L.J.: [a Zombie walks in front of his car] GTA, Motherfucker!
[he runs over the Zombie, which flips over his car]
L.J.: Yeah! Ten points!
[first lines]
Alice: My name is Alice. I worked for the Umbrella Corporation, the largest and most powerful commercial entity in the world. I was head of security at a secret high-tech facility, The Hive, a giant underground laboratory developing experimental viral weaponry. But there was an incident. The virus escaped and everybody died. Trouble was... they didn't stay
dead.
[L.J. walks into a building and is surrounded by 12 S.T.A.R.S. members]
L.J.: Shit! Maybe I was safer outside. Get them guns out of my damn face.
[a S.T.A.R.S. officer hands him a shotgun]
L.J.: Motherfucker, please. Look.
[opens up his jacket revealing two gold guns]
L.J.: My shit is custom.
Carlos Olivera: We're assets, Nicholai. Expendable assets... and we've just been expended.
L.J.: [hands raised] Respect!
[drops guns]
Nemesis: Aaaurghhhh...
[analyzes L.J. and walks away]
Peyton Wells: We find the building with the thickest walls and strongest doors and we barricade ourselfs in, sit tight, wait for help.
Alice: There won't be any help. According to Ashford, Umbrella know they can't contain the infection. So at sunrise this morning, Raccoon City will be completely sanitized.
Terri Morales: What do you
mean by "sanitized"?
Alice: A precision tactical nuclear device.
Jill Valentine: What yield?
Alice: Five kilotons.
Jill Valentine: [scoffs] Fuck me.
[after Alice realizes Peyton coughs and has a zombie bite injury, she aims her gun at him]
Jill Valentine: [points her gun at Alice] Hold it. What do you think you're doing?
Alice: He's wounded. The infection's spreading.
Peyton Wells: I'm fine.
Alice: You should take care of him now. It'll be more
difficult later. You know that.
Jill Valentine: No. If it comes to that, I'll take care of it myself.
Alice: As you wish.
[to Peyton]
Alice: It's nothing personal. But in an hour, maybe two, you'll be dead. And moments later, you'll become one of them. You'll endanger your friends, try to kill them, probably succeed.
I'm sorry. That's just the way it is.
Sniper: [after taking out a zombie] Yaaahoooo! Plenty to go 'round.
L.J.: [L.J. comes into the picture looking to steal a vehicle. The sniper and L.J. then spot each other and the sniper appears to shoot at him] DON'T SHOOT!
[Instead the sniper takes out another zombie creeping up behind him]
L.J.: Thank You!... Owe you one
man!
Sniper: [Bragging] I got the power!