrick:
Well... just... well... we'll distract them! We'll distract them! We'll bait them away! Okay? We'll bait them away from the gates long enough and then we'll drive straight through!

Space:
With what? A ball of string?

Patrick:
Well, look, they eat flesh, don't they? Right? That's what they eat... [points to Grayson's corpse] we'll give 'em some! There's a man-sized portion of Pedigree Chum laying right there!

Space:
F*** up!

Patrick:
No! We'll chop him up!

[Pippa and Veronica scream in shock and disgust]

Patrick:
We'll chop him up! We'll chop the best bits to the f***ing ghoulies, they'll run after that, "munch, munch, thank you very much!", we'll drive straight through!

Veronica:
You're *not* doing that!

Patrick:
I didn't say it was gonna be a gentile parlour game, ya titted f***in' idiot! But it is WORTH A PISSING SHOT!