Left 4 Dead 2 (PC)
English Game Script
Valve Corporation
Extracted by oblivion from aoc
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Version 1.1 | 1 December 2009
This is a list of all 8,400+ separate phrases each of the characters ever say
in the game, it was extracted from the files located inside the 'resource'
directory of the game. These files are used by the game to display subtitles.
The formatting process involved removing the code, the developers commentary,
then organising it alphabetically, removing the duplicates. The the text was
also wrapped to 79 characters per line.
As this is essentially the script of the game, the copyright holder is Valve
Corporation, whilst this particular version was extracted, formatted and
presented by me. So distribution of this file is permitted, as long as this
introduction text is left intact and unchanged.
(Version. 1.1 Add Dev Commentary + fixed orphaned text/formatting.)
Use CTRL+F to find your desired quote or browse through it manually.
Characters phrases included in this document include:
Coach voiced by Chad L. Coleman
Ellis voiced by Eric Ladin
Nick voiced by Hugh Dillon
Rochelle voiced by Rochelle Aytes
Soldier 1
Soldier 2
Strongman Game
Virgil
Whitaker
Additional Voices: Dayton Callie, Randall Newsome and David Scully.
(From credits of game)
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Chopper Pilot: Everybody in the chopper!
Chopper Pilot: Everyone in the chopper!
Chopper Pilot: Get in here!
Chopper Pilot: Get into the chopper!
Chopper Pilot: Get to the chopper!
Chopper Pilot: Let's go! Everybody to the chopper!
Chopper Pilot: Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
Chopper Pilot: To the chopper!
Chopper Pilot: We're taking off!
Coach:
Coach: "Encountered"? Boy, I am covered in zombie blood and puke and eyeballs
and twenty other parts I don't even recognize. We are immune as SHIT.
Coach: "Encountered"? Boy, I am covered in zombie blood, puke, eyeballs and
twenty other parts I don't even recognize. We are immune as SHIT.
Coach: ...poor food court never stood a chance...
Coach: [Ahhhh!]
Coach: [being shocked]
Coach: [Choking]
Coach: [Coughing from smoke]
Coach: [Frustrated sound]
Coach: [gasp for breath]
Coach: [groan]
Coach: [Laughter]
Coach: [singing] ...Every lady's crazy when her daddy's not around...
dunh-nuh-NAH-nuh-NAH-nha!
Coach: [singing] ...Gotta reach for the top, stay on that mountainnnn...
dunh-nuh-NAH-nuh-NAH-nha!
Coach: Aahhh...
Coach: About time a store gives a man a haircut while he buys himself some
pants.
Coach: Activate it!
Coach: Adrenaline shot here!
Coach: Agggh damn it! You're SHOCKIN' me!
Coach: Aggghh! The TANK!
Coach: Agh!
Coach: Agh, that thing's on me!
Coach: Ah hell no! Do not shoot me.
Coach: Ah hell, I'm sorry. Ain't used to all this shootin and runnin' around.
Coach: Ah hell, I'm sorry. Ain't used to all this shootin and runnin' around.
At least not the runnin' around.
Coach: Ah hell, those lights are an amusement park!
Coach: Ah hell. Gonna set some things right with this shit.
Coach: Ah shit, this ain't gonna be good.
Coach: Ah yeah. Cotton Candy. The wise pharaoh of food. Sittin' atop the food
pyramid, passin' judgment on all lesser foods.
Coach: Ahh damn it, I can't take losing anymore people.
Coach: Ahh damn, the merry-go-round started!
Coach: Ahh shit, I'm down!
Coach: Ahh shit, need a hand.
Coach: Ahh what the heck is that?!
Coach: Ahh, baby girl, goodbye.
Coach: Ahh, baby girl, mmm.
Coach: Ahh, damn it now.
Coach: Ahh, damn it.
Coach: Ahhh hell no, boy.
Coach: Ahhh nooooo.
Coach: Ahhh, hell no, boy, don't you be shootin' me.
Coach: Ahhh, I've had worse landings. Actually, that's a lie to spare your
feelings. That crash was pretty bad.
Coach: Ahhhhhhh.
Coach: Ain't been called nothin' but Coach for a long time.
Coach: Ain't gonna be nothing left of me.
Coach: Ain't gonna happen.
Coach: Ain't got time for this shit, get in here.
Coach: Ain't no one else but you and me left.
Coach: Ain't no shame in gettin' some help.
Coach: Ain't no way to drive around this mess, let's walk it.
Coach: Ain't none of my business what y'all doin' out there. But get me when
you're done.
Coach: Ain't nothin'.
Coach: Ain't used to this.
Coach: Alarms everywhere, people. Watch yourselves!
Coach: Alarm's gonna sound when we open the door.
Coach: All good now.
Coach: All I smell is ribs.
Coach: All right
Coach: All right Ellis, come on now, get yourself right.
Coach: All right now, let's blow some shit up.
Coach: All right now, mm-hm. This is gonna work.
Coach: All right now, they comin'.
Coach: All right now, this is gonna blow some shit up.
Coach: All right now, we're back in business.
Coach: All right now, yeah! You got it, boy!
Coach: All right now, you done good,.
Coach: All right people, let's get it on.
Coach: All right people, let's get to that bridge.
Coach: ALL RIGHT!
Coach: All right! Good effort.
Coach: All right! Way to go! Way to go!
Coach: All right, all right! Way to put it all out there!
Coach: All right, all right, gotta keep movin'.
Coach: All right, all right. Not bad, not bad.
Coach: All right, enough chat. Get ready.
Coach: All right, everybody, you are giving 110%.
Coach: All right, girl.
Coach: All right, good.
Coach: All right, guns!
Coach: All right, halfway there!
Coach: All right, hang on, this might sting a bit.
Coach: All right, Hunter.
Coach: All right, I got the crazy man's cola! Let's go!
Coach: All right, I'm with ya.
Coach: All right, let's do this together.
Coach: All right, let's finish what we started.
Coach: All right, let's get back on foot.
Coach: All right, let's get it on.
Coach: All right, let's go.
Coach: All right, let's hustle, people. Storms come up quick around here.
Coach: All right, let's put on our game faces, they're comin!
Coach: All right, let's roll.
Coach: All right, Midnight Riders!
Coach: All right, military's still here!
Coach: All right, now I understand why you would jump out of a plane.
Coach: All right, people, you best hop to it.
Coach: All right, people. Everybody got a can?
Coach: All right, quit whinin'. We just gotta hike to this Duke-atel diesel.
Coach: All right, SHIT...I'M GONNA FALL!
Coach: All right, so...Getting' evac'd ain't happening. Anybody got an idea,
now's the time.
Coach: All right, sweety.
Coach: All right, take the off ramp.
Coach: All right, thanks.
Coach: All right, that hit the spot.
Coach: All right, that'll keep me tight.
Coach: All right, then, let's follow it!
Coach: All right, this is gonna open the gate and what the hell else?
Coach: All right, this just makes me sad.
Coach: All right, way to go, way to go.
Coach: All right, you doin' good.
Coach: All right, you MENTIONED pancakes, but it wasn't really ABOUT them, was
it?
Coach: All right. Now I am ready.
Coach: All right. Shit. Nobody panic. We gonna head down and find another way
up onto the bridge.
Coach: All right. We all right, y'all. We made it.
Coach: All right. We're all here!
Coach: All right. You beat their ass good.
Coach: All that sugar... It's a damn shame.
Coach: All that sugar... it's a goddamn tragedy, is what it is.
Coach: All these pale-assed crazy ladies are gettin' on my last nerve.
Coach: All these signs are making me hungry.
Coach: Allrightallright. We gonna stroll across that bridge, and the army's
gonna take care of us.
Coach: Almost there!
Coach: Amen.
Coach: Ammo here!
Coach: Ammo up here!
Coach: An orange soda with no ice, and a...
Coach: And a large order of fries, and...
Coach: And what's your point?
Coach: And you?
Coach: Any crates around here?
Coach: Anyone check where we were before we went down?
Coach: Anyone home!
Coach: Anyone know what that is?
Coach: Anyone need some pills?
Coach: Anyone out there?
Coach: Anyone out there? I could use some help!
Coach: Anyone there!?
Coach: Anything in those houses?
Coach: Anytime, Ro.
Coach: Are you outta your mind shootin' at me?
Coach: Arm up. I don't have a good feeling about this.
Coach: Arm yourself.
Coach: Army abandoned this neighborhood.
Coach: Army equals lies. Huh.
Coach: AUGH!
Coach: Autoshottie is mine.
Coach: Avoid all contact with infected individuals.
Coach: Aw hell, I'm back here.
Coach: Aw hell. Looks like a bad storm's comin.
Coach: Aw shit. Witch! Witch! Witch!
Coach: Aw, heck, the rescue chopper's leavin'!
Coach: Awriiiight.
Coach: Baby, that is how that's DONE!
Coach: Back at 'em, Nick.
Coach: Back Back Back Back Back!
Coach: Back down the stairs!
Coach: Back here.
Coach: Back in the day, I had some posters that woulda looked GOOD in this
light.
Coach: Back it up!
Coach: Back the way we came.
Coach: Back there.
Coach: Back to the boat, people.
Coach: Back up!
Coach: Back up, back up!
Coach: Back up, Back up.
Coach: Back up.
Coach: BackBackBack!
Coach: Barricade your homes.
Coach: Barrier's down! Let's move, baby!
Coach: Because if they DON'T, we gonna be stuck here forever, Nick.
Coach: Because nobody - and I mean NOBODY - has a bigger light show than the
Midnight Riders.
Coach: Because nobody - and I mean NOBODY - has a bigger pyrotechnics show than
the Midnight Riders.
Coach: Behind us!
Coach: Behind us.
Coach: Best backup singers you ever want to hear.
Coach: Best light show in the business, though.
Coach: Better not be any goddamn instant mud people, just add water.
Coach: Big arm!
Coach: Bitch on my ass!
Coach: Bitch!
Coach: Bitches every ten feet in this goddamn place.
Coach: Blocked down here.
Coach: Boat's almost here!
Coach: Boat's coming!
Coach: Boomer bile here!
Coach: BOOMER!
Coach: Boomer's sneakin 'round.
Coach: Bottle of... ugh... puke here.
Coach: Boy, I'm going to miss your goofy ass.
Coach: Boy, nobody's gonna burn up. We can get around the fire.
Coach: Boy, quit pointing that thing my way.
Coach: Boy, you ain't got any sense in that head, do you?
Coach: Boy, you are WEARIN' me out.
Coach: Boy.
Coach: Boyyy!
Coach: Bridge can't be too far now.
Coach: Bridge is down!
Coach: Bridge is down, let's go!
Coach: Bridge is out.
Coach: Bridge to the mall's blocked! We gotta find another way.
Coach: Bullshit.
Coach: Bunch a First Aid Kits up in here.
Coach: Bunch a First Aid Kits up in here. Ha ha!
Coach: Burger Tank to the rescue!
Coach: Burger Tank! Oh, we made it!
Coach: Burning goo!
Coach: Burning shit coming!
Coach: But the roads blocked now.
Coach: Bye, Ellis.
Coach: Bye, Nick.
Coach: Can always count on you, Ro.
Coach: Can anyone hear me?
Coach: Can y'all hear me? I'm trapped in here!
Coach: Can't go no faster.
Coach: Can't lie, been better.
Coach: Can't lose my favorite girl.
Coach: Can't lose you now, can we?
Coach: Can't see a goddamn thing.
Coach: Can't see two feet. Shit.
Coach: Can't y'all see this thing is beatin' the shit out of me!?
Coach: Careful lookin' for supplies, show respect.
Coach: Careful now...
Coach: Careful now... Boomer.
Coach: Caution.
Coach: CEDA's gotta be around here somewhere. Let's find this evac and get out
of here.
Coach: Chainsaw here.
Coach: Charger got me!
Coach: Charger is pounding me into the ground!
Coach: CHARGER!
Coach: Charger! Shoot!
Coach: Check that room.
Coach: Check the rooms.
Coach: Check the rooms. Might be somethin' useful.
Coach: Check this shit out.
Coach: Chest paddles here.
Coach: CHEW ON THAT!
Coach: Chicken ain't nothing but a bird.
Coach: Clear!
Coach: Close that bitch.
Coach: Close that door.
Coach: Close the door and let's get the gas.
Coach: Close the door and we can bust the cans outta this locker.
Coach: Close the door behind us.
Coach: Close the door.
Coach: CLOWNS!?
Coach: CLOWNS!? Give me a break.
Coach: Clowns?
Coach: C'mon, let's head through the park!
Coach: C'mon, this way!
Coach: Coach didn't do too bad for himself back in the day, Nick.
Coach: Coach.
Coach: Coach'll work.
Coach: Cola and nuts? Could go for some myself. Better not be diet cola.
Because that I will not do.
Coach: Come on Midnight Riders!
Coach: Come on now! Get ya ass up.
Coach: Come on now, ain't got time for this, get up.
Coach: Come on now, if I was having a cookout, I ain't invitin' CEDA either.
Coach: Come on now, put it all out there.
Coach: Come on now, put it behind ya, you good, you good.
Coach: Come on now, seriously.
Coach: Come on now, walk that shit off.
Coach: Come on now, what you goin' on about? You're gonna make it. Let's get
you up.
Coach: Come on now.
Coach: Come on people, let's do this before the storm hits.
Coach: Come on young'un, if I can do it, you can do it.
Coach: Come on!
Coach: Come on, Ellis. Ya got it in ya.
Coach: Come on, get into the Tunnel of Love.
Coach: Come on, girl, we ain't gonna leave you behind.
Coach: Come on, it's all you.
Coach: Come on, let's find a place to hide while this blows over.
Coach: Come on, man, don't shit yourself over this. You gonna be okay. Let me
get ya up.
Coach: Come on, people, come on, get in here!
Coach: Come on, people, get you asses in here!
Coach: Come on, people, let me out of here!
Coach: Come on, people, let's get with it.
Coach: Come on, pull it together, man. You can make it through this shit.
Coach: Come on, this way.
Coach: Come on, we gotta go.
Coach: Come on, y'all, I need to get out of here.
Coach: Come on, y'all, this way.
Coach: COME ON. GET THE SIGN GOIN' AGAIN!
Coach: Come one now, keep it up, keep it up.
Coach: Come onnnn, come onnnnnn...
Coach: Come'on, y'all - none of that.
Coach: Coming through! Witch on my ass!
Coach: Contaminated area.
Coach: Contaminated.
Coach: Cool. Let's go get it.
Coach: Copter's working, let's go!
Coach: Cotton Candy. The king of foods.
Coach: Could use some help over here.
Coach: Cover me for a sec, I gotta heal.
Coach: Crazy legs!
Coach: Crazy sons of a bitches messed me up.
Coach: Crazy woman!
Coach: Cross here!
Coach: Crowbar.
Coach: Cue the finale!
Coach: Cut that shit out!
Coach: Damn it, I'm down.
Coach: Damn it, that hurt!
Coach: Damn it. They can't keep a candy machine filled up around here?
Coach: Damn right. Gonna take everything I can.
Coach: Damn Spitter got me.
Coach: Damn!
Coach: Damn! That one was close!
Coach: Damn, I am too old for this shit.
Coach: Damn, I'm all turned around now.
Coach: Damn, that was fun.
Coach: Damn, they beat ya ass good didn't they? I get ya up though.
Coach: Damn, they messed me up.
Coach: Damn, this shit hurts.
Coach: Damn, this shit looks dangerous.
Coach: Damn, this shit's messed up, you gonna hurt yourself hangin' there.
Coach: Damn. Baby, I should have tried to protect you more.
Coach: Damn. Ellis!
Coach: Damn. Good one.
Coach: Damn. I can't be all that's left.
Coach: Damn. I'm impressed.
Coach: Damn. It's really stormin' now.
Coach: Damn. Nick, this just got a whole lot harder.
Coach: Damn. Sweet Georgia Brown...
Coach: Damn. That ain't right.
Coach: Damn. They beat me good.
Coach: Damn. This here is all we got.
Coach: Damn. Where IS everybody?
Coach: Dang. Bitches must like sugar.
Coach: Dead!
Coach: Defib unit here.
Coach: Deploying fire bullets!
Coach: Deploying frag rounds!
Coach: Do I LOOK like a ten-foot-tall monster?
Coach: Do it!
Coach: Do not feed the gators.
Coach: Do that again and I'll come back on you.
Coach: Dollars to donuts, that chopper's headin' to the mall across town.
Coach: Don't be shooting me.
Coach: Don't jinx us, Nick.
Coach: Don't like bein' on the ground.
Coach: Don't mean to be pickin on ya, but y'all look like shit.
Coach: Don't mind if I do.
Coach: Don't shoot ME! Shoot the Tank!
Coach: Don't stand there, kill this thing!
Coach: Don't stop now, shoot it!
Coach: Don't stop running!
Coach: Don't take the Lord's name in vain.
Coach: Don't think we got much choice in the matter.
Coach: Don't worry, they're heading to the mall, we can catch them there.
Coach: Don't worry, we're stayin' put.
Coach: Don't you die on me...
Coach: Down and give me 20. Just foolin', let's get ya back up on your feet.
Coach: Down here!
Coach: Down here.
Coach: Down that alley!
Coach: Down that escalator!
Coach: Down that hole!
Coach: Down that ladder!
Coach: Down that offramp!
Coach: Down the tunnel.
Coach: Down this alley!
Coach: Down this elevator shaft!
Coach: Down this escalator!
Coach: Down this hole!
Coach: Down this ladder!
Coach: Down this offramp!
Coach: Down this street.
Coach: Easy, let me help ya up now, cause I ain't gonna go get your ass if you
fall.
Coach: EAT THAT SHIT!
Coach: Elephant ears... funnel cakes... corn dogs... Man, these signs are
bringin' back some memories.
Coach: ELEVATOR'S HERE!
Coach: Elevator's out!
Coach: Ellis
Coach: Ellis!
Coach: Ellis! I'll take that gun away from ya!
Coach: Ellis, damn it, you shot me!
Coach: Ellis, is that you? What the hell!?
Coach: Ellis, it's just a boat.
Coach: Ellis, nice shot.
Coach: Ellis, settle down, boy. Ya shot me.
Coach: Ellis, that was some good driving.
Coach: Ellis, time for you to heal, boy.
Coach: Ellis, you a crazy man.
Coach: Ellis, you are shooting me!
Coach: Ellis, you ready to rock?
Coach: Ellis.
Coach: Enh. Oh.
Coach: Enjoy those cola and nuts, man! Thanks for the guns!
Coach: Evac's that way!
Coach: Evac's this way!
Coach: Evac's up ahead!
Coach: Everybody calm down. I live around here, and that chopper looks like
it's headin' to the mall. It ain't far-I'll take you there.
Coach: Everybody go, go, go. Onto the monorail.
Coach: EVERYBODY IN THE ELEVATOR!
Coach: Everybody in the sewer.
Coach: Everybody into the elevator!
Coach: Everybody ready?
Coach: Everybody take it slow, now.
Coach: Everybody, gather 'round. Let's pray. Dear Lord. See us safely through
our time of trial in this mall. And please Lord... let the food court be okay.
Coach: Everybody? Keep ya shit tight.
Coach: Everyone geared up?
Coach: Everyone in the station!
Coach: Everyone just calls me Coach.
Coach: Everyone on the boat!
Coach: Everyone onto the boat!
Coach: Everyone ready for this shit?
Coach: Everyone to the chopper!
Coach: Everyone, grab some incendiary ammo!
Coach: Everything okay?
Coach: Excuse me, here ya go.
Coach: Excuse me, sweety.
Coach: Excuse me?
Coach: Excuse me? EXCUSE ME?!?!
Coach: Explosive rounds here!
Coach: Fat guy!
Coach: Fat thing!
Coach: Fillin' it up here!
Coach: Finale's on! Get ready to rock!
Coach: Finally a safe house!
Coach: Finally something that makes sense to me. A man and his snacks. We'll
hook ya up. Just don't forget to take care of us.
Coach: Fire bullets here!
Coach: FIRE IN THE HOLE!!
Coach: Fire over here, too.
Coach: Fire up the sign!
Coach: First Aid here!
Coach: First Aid Kit here!
Coach: First Aid Kits over here.
Coach: First the plague, now the flood. I feel like I should be buildin' an
ark.
Coach: First the plague, now the flood. I think somebody's trying to tell us
something.
Coach: First we do a quick check around for corn dogs.
Coach: First we do a quick check around for corn dogs. Nah, I'm just playin'.
Coach: First we look for supplies.
Coach: Flip the switch!!
Coach: Follow me.
Coach: Follow these lights!
Coach: For sure.
Coach: Forgive us, Jimmy, but we need your car.
Coach: Form orderly line.
Coach: Frag rounds here!
Coach: From the sounds of it, it's about to get a whole lot worse.
Coach: Gah, get this thing off my back!
Coach: Game on, baby!
Coach: Gas inside.
Coach: Gate's open!
Coach: Gate's open, let's go!
Coach: Gentlemen, we just lost the best thing in our little group.
Coach: Get in the elevator!
Coach: Get in the Tunnel of Love!
Coach: GET IN!
Coach: Get inside the gas station!
Coach: Get it off - ah - Get it off me!
Coach: GET IT OFF!
Coach: GET IT OFF.
Coach: Get on that chopper!
Coach: Get on the boat!
Coach: Get on the chopper!
Coach: Get out of the goo.
Coach: Get out of the way! Witch!
Coach: Get ready to rock, I'm gonna start the finale!
Coach: Get ready to run, I'm hittin' it.
Coach: Get ready to run.
Coach: Get ready, alarm is gonna sound.
Coach: Get ready, callin' the boat.
Coach: Get ready...
Coach: Get that bridge down.
Coach: GET THE LEAD OUT, PEOPLE!
Coach: Get this damn thing off!
Coach: Get to high ground!
Coach: GET TO THE BOAT!
Coach: GET TO THE CAR!
Coach: GET TO THE CAR, PEOPLE!
Coach: GET TO THE CHOPPER!
Coach: Get up! Come on now. Get. Up!
Coach: Get ya ass over here and help me!
Coach: Get you asses in here right now!
Coach: Get you asses in here!
Coach: Get your ass in the Tunnel of Love!
Coach: Get your ass movin', Nick.
Coach: Get your ass up! Get up!
Coach: GET YOUR ASSES IN THE ELEVATOR!
Coach: Get your asses on the boat!
Coach: Getting' back to the boat ain't gonna be as easy as gettin' here.
Coach: Gigantic thing!
Coach: Girl, I am NOT gonna let you die here.
Coach: Girl, time for you to heal up.
Coach: Girl, you gotta learn to shoot.
Coach: Girl, you in news - you make any sense of this?
Coach: Girl, you're electric.
Coach: Girl.
Coach: Girls got the right idea.
Coach: Give me a minute, gotta heal.
Coach: Go go go!
Coach: GO!
Coach: GO, ELLIS, GO!
Coach: Go, go, go!
Coach: God damn it!
Coach: God damn it, goo!
Coach: God damn it, I knew I shoulda lost some weight.
Coach: God damn it, quit fussin' and let me heal ya.
Coach: Goddamn grenade launcher.
Coach: Goddamn I miss Burger Tank.
Coach: Goddamn it, wha't with all these witches.
Coach: Goddamn right!
Coach: Goddamn this is slow going.
Coach: Goddamn!
Coach: GODDAMNIT STOP SHOOTIN ME!
Coach: Goin' as fast as I can.
Coach: Gonna go all akimbo and shit.
Coach: Gonna lay there all day?
Coach: Gonna scope some Smoker ass with this.
Coach: Gonna take the assault rifle.
Coach: Goo coming!
Coach: Good enough.
Coach: Good one!
Coach: Good question, where in the hell is CEDA? Cause I'd like to shoot some
of their asses.
Coach: Got a chainsaw.
Coach: Got a Charger 'round.
Coach: Got a defib unit.
Coach: Got a machete.
Coach: Got a paddle bat.
Coach: Got a pipe bomb here.
Coach: Got it!
Coach: Got some chest paddles.
Coach: Gotta agree with that.
Coach: Gotta agree. Let's follow them to the mall.
Coach: Gotta find some stairs.
Coach: Gotta keep movin'. Open the gate.
Coach: Gotta reload!
Coach: Grab the cola!
Coach: Grab whatever you can find to hit something with.
Coach: Grabbin' a bile jar!
Coach: Grabbin a pipe bomb.
Coach: Grabbin' a pipe bomb.
Coach: Grabbin' a shot!
Coach: Grabbin' cola!
Coach: Grabbin' fire bullets!
Coach: Grabbin' puke!
Coach: Grabbin' some frag rounds!
Coach: Grabbing a crowbar.
Coach: Grabbing a guitar.
Coach: Grabbing a machinegun.
Coach: Grabbing a Molotov.
Coach: Grabbing a nightstick.
Coach: Grabbing a shotgun.
Coach: Grabbing a sword.
Coach: Grabbing me a Molotov.
Coach: Grenade launcher up here.
Coach: Grenade launcher.
Coach: GRENADE!
Coach: GRENADE! Comin' at ya!
Coach: GRRRR YEAH!
Coach: Guess I'll take this here machine gun.
Coach: Guitar here.
Coach: Gun store's just down these stairs!
Coach: Guns!
Coach: GYEAHHHHHH!
Coach: Ha HA! All the way to New Orleans! Baby, that sounds like a PLAN.
Coach: Ha haaa, YES! WE GOT THAT DONE!
Coach: Ha, you know what? My bad.
Coach: Ha-HA! There's the mall!
Coach: Haha, paydirt!
Coach: Hang in there, I'm coming!
Coach: Hang on, hang on, I'm comin'!
Coach: Hang on, I'm comin'.
Coach: Haul ass and get gas!
Coach: Haul ASS!
Coach: Haul some ass, y'all.
Coach: Have it.
Coach: He came back, everyone to the boat!
Coach: Head down this way.
Coach: Head for the garage!
Coach: Head for the grain elevator!
Coach: HEAD TOWARD THE SIGN!
Coach: Heads up!
Coach: Heads up! Goo!
Coach: Heal if ya got em.
Coach: Healing! Hold on a sec.
Coach: Heh, all right. Look at you, young'un, givin' Nick some shit right back.
Coach: Hell no.
Coach: Hell yeah it hurts.
Coach: Hell yeah!
Coach: Hell yes! I got ALL their albums. Even their new stuff that ain't no
good.
Coach: Hell, it got us this far. We'll find another way to N'awlins.
Coach: Hell, no, I ain't never done this before.
Coach: Hell. Sometimes it's best not to find out what you don't know.
Coach: Hello!
Coach: Hellooo! Anyone out there?
Coach: HELP ME UP ALREADY!
Coach: Help me up and I can walk this off.
Coach: Help!
Coach: Here comes the alarm.
Coach: Here they come!
Coach: Here we come, New Orleans!
Coach: Here ya go.
Coach: Here.
Coach: He's back! Let's go!
Coach: He's good people
Coach: Hey boy. Pow! Some bitches gonna get sniped.
Coach: Hey Ellis, that health kit ain't gonna use itself.
Coach: Hey girl, why don't you heal up?
Coach: Hey man, hold up - healin'.
Coach: Hey Nick, that was my ass you shot.
Coach: Hey now, no need for cussin'.
Coach: Hey Suit.
Coach: Hey y'all I need some help in here!
Coach: Hey! Anyone out there?
Coach: Hey! Don't be doin' that.
Coach: Hey! Get in here!
Coach: Hey! Hey!
Coach: Hey! Hey! Hold up.
Coach: HEY! I CAN'T HOLD ON ANYMORE!
Coach: Hey! I'm still hanging here!
Coach: Hey! In case ya'll didn't see it, I got a Tank on me!
Coach: Hey! Shoot the Tank!
Coach: Hey! The Midnight Riders!
Coach: Hey! There's four of us on the bridge!
Coach: Hey! There's still people on the roof! Get BACK HERE!
Coach: Hey! We're on the bridge!
Coach: Hey! Where am I gettin' dragged to?!
Coach: Hey, ammo here!
Coach: Hey, girl.
Coach: Hey, hey, man...can't go down the slide without your sack.
Coach: Hey, I'm here!
Coach: Hey, I'm too big of a man for this little closet!
Coach: Hey, kill that light.
Coach: Hey, Nick, you smell THAT? That's the smell of Coach gettin' mad.
Coach: Hey, sorry.
Coach: Hey, Suit.
Coach: Hey, the Midnight Riders! I used to LOVE that band. Best pyrotechnics in
the business.
Coach: Hey, this elevator's still on!
Coach: Hey, we ready to get it on?
Coach: Hey, Whisperin' Oaks! Shit, I used to go there when I was a kid!
Coach: Hey, y'all, I fell off the damn ledge.
Coach: Hey, y'all, I need some help.
Coach: Hey, y'all, stop!
Coach: Hey, ya'll, we got some First Aid Kits here.
Coach: Hey, y'all, we're a team! Come get me!
Coach: Hey, you can have this.
Coach: Hey. Listen to me, you are gonna make it.
Coach: Hey. No smoochin', y'all.
Coach: Hey. Now this here is some bullshit.
Coach: HEYYY! COME BACK! COME-ahh, he ain't comin' back.
Coach: Heyyy! Jimmy Gibbs!
Coach: Hide.
Coach: Hide?
Coach: Hide? Pussies.
Coach: Highly contagious area.
Coach: Highway's blocked! Let's check out the motel!
Coach: Hit it!
Coach: Hit it! Hit it!
Coach: Hit it, let's cross this bitch.
Coach: Hit it.
Coach: Hit that button before this turns into a bad idea.
Coach: Hit the button again.
Coach: Hit the button before this turns into a bad idea.
Coach: Hit the button.
Coach: Hit the flash bangs!
Coach: Hit the flash pots!
Coach: Hit the lights!
Coach: Hit the spotlights!
Coach: Hm. Lights on, but nobody's home.
Coach: Hm. Shit. First time I ever couldn't wait to get out of the Tunnel of
Love.
Coach: Hm. That's actually not a bad story.
Coach: Hmm. About time a store gives a man a haircut while he buys himself some
pants.
Coach: Hmm. This mall look busy to you?
Coach: Hold on! Hold on!
Coach: Hold on, I got something for you.
Coach: Hold on, y'all, I gotta heal.
Coach: Hold on, y'all, I'm healing.
Coach: Hold up now, I got something for you.
Coach: Hold up now, I'll fix ya.
Coach: Hold up, gotta try and heal myself.
Coach: Hold up, healin'.
Coach: Hold up, hold up, y'all.
Coach: Hold up, I got something for you.
Coach: Hold up, I'll fix ya.
Coach: Hold up, I'm gonna heal your ass.
Coach: Hold up.
Coach: Holler back at me when you're ready to get me.
Coach: Holler back at me, folks!
Coach: HOLY SHIT, WHAT IS THAT?!?!
Coach: Hook me up.
Coach: How do we start the finale?
Coach: How does bein' so right feel, Nick?
Coach: How many Tunnel of Love memories YOU got, Nick?
Coach: HOW THAT FEEL?
Coach: How the hell we gonna get in there?
Coach: How they HELL did they capture this thing already?
Coach: How you feel?
Coach: How you like that?
Coach: Hunter on Ellis!
Coach: Hunter on Rochelle!
Coach: HUNTER!
Coach: Hunter's got Ellis!
Coach: Hunter's got Nick!
Coach: Hunter's got Ro!
Coach: Hunter's on Nick!
Coach: Hurry it up.
Coach: Hurry up!
Coach: Hurry up, hurrrry upppp...
Coach: Hurry up, people. We don't wanna get stuck out here in a storm.
Coach: Hurry!
Coach: I ain't a prejudiced man, but-livin' in a swamp? That's sorta crazy.
Coach: I ain't clownin' when I say this, but you better not go down again,
cause that be it for ya.
Coach: I ain't dead yet.
Coach: I ain't never done this before.
Coach: I ain't normally a rock music man, but damn I love the Riders!
Coach: I ain't ready to lay down yet.
Coach: I am gonna paddle the SHIT outta somethin'.
Coach: I am gonna set some zombies straight with this.
Coach: I am gonna smack some shit with this.
Coach: I am not dying in a goddamn sugar mill.
Coach: I can not believe I just said that.
Coach: I can see their point.
Coach: I can still hear it in my head, but I think the alarm is off.
Coach: I can walk it off.
Coach: I can walk this off.
Coach: I can walk this shit off.
Coach: I can't see shit in this rain.
Coach: I can't see shit.
Coach: I comin', I comin'.
Coach: I could go for a BBQ bacon burger.
Coach: I could roll up a whole pizza right now, eat it sub-style.
Coach: I did it!
Coach: I DO NOT like that little peanut.
Coach: I don't know how to shoot one, guess we're even.
Coach: I don't know shit. We gonna keep movin'.
Coach: I don't like that peanut.
Coach: I don't like the sound of that one bit.
Coach: I don't like the sounds comin' from downstairs.
Coach: I don't remember the Tunnel of Love bein' this LONG. I musta had
something else on my mind.
Coach: I don't think anyone likes the swamp.
Coach: I don't think so.
Coach: I don't think they'd mind if we look for supplies.
Coach: I don't think you're supposed to use an elevator when the buildin's on
fire.
Coach: I don't think zombies turned those lights on.
Coach: I don't want to stay here, let's follow 'em.
Coach: I don't want to think that, but I gotta agree.
Coach: I find a Burger Tank in this place? I'm-a be a one-man cheeseburger
apocalypse.
Coach: I forgot how much I like this song!
Coach: I got a Tank on me!
Coach: I got it.
Coach: I got one.
Coach: I got the assault rifle.
Coach: I got the cola!
Coach: I got the cola, let's get back!
Coach: I got the first aid.
Coach: I got the pills!
Coach: I got this one!
Coach: I got ya, I got ya.
Coach: I got yer back.
Coach: I gotta be straight with ya. You gonna die if you go down again, you
understand?
Coach: I guess all the people must be inside.
Coach: I have NEVER been so happy to see a Burger Tank! And believe me, I have
been HAPPY to see some Burger Tanks!
Coach: I have NEVER been so happy to see a gun.
Coach: I have never killed zombies on a snack run, but today is a day of
firsts. If you don't mind us using your guns to do it, we're good to go.
Coach: I have NEVER liked that peanut.
Coach: I hear a Boomer.
Coach: I hear a Charger, don't get charged and shit.
Coach: I hear a Charger.
Coach: I hear a Hunter.
Coach: I hear a Jockey.
Coach: I hear a Smoker.
Coach: I hear a Spitter.
Coach: I hear one of those Jockeys. If I see it, I'm gonna shoot the shit out
of it.
Coach: I hear somethin' go on in there!
Coach: I hear that fat woman.
Coach: I hear ya! I'm movin'.
Coach: I hear ya, I'm comin'!
Coach: I hear ya, man. See ya soon.
Coach: I hear ya, my man. I understand your need for snacks. But I just gotta
be clear that if we get 'em, you ARE gonna help us.
Coach: I hear ya, we'll be here.
Coach: I hear ya.
Coach: I heard of Jimmy Gibbs! That man's a stock car LEGEND.
Coach: I heard that. Let's move.
Coach: I hit it!
Coach: I hope SOMEBODY got out all right...
Coach: I hope the food court's okay.
Coach: I hope this makes you feel better. Ain't sure what I'm doin'.
Coach: I hope those hash marks mean zombies.
Coach: I knew Burger Tank wouldn't let us down.
Coach: I know how we can signal that chopper.
Coach: I know one thing, I'm grabbing pills.
Coach: I know we can do better than THAT.
Coach: I know you got it in ya, girl, keep at it.
Coach: I love the Riders. Nobody has a bigger finale than them. All we need to
do is start it up, and the chopper pilot's sure as hell gonna see us.
Coach: I love this music! I love ALL these notes!
Coach: I love this song! I love ALL these notes!
Coach: I love you, Midnight Riders!
Coach: I need some help in here!
Coach: I need some help!
Coach: I need to get right.
Coach: I normally stay the hell away from swamps on principle. You remember
that movie with that golfer that got his hand ate by a gator? That shit's real.
Coach: I owe you one, Ellis.
Coach: I remember that porch light.
Coach: I remember that. We're headed the right way!
Coach: I remember this place from the way in.
Coach: I see that Bitch!
Coach: I see ya looking at my shoes.
Coach: I seen that movie. It don't end well.
Coach: I shoulda learned to drive a tank or some shit.
Coach: I sure wish the Burger Tank was open.
Coach: I swear to God you can't shoot worth shit.
Coach: I tell ya, it's gonna be raining zombie pieces.
Coach: I think it was Ellis.
Coach: I think it was Nick.
Coach: I think it's raining even harder now.
Coach: I think she said it was Rochelle. Poor girl.
Coach: I think they're called Jockeys.
Coach: I think we're at the end of the swamp.
Coach: I thought YOUR name was Ellis.
Coach: I told ya these storms come up quick.
Coach: I walked through a WORLD OF SHIT to get here! I am not gonna die now! I
am NOT gonna DIE NOW!
Coach: I was a lil' peanut riding these. This here was my favorite.
Coach: I was bettin' on the other guys.
Coach: I wonder if they got dinner cookin'?
Coach: I won't lie. It don't look good.
Coach: If everyone's good with it, we should stick together.
Coach: If I see a zombie running at me with a sample tray, I ain't shootin' it.
Coach: If they had guns, they knew this was gonna get bad.
Coach: If this had anything to do with me, I do apologize. Let's get you back
up.
Coach: If this rain really comes, we gonna get washed away.
Coach: If we can get on the monorail, we can jump the fence.
Coach: If we fire up the Burger Tank sign, Virgil might see it.
Coach: If we see a Jimmy Gibbs zombie, somebody else is gonna have to kill him.
Coach: If we're picking directions, I say head towards the spinning lights.
Coach: If you got a health kit you should use it.
Coach: I'll be damned! Even I didn't think that was gonna happen!
Coach: I'll be damned! Even I didn't think that was gonna work!
Coach: I'll follow ya.
Coach: I'll live...most likely.
Coach: I'm all wrapped up!
Coach: I'm cool.
Coach: I'm fine, but let's not waste time chit-chattin'.
Coach: I'm followin' ya.
Coach: I'm goin' as fast as I can.
Coach: I'm gonna beat that Tank's ass.
Coach: I'm gonna get right.
Coach: I'm gonna try callin' someone.
Coach: I'm good, I'm good.
Coach: I'm good.
Coach: I'm grabbin' some first aid.
Coach: I'm grabbing pills.
Coach: I'm here!
Coach: I'm hurt too bad to go any faster.
Coach: I'm hurtin down here.
Coach: I'm just gonna admit it, I need some help.
Coach: I'm just screwin with ya.
Coach: I'm listenin'!
Coach: I'm listening. But this better be about pancakes.
Coach: I'm not a violent man. But I ain't stupid neither. Let's grab some
weapons.
Coach: I'm okay.
Coach: I'm opening it!
Coach: I'm opening the gate!
Coach: I'm opening this door!
Coach: I'm right behind ya.
Coach: I'm trapped in here.
Coach: I'm trying to tell you, shooting each other is not helping each other.
Coach: I'm with ya.
Coach: In here!
Coach: In the maintenance room.
Coach: Incoming!
Coach: Infected detected in this area.
Coach: Into the drainage ditch.
Coach: Into the dumpster.
Coach: Into the stadium!
Coach: Into the trailer.
Coach: Is that one of those little things?
Coach: It ain't nothin,.
Coach: It did not end well for these people.
Coach: It hurts, but ain't nothin'.
Coach: It is coming down.
Coach: It means they haven't abandoned New Orleans. C'mon, let's move!
Coach: It sure is.
Coach: It's all flooded.
Coach: It's all good.
Coach: It's been a long time since I seen the Riders, but if their finale's the
same, that'll signal the chopper pilot. We just need to start it.
Coach: It's down.
Coach: It's not funny. You coulda really hurt yours... Naw, it's funny.
Coach: It's off.
Coach: It's on.
Coach: It's one of them little guys.
Coach: It's startin' to rain.
Coach: It's that big one that pukes on ya!
Coach: It's that mean one that pounces on ya.
Coach: It's that one that runs at you.
Coach: It's that spittin' zombie.
Coach: It's them or us.
Coach: It's working!
Coach: I've been worse.
Coach: I've got ya.
Coach: Jesus Christ, that's a Ferris wheel lit up.
Coach: Jockey on me!
Coach: JOCKEY ON MY BACK!
Coach: JOCKEY!
Coach: Jump down here!
Coach: Jump down there!
Coach: Jump over that fence.
Coach: Jumpin' Jehosaphat! What ARE these things?
Coach: Just get me up.
Coach: Just keep following the tracks and we'll get through this!
Coach: Just keep going.
Coach: Just me.
Coach: Just run!
Coach: Just three more!
Coach: Just two more!
Coach: Keep an eye out for the evac center. Also the food court. I am STARVING.
Coach: Keep goin' at em like that and you gonna be the last man on earth.
Coach: Keep going down the street.
Coach: Keep going!
Coach: Keep it up, come on, keep it up, keep it up. You're gonna make it.
Coach: KEEP MOVIN'!
Coach: KEEP MOVING!
Coach: KEEP MOVING! HEAD FOR THE SIGN!
Coach: Keep pouring it on!
Coach: KEEP RUNNING!
Coach: Keep tight.
Coach: Keep to high ground!
Coach: Keep ya shit tight.
Coach: Keep your eyes open for landmarks. We gonna have to come back through
here.
Coach: Kill that alarm.
Coach: Kill that light.
Coach: Kill the Tank so he can land!
Coach: Kill the thing on my back!
Coach: Know that's right.
Coach: Laser sights here.
Coach: Last one to turn off the alarm is a rotten egg!
Coach: Lead on' man.
Coach: Lemme heal ya!
Coach: Let it loose!
Coach: Let loose!
Coach: Let me heal ya now.
Coach: Let me heal your shit.
Coach: Let's burn some shit UP!
Coach: Let's close that door.
Coach: Let's cut through the garage sale.
Coach: Let's do it.
Coach: Let's find the big house.
Coach: Let's get back on foot.
Coach: Let's get inside the stadium, I have an idea!
Coach: Let's get into the stadium.
Coach: Let's get it going.
Coach: Let's get it on.
Coach: Let's get this car gassed up!
Coach: Let's get to the stairs.
Coach: Let's get ya ass up, a little nick ain't no reason to give up.
Coach: Let's get ya up and take a look at ya. Yeah, yeah, you good.
Coach: Let's get you ass up.
Coach: Let's go find that helicopter.
Coach: Let's go find that mall.
Coach: Let's go people.
Coach: Let's go through here!
Coach: Let's go through here.
Coach: Let's go through there!
Coach: Let's go! Find a gas can!
Coach: Let's go, almost back to the boat.
Coach: Let's go, Ellis.
Coach: Let's go, let's go, all right?
Coach: Let's go, Nick.
Coach: Let's head back to the boat.
Coach: Let's head to the amusement park, ain't like we have anywhere else to
go.
Coach: Let's head to the sugar mill.
Coach: Let's head to this Ducatel diesel.
Coach: Let's just get this done and head back.
Coach: Let's keep moving!
Coach: Let's keep moving.
Coach: Let's not all start shootin' each other now.
Coach: Let's not be shootin' each other, people.
Coach: Let's put it behind us. We good, we good.
Coach: Let's stay together... for a little longer at least. Okay, Nick?
Coach: Let's try the door.
Coach: Let's try the ledge!
Coach: Let's try the radio.
Coach: Let's try the roof.
Coach: Let's try the second floor.
Coach: Lightning!
Coach: Lights are on!
Coach: Lights out.
Coach: Lip syncing old ass bitches, they got a tape back here.
Coach: Listen, y'all, we need to pull together as a team.
Coach: Little creep!
Coach: Little guy!
Coach: Little man, we are goin' to miss you.
Coach: Little sister, you gotta learn to shoot.
Coach: Look alive! We're getting close to the mall!
Coach: Look at that map. We need to get ourselves to New Orleans.
Coach: Look at this, they knew damn well this was gonna get bad.
Coach: Look at this.
Coach: Look at those lights to the left! They're having a party!
Coach: Look at you, young'un, givin' Nick some shit.
Coach: Look here, the gas station's right across the street. We coulda already
been there and back by now. Come on.
Coach: Look here, this here first aid is mine.
Coach: Look out!
Coach: LOOK UP THERE! VIRGIL SEES US!
Coach: Look!
Coach: Look, I'm a generously proportioned man! Gettin' off a rockin' boat
takes CONCENTRATION!
Coach: Look, it's already starting to flood.
Coach: Look, let's just find the corndog stand and hold out there.
Coach: Look, maybe we oughta just stop this boat right here and live the rest
of years between the shores.
Coach: Look, searchlights! I bet that's Whisperin' Oaks.
Coach: Look, searchlights! Might be survivors there, we should check it out.
Coach: Look, somebody wanna pull me up?
Coach: Look, that freeway's headin' right to our bridge.
Coach: Look, try shootin' some damn zombies instead of me.
Coach: Look, we're outside the safe zone.
Coach: Look, what difference does it make?
Coach: Looked like it was headin' to the mall across town.
Coach: Looks like it's headin' to the mall. Maybe they're still evacuatin'
people there.
Coach: Looks like people were heading towards Whispering Oaks.
Coach: Looks like they're headin' to the mall. Maybe they're still evacuatin'
people there.
Coach: Looks like we weren't the only people crashing today.
Coach: Looks like we're gonna have to save ourselves. Anybody got an idea,
speak up, we're listenin'.
Coach: Lotta damn Witches up in this place.
Coach: Louder!
Coach: Lower the bridge.
Coach: Machete here.
Coach: Mall's over this bridge!
Coach: Mall's that way! Just keep followin' the signs!
Coach: Mall's THAT way! Let's move!
Coach: Man said there was nothing to worry about. Well, bullshit.
Coach: Man said, any fight you walk away from is a win.
Coach: Man, are you wrong in the head shootin like that?
Coach: Man, been better, been better.
Coach: Man, how the hell you think I'm doin'?
Coach: Man, I ain't ever gonna be dry.
Coach: Man, I ain't ever killed nothin before.
Coach: Man, I ain't ever killed nothin' before.
Coach: Man, I hope not.
Coach: Man, I hope not.
Coach: Man, I loved this place as a kid.
Coach: Man, I sure wish the Burger Tank was open.
Coach: Man, I swear to God you can't shoot worth shit.
Coach: Man, it don't feel right breakin' property like this.
Coach: Man, it's gonna be raining zombie parts.
Coach: Man, LOOK at this map. We're all that's left.
Coach: Man, Nick, you picked a bad day to wear your white suit.
Coach: Man, no idea how this thing works.
Coach: Man, shit's gettin' old, help!
Coach: Man, that crying don't sound right.
Coach: Man, they're lighting up this whole place. We gotta get to the bridge.
Coach: Man, this is about to get all Baghdad and shit..
Coach: Man, this right here hurts somethin' fierce.
Coach: Man, this shit hurts.
Coach: Man, those zombies beat my ass.
Coach: Man, you are too close. We are NOT gonna die here.
Coach: Man, you shot me?
Coach: Man. That got BAD.
Coach: Man. When you're forced to turn to people livin' in a swamp to help you
get out of a city? I don't think CEDA's doing their job right.
Coach: Maybe the rain brings 'em out.
Coach: Maybe they left 'em when they got rescued.
Coach: Maybe we oughta just stop this boat right here and live the rest of
years between the shores.
Coach: Maybe we should keep that door shut.
Coach: ME? I told Nick to grab the guns!
Coach: Midnight Riders are supposed to play here?
Coach: Midnight Rider's finale? That'll alert the goddamn chopper.
Coach: Midnight Riders to the rescue!
Coach: Might as well head there as well.
Coach: Military's still active here!
Coach: Miss.
Coach: Mister... I don't like your attitude.
Coach: Mister... I don't think I like your attitude.
Coach: Mm. Sweet Hosanna...
Coach: Mm. That's right.
Coach: Mm-hmm.
Coach: Mmm. All right.
Coach: Mmmhmm. Peach cobbler.
Coach: Mmnnhh!
Coach: Molotov out!
Coach: Molotov!
Coach: Molotovs here!
Coach: Molotov's over here.
Coach: Molotovs!
Coach: More lights!
Coach: More Witches!
Coach: MORE! MORE! WE NEED MORE!
Coach: MOTHERF-
Coach: MOTHERF- GODDAMN.
Coach: Move careful, watch your fire, and we'll be just fine.
Coach: MOVE IT!
Coach: Move your ass.
Coach: MOVE YOUR ASSES!
Coach: Move your damn ass!
Coach: MOVE!
Coach: Mudmen!
Coach: My bad.
Coach: My friends call me Coach. I guess y'all can do the same.
Coach: My name's Coach. And I KNOW how to shoot a gun.
Coach: My name's Coach. I don't like bein' here any more than you do-but if we
gotta fight, we might as well fight together.
Coach: Nah, hell no.
Coach: Nah, that don't sound good at all.
Coach: Nah, you got it, Ellis.
Coach: Nah. We good.
Coach: Nah...
Coach: Nahh, girl.
Coach: Nahh, girl. Mn. Mnnn.
Coach: Naw, I'm good. You?
Coach: Neck!
Coach: Need some help, can't get myself out of here.
Coach: Never had no call to ask for help before, but I do now. Help!
Coach: Next gas two miles. Hope Virgil likes waitin', 'cause it looks we're
goin' for a walk.
Coach: Next gas two miles. Looks like Virgil's gonna be waitin' a bit longer
than he thought.
Coach: Next time someone wants to shoot our pilot, can I get a little warning?
Coach: Nhhhhhh.
Coach: Nice kill, Nick.
Coach: Nice shot, young'un.
Coach: Nice shot.
Coach: Nice work.
Coach: Nice, keep goin at em like that.
Coach: Nice.
Coach: Nick!
Coach: Nick! Good news - we're going down into this sewer.
Coach: Nick! You shot me!
Coach: Nick, ain't gonna leave ya man.
Coach: Nick, at least you dressed for a funeral.
Coach: Nick, don't be stupid, heal up.
Coach: Nick, don't give me that look. Cola and nuts might be this man's last
meal. We can't deny him that. We get him his snacks, he helps us. I'm good with
it.
Coach: Nick, don't pay no attention to that boy.
Coach: Nick, get your OCD-smelling ass in the chopper!
Coach: Nick, I was on the football team. Coach did just fine.
Coach: Nick, it's all right, we all gotta heal sometime.
Coach: Nick, we're goin into a swamp filled with zombies. Y'all want me to lie
to ya?
Coach: Nick, we're gonna miss your gun.
Coach: Nick, you didn't shoot this pilot too did you?
Coach: Nick, you gonna be missed.
Coach: Nick, you should use that kit on your self.
Coach: Nick.
Coach: Nicky.
Coach: Nicolas!
Coach: NI-colas!
Coach: Nicolas, I think it is time for you to heal.
Coach: Nicolas, I thought you knew how to use a gun.
Coach: Nicolas.
Coach: Nightstick here.
Coach: Niiick.
Coach: Ninja sword here.
Coach: No CEDA, No Military. Stay out.
Coach: No entry beyond this point.
Coach: No lights.
Coach: No one wander off.
Coach: No pain, no gain. I must be about to gain some serious shit.
Coach: No problem, Ellis.
Coach: No shit.
Coach: No thank you.
Coach: No time to be gentle. Let's get you up on your feet.
Coach: No unauthorized entry.
Coach: NO!
Coach: No, I'm good.
Coach: No, they're just saving their voices for the studio, Nick. That's SMART.
Coach: No, this ain't gonna be cool. You ain't right in the head boy.
Coach: No.
Coach: No...
Coach: NOOOOOOO!
Coach: Nope.
Coach: Normally I wouldn't agree to do this. But in these circumstances, I
think Mr. Gibbs, Jr. ain't gonna mind.
Coach: Normally I wouldn't do this. But in these circumstances, I think Mr.
Gibbs, Jr. ain't gonna mind.
Coach: Not me, Ellis! Shoot the Tank!
Coach: Now come on now, let's put some effort into this.
Coach: Now I ain't effin' around!
Coach: Now we're talking.
Coach: Now you're back in business.
Coach: Now, try to remember where the ammo dumps're at. We might need some on
the way back.
Coach: Now's a good time to heal if you can.
Coach: Oh hell no.
Coach: Oh hell yeah!
Coach: Oh hell, this about to get bad.
Coach: Oh Lord no, that thing's on me!
Coach: Oh man, look at that thing in there.
Coach: Oh Ro, oh Ro, man...
Coach: OH SHIT GET THIS THING OFF ME!
Coach: Oh shit!
Coach: Oh shit! Gate open!
Coach: Oh SHIT! TANK!
Coach: Oh shit, back it up!
Coach: Oh shit, come on, get up.
Coach: Oh shit, get this thing off me!
Coach: Oh shit, look at ya. Let me help you up.
Coach: Oh shit, sorry.
Coach: Oh shit, that bitch's pissed.
Coach: Oh shit, watch out!
Coach: Oh yeah.
Coach: Oh yeah. Our goal is right next to the bridge, ON THE OTHER MOTHER F'IN
SIDE OF THE RIVER!
Coach: Oh yeah...Tunnel of Love.
Coach: Oh you know we'll be here. We ain't got any other pressin' engagements.
Coach: Oh, baby, I could destroy some kettle corn right now.
Coach: Oh, come on, baby, come on...
Coach: Oh, crumbs! Elevator's out.
Coach: Oh, hell yeah, I'm takin' an autoshotgun.
Coach: Oh, shit yeah.
Coach: Oh. Ahh sorry, Ro.
Coach: Oh... sweet Hosanna...
Coach: Ohh heyyy! Jimmy Gibbs!
Coach: Ohh hoo hoo, all right!
Coach: Ohh shit, that bitch's gettin' angry!
Coach: Ohhh shit.
Coach: Ohhh yeahhh.
Coach: Ohhh yeahhh. Yeah.
Coach: Ohhh, that ain't fair.
Coach: Okay, alarm's off!
Coach: Okay, here's the plan.
Coach: Okay, nobody panic. I live around here-and that chopper looks like it's
headin' to the mall. It ain't far, I can take you there.
Coach: Okay.
Coach: On my way! Right now!
Coach: Once it's down, let's go!