Leslie: [shouting madly while her skin blisters away from her face] Open up that door, you bitch! Let me in, LET ME IN!
[Michelle tearfully turns and walks away]
Leslie: No no no no, NO! NO!
Michelle: [apprehensively to Howard] Yes, I will behave... and I'm SO sorry.
Emmett: [Referring to a Polaroid snapshot that Howard has kept] ... Oh my god... she was a girl from town, she went missing... her body was found in a pond down the street from here...!
[He and Michelle freeze in realization]
Howard: You gonna walk out on ME? After I've saved you and kept you safe, this is how you repay me?
[Michelle screams and tips over the corrosive acid onto Howard. He moans in agony as his face melts off right down to the bone on one side, and Michelle runs]
Howard: He knocked over a shelf with a whole week's worth of food!... But he's sorry, aren't you?
Emmett: [nonchalant] ... Totally.
Howard: [Realizing that Michelle has noticed Emmet's injuries] That's what happens when you don't behave. Now I'm gonna tell you the same thing that I told him - you need to eat, you need to sleep and
you need to start showing me a little more appreciation around here!
[last lines]
Voice on Radio: The military has taken back the southern seaboard. If you are hearing this, and aren't in a safe zone, head north of Baton Rouge. But if have any medical training or combat experience, we need help. There are people in Houston. There are survivors at Mercy Hospital. Please help. Repeat. There are people in Houston who need our help. Come join
us. We've taken back the southern seaboard. And we're winning. But if you have any training or combat experience, there are survivors...