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Hehe, poor bastard... Where are you from anyways?

-You... you killed him?
-No, I shot him. The bullets and the fall killed him.

Get yourself a Box!
- Because of that you dont have to throw it on the ground, you stupid bastard!
- You have no Box! What do you expect, Coffe and Sandwich on Bed?
Hehe, no deal. Get a Box.
- Do they employe any stupid guys nowdays? You, im going to fix a Box!
But untill then you dont facking throw Mails on the ground, do you understand that!
- What the fack... *Drives furious away and points finger*

What is it?
- There are tracks. Tracks all over the facking floor here!
Frank, calm down.
- Calm down?! In hell i calm down! Some slimy bastard have put hes dirty feet here!

*A Police officer who sees a speeding car pass* Facking idiot!

*Postman who walks around in a deserted house after leaving their Mail*
Hey, i thought i heard someone here!
- Well, they are not here anyway!
I see. Where are them then?
- How thell hell should i know?! I dont care where they are, theyre just messin around!
What? Are they messing around?
- Yeahh! About the Mailbox!
What?! The Mailbox? Have they moved themselfs there now?
- What do you mean moved them selfs there?! They have not fixed one damnit!
One of them realy was a loudmouth yesterday!
Wait a minute! So youre saying you can se them moving around, like this?
*demonstrates Ghost - movements with hes finger*
- What the hell are you talking about, really?!
Your black tracks, ofcourse!
*Runs away when he hear Frank comes home, the one the guy was searching for*
- Hey, you! There is a strange damn dude in there, realy! He seems to be totaly screwed up!

So you managed to find your way here.
- No its not me, just my spirit. Myself im lying home and sleeping. *laughs*

We have no money left, and you running around and chasing Ghosts! Its almost comical!
- Then laugh, damnet!

*Police Inspector who is interrigates*
So this is what i am going to write, in my Report... That it was Ghosts who killed mr. Svensson.
- Demons!

*Sees hes wife talking with the Policeinspector outside the house, and they looking back at him. Then she walks in*
What was you talking about, then?
- You, ofcourse!
About what? As like they should put me into a institution, ore what?
- Yeah, that perhaps doesent sound like a bad idea, you.

*Police Inspector who is interrigates*
So this is what i am going to write, in my Report... That it was Ghosts who killed mr. Svensson.
- Demons!
I dont think we get much further now. But we stay in touch.

*After running away from a room wich seems to have a Demon in it*
We have to check out whats in there!
- What are you gonna do? Walk up there, say "Hello there! Im Allan. Are there any happy Demons here?"

*After first seem the new house they are going to live in*
- Its big! Are we realy the only ones who are going to live here??
Hehe! Yeah, we should realy hope so! *Jokingly*

*After Frank comes home, with bad news about hes work. Shortly after moved in, and buyed a new Car. Wich is depending of that result*
- It didnt go so well, huh?
No..! They fought my idea, wasnt original enough!
- Oh god, i knew it..! I knew it..!
Did you know that? Take it easy now, you mrs Fortuneteller!

Thank you so much! Thank you so facking much! *Slams the door*

*Last lines*
Can we drive into Town with this one?
- Mmm.

*A strange Ghost - scientist are setting up lots of machines in a room*
What are you going to do with all these stuff?
- This? This, my friends, will spot on every activities in this room.
Activities?
- Life. *Laughs*

*First lines*
Damn what a great sound it is in this!

*After Frank got frightened by hes sleeping wife during a night*
Do you want a Cigarette?
- No, im sleeping!
Oh yeah, thats right...

*After trying to kill the Demon, Allan forgot something, and runs out to fix it*
Hey, let us now quitting with this, gotdamnet!
- Its nothing to worry about! *Gets electrified, and drops ropes, wich comes up and pulling Allan down at a lake, wich also drowns him*

*The Postman walks in, but no one seems to be home*
Helloo! Its me! *To himself* The Postman...

*While the two kids waiting for their father, after seeing him try to break into a Car*
Why is daddy so crazy?
- He is not crazy, hes just fighting with mother.
He IS crazy! He is very crazy!

Dawn of the Dead ´78 is the best movie ever.

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