"You have got to be fucking kidding me!!"
"Dude. Seriously. There's Zombies outside, and you pick up a fucking frying pan."
"It's a fucking frying pan!"
"Yeah? And? It's a fucking iron frying pan. It's heavy as shit. It's perfect for smashing in their heads!"
"Dude, you can barely lift it!"
"Look, don't you worry about me man. You take care of yourself. Any fuckin' zombie dead shit comes near me gonna find their brains all over the floor."
"Oh shit! Get it! Hit it!"
"Man! Stop waving that cleaver around! And shut the door!"