28 Weeks Later

Karen: He'll be hungry, when he gets back, he'll want something to eat. Jacob: Here we go again. Sally: Jacob, no. Jacob: Let me tell you something, sweetheart; it's been five days since your boyfriend ran out on us. And if he's still breathing, which I doubt, it won't be the pasta he's interested in. Sally: Jacob! Jacob: It'll be your fucking neck! Karen: Jacob, don't say that! Don: Out of order, Jacob. Jacob: Well, we all know it's true! And the sooner she faces it, the better. There are no survivors. It's just us in here, and them out there. Boy: Let me in! Please let me in!

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Scarlet: [upon examining Andy's eyes] Green and brown. Interesting iris variation. It's usually hereditary. Do one of your parents have the same? Andy: My mother, she did. Scarlet: How old are you, Andy? Andy: Twelve. Scarlet: I think that makes you the youngest person in the entire country. Well, your blood pressure is A-OK and you're negative on any serious disease or afflictions. I think you're okay to come in. Welcome back to Britain.

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Don: Your mum and I were hiding in a house. A wee cottage. There was an old couple that owned it. And they were there, too. Three other people. And we were, uh... just trying to stay alive, I suppose. We were doing okay for a while. And then we were attacked. They came in through the kitchen window. They were really fast, you know? Chased us. Chased your mum. And we were trapped. Trapped in the bedroom. I... I seen them... biting her. [begins to break down weeping] I couldn't do anything. I tried to go back. She was already gone. She was already gone. Andy: Was there nothing you could do? Don: No, there was nothing I could do. I managed to get away. Just running, running, and running. I got to this military camp. And you know the rest, you know, I've been in quarantine waiting for you guys to come back. Tammy: We're just happy you're still alive.

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Flynn: Having fun down there, Doyle? Doyle: Kiss my head! This is the worst combat I've ever seen. Where's the combat? Rooftop Soldier: Give me something to shoot. Flynn: Too easy. Medical sector, east side, fat guy, jerking off in the toilet. Rooftop sniper: Ah... bug nuts, I saw him yesterday. Soldier: I don't see him. Where is? Rooftop Soldier: There, look! Bald guy with his football in hands on the 20th floor.

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Flynn: Doyle, you but thread! Doyle: Boy, I've never seen you get so white. Flynn: Come on! Doyle: Dude, good morning! Flynn: Get out of here, man. I'm having all good dreams. Doyle: Yeah? Flynn: Sunday afternoon, clear blue skies. I'm laying in bed with my wife and... now I'm back in this shithole. Doyle: I know, man. I had that same dream about your wife.

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Flynn: [aims his gun at them] Stop! Where's Doyle? Where's Doyle?! Tammy: It's just us. Flynn: Come on. Get in. Come on! [Tammy and Andy walk over to the helicopter. Later, Flynn, Tammy and Andy are inside the helicopter, and Flynn flies the helicopter away from Wembley Stadium as he flies the helicopter over the channel.]

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