Madeline (internal): Why oh why did I drink 56oz of soda before coming here?
Not bad, but something isn't quite right....
Madeline's neck tasted of honeysuckle, ginger, and a hint of Jim Beam.
Already in wardrobe, the fearsome threesome start to wonder which of them smells like hobo. And which of them smells like dead hobo.
Sean, Madeline and Brett; proud of their ragged wardrobe.
Green is the new tan.
Sean: Hulk feel...hulk feel...hulk feel the same. Quick, someone hit me with a 2x4.
Sean, Madeline and Brett; realizing all the zombies in this movie are homeless British street urchins.
Zombie farts were even funnier than normal ones.
Madeline had always wanted to get her hair styled by Moby.
Yes! Now that is the electrified funk haircut I'd expect a zombie to sport.
For Brett's next trick, he'll devour two pens at once!
Give me...scary. Alright, that works, on several levels.
Brett's rigid demeanor had more to do with his violent allergy to jelly bracelets than the makeup.
