Zombie Bankers

Carson:
Boy, he sure knows his stuff.

Nurse Kattie:
We don't care how you feel we just want your blood.

Zombie Stalker Orderly:
I always wanted my own little zombie to love and feed and teach

Crusher:
You know bikini?

Claire:
Yes chief. I yes bikini.

Crusher:
I like.

Claire:
You're weird.

Crusher:
No I'm Seneca.

Carson:
Welcome to America Prick.

Crusher:
EBBD. Exploding, Bludgen, Burning and De-Brained. EBBD

Carson:
If you're gonna bust a nut I'm gonna pop a cap in some of these zombie's asses.

Claire:
Come on ladies and get yo fake ass titties! Buy that with your credit card!

Dr. Jim:
You're the one that gave me this f***ing credit card. It's only good to swipe your girlfriends ass and see if you can get some discharge.

Carson:
Rosie Dosie the Zombie Bloodhound!

Carson:
What's that?

Bank Contractor:
I work for the bank.

Carson:
The bank? Oh yeah the bank.

Bank Contractor:
Yeah I'm a subcontractor.

Carson:
Oh that's nice. You like that job?

Bank Contractor:
I really like that job.

Carson:
That's kind of like Blackwater for the government?

Bank Contractor:
Yeah it's kind of like that.

Carson:
Don't touch my door!

Bank Contractor:
Oh yeah?

Carson:
Ok?

Bank Contractor:
Got a problem?

Carson:
Yeah. I don't want you to touch the f***ing door!

Bank Contractor:
All right.

Carson:
Get your hands off the door.

Bank Contractor:
Ok.

Carson:
Good. Welcome to America. Prick.

Carson:
You wanna foreclose my house come inside! Foreclosure my ass!

Dr. Jim:
You're the f***ing a**hole who gave me this credit that's useless! The only thing it's good for is to swipe your girlfriend's f***ing ass and get some discharge out of it.

Joe:
Hey Doc!

Dr. Jim:
Hey guys nice to see ya. Nice to see ya.

Joe:
How you doing man you look terrific!

Sam:
You took off a little weight. You look good.

Dr. Jim:
Yeah I crapped out your mother.

Joe:
Wow you look great!

Sam:
I don't know that wasn't very nice.

Zombie Stalker Orderly:
[to Zombie] I love you! I realize I love you! I love you! I always wanted my own little zombie to love, and feed, and teach! And we can go to the park! And do crafts!

Carson:
[Zombie tackles Carson] Son of a b*tch! God damn zombie! [Carson beheads zombie] This chair that's all I need. And my bag that's all I need. Machete that's all I need. [Carson pries the boom box away from the zombie] Gimme that! My boom box! That's all I need.

Crusher:
Oh Boyzo!

Crusher:
Come here Rosie gimme a smooch.

Carson:
Hey that's my girl!

Crusher:
Got some tongue action, huh Rosie?

Claire:
Come on!

Carson:
Better watch that. No tongue action with my girl.

Crusher:
Not a keeper!