Red v.s. Blue wrote...
Grif: Hey Doc, nobody likes you.
Doc: What? What are you talking about, everybody likes me!
Grif: Everybody hates you. You don't fit in.
Doc: Oh? I think I fit in just fine.
Grif: Really.
Doc: Yes.
Grif: Okay, let me ask you this, Doc. What's your zombie plan?
Doc: My what?
Grif: There's two kinds of people in the world, Doc. Those who have a plan prepared for when the zombies take over the Earth, and those who don't. We call those last people dinner.
Doc: Nobody does that!
Grif: In my zombie plan, I'm going to Alaska, because zombies have no body heat. They'll freeze like corpse-sicles! It's brilliant!
Doc: Nobody else thinks about stuff like that!
Grif: Hey Simmons!
Simmons: What?
Grif: What's your zombie plan?
Simmons: I have two weeks worth of food stored in my attic. I climb up and pull up the ladder with me.
Doc: What?!
Grif: What happens at the ends of the two weeks?
Simmons: Oh, I'm keeping that to myself! I don't want to risk you turning into a zombie and knowing what I'm up to!
Doc: Oh, come on!
Simmons: You still doin Alaska?
Grif: You know it!
Simmons: You'll never make it Grif, the major freeways will be choked with stalled cars and people trying to flee the major population centers! Its going to be nothing but a tasty flesh bottleneck!
Grif: I'm just going to have to take that risk!
Simmons: Good luck to you Grif!
Grif: Good luck to you too Simmons!
Doc: Are you guys brain-damaged?
Sarge: Hey you knuckleheads, what's all the yammering about?
Doc: Hey Sarge, do you have a, quote, "zombie plan", unquote?
Sarge: A zombie plan? Of course not!
Doc: See? I told you.
Sarge: I have 37 different zombie plans!
Grif: Wow. Now that's preperation! I am seriously impressed, Sarge.
Sarge: Well don't be, dirtbag. In 36 of the 37 plans I use your fresh corpse as bait, so that I can make my initial escape from the legions of the undead!
Grif: Well, at least I know there's one plan where I-
Sarge: In the 37th plan, I knowingly infect myself with the zombie virus, just so I can devour you!
Doc: Sarge, you gotta be pulling my leg.
Sarge: Why do you think I carry a shotgun with me at all times? You have to be ready to act on a moments notice! Hyah!
Doc: Guys, with all the problems in the world, I can't believe you spend this much time thinking about- [moaning in the distance] What's that?
Sarge: Romero's beard! The Blues have been infected!
Simmons: If anyone needs me I'll be in the attic!
Grif: Hello Juneau!
Sarge: Wait, Grif! I need your delicious meat for most of my plans! Hey there Doc, you a, don't wanna give me a hand with somethin do ya?
Doc: No.
Sarge: Where's your moistious meat.