Sean: Hulk feel...hulk feel...hulk feel the same. Quick, someone hit me with a 2x4.
Green is the new tan.
Madeline had always wanted to get her hair styled by Moby.
Sean, Madeline and Brett; realizing all the zombies in this movie are homeless British street urchins.
Sean, Madeline and Brett; proud of their ragged wardrobe.
Zombie farts were even funnier than normal ones.
Already in wardrobe, the fearsome threesome start to wonder which of them smells like hobo. And which of them smells like dead hobo.
The lapcam gets em every time.
Sean practices his 'mildly surprised yet disinterested zombie' look. Brett prepares to tickle him.
Brett bites his lip, knowing that if he opens his mouth, the remainder of his breakfast burrito will once again try to escape.
Madeline decked out in her "sexy librarian that just woke up at 5 in the morning on a Sunday to travel a hundred miles in the rain and do a job for no pay" getup.
Randall: This is punch, right? I'm not going to pull up a cupfull of eye of newt or dragon scale or anything I hope.
Steve: Crap Andy, I told you we shouldn't have overclocked the pumpkin past 3Ghz.
Trogdor - burninating one gourd at a time.
