Zombieland (2009)
Oh, America.
I wish I could tell you that this was still America...
...but I've come to realize that you can't have a country without people.
And there are no people here.
No!
No!
Go back...
f*ck!
No, my friends.
This is now the United States of Zombieland.
It's amazing how quickly things can go from bad to total sh*t storm.
And why am I alive when everyone around me has turned to meat?
It's because of my list of rules.
Rule number one for surviving Zombieland: Cardio.
f*ck!
When the virus struck, for obvious reasons...
...the first ones to go were the fatties.
Poor fat bastard.
But as the infection spread and the chaos grew...
...it wasn't enough to just be fast on your feet.
You had to get a g*n and learn how to use it.
Which leads me to my second rule: The Double Tap.
In those moments when you're not sure the undead are really "dead" dead...
...don't get all stingy with your b*ll*ts.
I mean, one more clean sh*t to the head...
...and this lady could have avoided becoming a human Happy Meal.
Woulda, coulda, shoulda.
Wasn't long before the zombies began to get clever.
When you're at your most vulnerable, somehow they could just smell it.
Can't a guy take a dumper in peace?
Don't let them catch you pants down.
Beware of bathrooms.
As zombies began to outnumber humans...
...well, that's when you had to cut all emotional ties.
If the girls in your neighborhood are now f*cked-up little monsters...
...well, maybe it's time to stop driving carpool.
You had to focus on your own survival...
...which leads to rule number four.
Pretty basic.
Fasten your seat belts.
It's gonna be a bumpy ride.
That guy down there is me.
I'm in Garland, Texas.
And it may look like zombies destroyed it, but that's actually just Garland.
Two months since patient zero took a bite of a contaminated burger...
...at a Gas N' Gulp.
Just two months, and I might be the last non-cannibal freak in the country.
I may seem like an unlikely survivor...
...with all my phobias and irritable-bowel syndrome...
...but I had the advantage of never having any friends or any close family.
I survive because I play it safe and follow the rules.
My rules.
sh*t.
Of course.
m*therf*cker.
On the bright side, I had found a place to go number two.
Another rule to surviving Zombieland: Travel light.
And I don't mean just luggage.
I've always been kind of a loner.
I avoided people like they were zombies...
...even before they were zombies.
Now that they are all zombies, I kind of miss people.
So I'm on my way from my college dorm in Austin, Texas...
...to Columbus, Ohio, where I'm hoping my parents are still alive.
Even though we were never really close...
...it would be nice to see a familiar face, or any face...
...that doesn't have blood dripping from its lips and flesh between its teeth.
Thank you.
- What are you looking for?
- Nothing.
I just have this list.
No one back there but my duffel bag.
- What's your name?
- Stop.
No names.
Keeps us from getting too familiar.
You almost knocked over your alcohol with your Kn*fe.
- That's okay, you don't have to...
- So where you headed?
Columbus.
You?
Tallahassee.
No, one for me.
One and done, I always say.
I said that once.
You know, Tallahassee and Columbus are both east.
So?
So, Tallahassee, you wanna stick together?
- Least for a while?
- Here's the deal, Columbus.
I'm not easy to get along with...
...and I'm sensing you're a bit of a bitch...
...so I give this relationship to about Texarkana.
Really?
Yeah.
You'll take me as far as Texarkana.
You're a peppy little spit-f*ck, aren't you?
You might wanna buckle up for safety.
I can tell already you are gonna get on my nerves.
Even though teaming up wasn't my style...
...I figured I'd be safer with Tallahassee.
You see, he was in the ass-kicking business, and...
Business is good.
It became quickly apparent, however, that he did have one weakness.
What are we doing here?
Well, take a look.
It's a g*dd*mn Hostess truck.
Yeah, I see that, a Hostess truck.
So what?
I could use a Twinkie.
- You coming?
- Yes.
Yeah.
One second.
- Are you f*cking with me?
- No.
You should actually limber up as well.
Especially if we are going down that hill.
It is very important.
I don't believe in it.
You ever see a lion limber up before it takes down a gazelle?
- Sno Balls?
- Yeah.
Sno Balls?
Where's the f*cking Twinkies?
I like Sno Balls.
I hate coconut.
Not the taste, consistency.
Fresh.
Oh, this Twinkie thing, it ain't over yet.
Hey, this may be a bad time...
...but I gotta take the Browns to the Super Bowl.
- Really?
- Really.
I know, again, so soon?
What can I say?
I have a case of chronic anxiety.
Truth is, I was always kind of phobic.
I found lots of things disturbing.
Like undertow or department store Santas.
Being alone with a baby.
But the thing I fear more than anything, yes, even more than zombies...
...f*cking clowns.
When you're afraid of everything that's out there...
...you quit going out there...
...which is what happened to me before Zombieland.
Friday night, third straight week indoors.
"World of Warcraft"...
...leaning tower of pizza boxes...
...Code Red Mountain Dew.
Pride, nowhere.
Dignity, long gone.
Virginity, totally justifiable to speculate on.
Smooth.
My whole life, all I'd ever wanted was to find a girl...
...and fall in love, bring her home to meet the folks.
Then again, since my folks are paranoid shut-ins like me...
...maybe this girl could bring me home to her folks.
And then I'd finally be a member of a cool, functional family.
Please, is anyone home?
Please, it's an emergency.
I don't usually unlock my door to the sounds of panic...
...but my neighbor 406 is insanely hot.
Okay, okay.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Nice to meet you.
Here.
There you go.
- Mountain Dew?
- Yeah.
Code Red.
And here's some Golden Grahams.
The Ziploc bag keeps them crisp.
Okay.
Keep that there.
So tell me what happened.
He was homeless and sick.
And I was walking home from the bar, talking on my phone...
...and then he just came sprinting towards me.
I mean, not running, sprinting.
And I thought, you know, like, maybe he was running from someone...
...or after someone, but last time I saw he was still out there going crazy.
dr*gs, maybe?
I didn't even tell you the worst part.
Yeah?
He tried to bite me.
- You're right, that's the worst part.
- I'm sorry.
I'm just so scared.
No, no, no, you should be scared.
A homeless man just tried to eat you.
That's the right kind of scared.
That's reasonable.
I get scared for things that don't make sense, like clowns with red noses...
...or the rags they use to wipe tables when you finish eating at a restaurant.
Really?
Look, the point is I am here for you, okay?
And as long as you are by my side, I am not leaving this apartment.
Do you mind if I just close my eyes for a minute?
No, of course.
Of course.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
Set aside the feverish, homeless cannibal...
...l'm living the dream.
I had always, my whole life...
...wanted to brush a girl's hair over her ear.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Oh, my God.
Are you okay?
Okay, okay, okay.
Stop, stop, stop.
What are you doing?
Look, stay back, 406, okay?
I don't wanna hurt you, but...
sh*t.
Oh, my God, I'm so f*cking sorry.
You see, you just can't trust anyone.
The first time I let a girl into my life and she tries to eat me.
Please.
Listen to me.
If you're in there...
...you're just sick.
Okay?
That was my first brush with the plague of the 21 st century.
Remember mad cow disease?
Well, mad cow became mad person became mad zombie.
It's a fast-acting virus that left you with a swollen brain, a raging fever...
...that made you hateful, violent...
...and gave you a really, really bad case of the munchies.
All right, you steer, I'll push.
Okay.
I've heard there's a place that's untouched by this crap.
- Back east, yeah?
- Yeah.
You heard the same thing?
Out west, we hear it's back east.
Back east, they hear it's out west.
It's all just nonsense.
You know, you're like a penguin on the North Pole...
...who hears the South Pole is really nice this time of year.
There are no penguins on the North Pole.
You wanna feel how hard I can punch?
So, what do you think?
Wait, the last time I laid some pipe?
Last time you went 20 toes, put Percy in the playpen?
Who's Percy?
Wallpapered the closet, passed the gravy.
- Went heels to Jesus.
- Oh, made love.
Well, just sex.
Three weeks ago.
Yeah.
In the back of an abandoned FedEx truck.
- Shut up.
- No, no, I was headed east.
She, west.
And we took shelter in the back of the truck.
- It was full of undelivered packages.
- What was her name?
Beverly.
Beverly Hills.
You dog.
So, what about you?
Me?
I...
Aye, aye, aye.
Oh, my God.
It makes you sick.
You know, it makes you sad, it makes you...
It makes you think if you can go back to the way things were right now...
...you know, you'd be...
You'd be out in the backyard, you know, trying to catch fireflies.
And instead this.
- I mean, it makes you...
- Hungry.
I'm worried about you.
Look, whatever you have waiting for you in Columbus...
...I promise you it ain't prettier than our friend here enjoying her Manwich.
Tallahassee had a sick sense of humor when it came to zombies.
Zombies aren't the most lovable creatures, but he really hated them.
The only thing he was more obsessed with than k*lling zombies...
...was finding a Twinkie.
Something about a Twinkie reminded him of a time not so long ago...
...when things were simple and not so f*cking psychotic.
It was like if he got a taste of that comforting childhood treat...
...the world would become innocent, and everything would return to normal.
What, are you prospecting?
Jesus Christ.
You are a dangerous man.
You're gonna risk our lives for a Twinkie?
There is a box of Twinkies in that grocery store.
Not just any box of Twinkies.
The last box of Twinkies that anyone will enjoy in the whole universe.
Believe it or not, Twinkies have an expiration date.
Someday very soon, life's little Twinkie gauge is gonna go empty.
Time to nut up or shut up.
When Tallahassee goes Hulk on a zombie...
...he sets the standard for not-to-be-f*cked-with.
No fear, nothing to lose.
What can I say?
It's like...
It's like art.
You got a pretty mouth.
Don't swing, don't swing.
Swing.
- Thank you.
- You owe me.
Yeah.
You're incredible.
- I know.
- Yeah.
Twinkie, Twinkie, Twinkie, Twinkie.
Big Hoss.
Come here, big fella.
Just gonna take a little off the top.
Wow, these fellas really let themselves go.
And they're so fat.
I think we should probably just keep going.
All I could think of was, what are the odds?
Another marriageable woman to bring home to the folks.
Come quick.
Someone's ear is in danger of having hair brushed over it.
Hey.
I'll catch up.
Rule number 22: When in doubt, know your way out.
They're sisters.
The little one's been bitten.
Act normal.
Try not to freak her out.
Yeah.
Columbus, Wichita, Little Rock.
So you did all this for a Twinkie?
No, no, no, he did.
I'm just kind of like a Sancho Panza character.
Look, I don't think she has long.
Yeah, I know.
I know, and she knows.
We're just looking for a way out.
No, no, no, no.
She's just a little girl.
Don't talk about me like I'm not here.
Right, sorry.
Look, I know that you're really sick.
But your sister wants me to...
It's not her decision, okay?
It's mine.
I made her promise.
We already said goodbye, but we didn't have a g*n.
- We don't know that there's no cure.
- You're just gutless!
Give him the g*n.
Wait, wait, wait.
I'll do it.
- I love you.
- I love you too.
You need some help?
Now that you mention it...
...we'll take your weapons, car keys, your amm*nit*on.
- And if you've got it, sugarless gum.
- What the f*ck?
Wait, why are you guys doing this?
Better you make the mistake of trusting us...
...than us make the mistake of trusting you.
The first hot girl in 1000 miles shows up, makes me feel like an idiot...
...steals my double-barrel and then says I'm the one that can't be trusted.
Nice going, genius.
You're the one that gave her the g*n.
Those guys were dumb.
Avoid the vanity mirror.
Relax, okay?
I just passed for a zombie.
- What I'd give for a shower...
- Do not say S-H-O-W-E-R, okay?
Let's just get where we're going.
- So do you think it's true?
- Is what true?
You know, about Pacific Playland?
Totally zombie-free.
Only place west of Waco.
Trust me.
He's on one of these serious Tour de France bikes...
You know, with, like, the toeholds, right?
- and he's pedaling, and the zombie's head is, like, caught in the gear.
You know, with the hair in the chain just, like, going around.
Very cool.
But zombie k*ll of the week?
No, sir.
I saw this construction worker.
I sh*t you not...
...he is on a steamroller, and a zombie goes down in front of him.
You ever roll a tube of toothpaste up from the bottom?
- I always roll it up from the bottom.
- Well, the zombie's head is the cap.
Are you one of these guys that tries to one-up everybody else's story?
No.
I knew a guy way worse at that than me.
All right, let's just try to find a car.
Which reminds me...
...I never had headaches like this till your ass came onboard.
I mean, do what you want with a man, but do not f*ck with his Cadillac.
Hey, there's a nice minivan.
Oh, you know something?
That is nice.
That's a beautiful van.
Tallahassee believes you have to blow off steam in Zombieland...
...or else you lose what's left of your mind.
If it makes him happy and keeps him from using that crowbar on me...
...then I say, "Hey, go ape sh*t." I want my Caddy back!
Stupid little b*tches!
Oh, I think I pulled something.
Think the two of us are smart enough to come up with a con like that?
You hesitated.
Is it better to be smart or lucky?
Look at what we got here.
Come on.
- That's nice.
- Smell the finger?
Yes.
Thank God for rednecks.
This is a really big truck...
...and these are really big g*ns.
Take your time.
You know, they say, "He who seeks revenge...
...should remember to dig two graves." Right.
Two graves.
One for the big chick, one for the little chick.
You are scary happy.
Come on, why don't we just forget about those girls and head home?
Oh, you want to talk about home?
For me, home was a puppy named Buck.
Cutest dog ever.
All those f*cking zombies.
I lost him.
And there ain't no getting him back, so I'm looking for a new home.
Tomorrow, I may be skinny-dipping in the Yellowstone River...
...or swinging from the chandeliers in the Playboy Mansion...
...but today, a Vortec six-f*cking-liter V8...
...a box full of hollow points, and, Lord willing, a GD Twinkie.
Gotta enjoy the little things.
I hate to give credit to anyone who looks like Yosemite Sam...
...but I'm writing it down.
Rule number 32: Enjoy the little things.
Knowing them, it's a trap.
Wait here.
Drive down if I signal.
You're not gonna sh**t them, are you?
Not unless they sh**t at me.
Oh, let's hope they sh**t at me.
Looks like they hoofed it.
Probably headed west.
Just drive slow, keep your eyes peeled.
Sure.
- They're in the back, aren't they?
- Just me.
I'm really sorry.
She was like a crouching tiger.
You got taken hostage by a 12-year-old?
Girls mature faster than boys.
She's way ahead of where I was at that age.
Twelve's the new 20.
g*n, please.
Like you would ever use that thing.
Don't k*ll me with my own g*n!
All those violent video games.
- Yeah.
- Thank you.
- Now honk your horn.
- What?
Honk it.
It's your sister, with my g*n.
Hello.
Bummer.
Now step away from the vehicle.
You get to ride shotgun.
I kind of like this girl.
She's not your typical hot, stuck-up bitch.
Even before Zombieland, Wichita was running the table on guys like us.
- What are you looking for?
- My engagement ring.
I took it off to pump my gas, and I thought that I put it in my purse...
...but it must've fallen out, and I'm late for my flight and...
Well, listen, I'll find your ring, and I'll FedEx it to you.
I'll give you a reward.
Don't be silly.
Three thousand dollars.
It's worth more than my car.
Just give me your number.
Yeah.
I'll find it.
Yeah, I'll start looking for it right now.
Because I got nothing else to do.
I was engaged once...
...but I'm single now.
Bye-bye.
Hope you make your flight.
No, but I know it's around here somewhere.
She's on a plane, that's the beauty of it.
Let me call you back.
Hey, you found my ring.
Thanks.
I've been looking all over for it.
- Your ring?
- Well, it's my friend's, you know.
- I'm gonna send it to her.
- Do I get a reward?
Forty, 60, 80, 400.
That's it.
That's the whole register.
You made someone very happy.
You too.
Nice.
How many left?
Let me see.
Enough for us to get to California.
Someday, I want a ring this big.
For the low price of 30 bucks, sold.
It's amazing how far you can get with some costume jewelry...
...and a cutthroat attitude.
I guess we're just lucky they didn't leave us by the side of the road.
Thank you, Wichita.
Thanks, Little Rock.
For f*ck's sake, enough!
We're being chased by ravenous freaks!
We don't have enough problems?
"They stole my Hummer.
We have trust issues." We can't just f*cking drive down the road...
...playing I Spy or some sh*t for hours like four normal-ass Americans?
f*ck me!
I know.
Let me be the mature one.
Good.
So where are you guys headed?
Pacific Playland.
The amusement park?
- Wait, outside L.A.?
- Yeah.
We went there as kids.
That place totally blows.
My mind.
It's so fun.
Just good entertainment for the whole family.
Yeah, I went there as a kid too.
In fact, this probably counts as off-season.
Well, did you guys hear?
There are no zombies there.
Yeah, we heard.
You know, I may not sh**t you, but you have still royally pissed me off...
...and I'm not going to play with you at Pacific Playland.
- Don't worry, he grows on you.
- Really?
No.
It gets worse.
Okay.
How about we play the quiet game?
Yeah?
Starting now.
Oh, I've actually been meaning to ask you: Did you hear anything about Columbus, Ohio?
- You never played the quiet game?
- Sorry.
No?
Well, they're playing it in Columbus.
It's a total ghost town.
It's b*rned to the ground.
You're Columbus.
I'm sorry.
I didn't realize it was...
I'm not sure what's more tragic: that my family is gone...
...or the realization that I never really had much of a family to begin with.
Either way, I can't pretend that what I'm looking for I'll find by going home.
I have no home.
We can get you a ride.
You know, you can go see for yourself...
...or settle somewhere new.
Okay.
I could tell she knew what I was feeling.
We were all orphans in Zombieland.
I know this Pacific Playland thing is nuts...
...but it's just been so long since she got to be a kid.
Yeah, it's tough growing up in Zombieland.
It's tough growing up.
There.
You could take that truck.
Well, I hope you find whoever it is you're looking for.
And don't let go, once you do.
It wasn't just because I had nowhere else to go.
It was because, in that moment, it became clear.
Wherever this girl was, that's where I wanted to be.
Man, we're gonna have to pull over soon.
I'm feeling cooped up.
"Wantum your wampum." Yeah.
That'll work.
- Okay, but what the hell are we doing?
- Just humor him.
Trust me.
Hold up.
Who wants to go first?
I really, really wanna impress Wichita...
...but it would be in violation of rule 17...
...maybe the most important rule of all: Don't be a hero.
- Why don't you take this one?
- Don't mind if I do.
What do you think?
Zombie k*ll of the week?
Close, but no cigar.
k*ll of the week...
...goes to Sister Cynthia Knickerbocker.
Poor flat bastard.
- Perfume?
- What?
Is that perfume?
It's cologne.
I'm thinking...
...Lancme Magnifique.
Why don't you speak up a little?
I think they might have missed it in Santa Fe.
- Oh, my God.
- All right.
Okay.
You're thinking about f*cking Wichita.
Wish granted.
She spent the last 24 hours f*cking us both.
Hey.
Good luck now, Petunia.
Okay.
Let me begin by saying you're a wonderful human with great potential.
It's okay, but FYI, I b*at wholesale ass for a lot less than that.
- I'm sure.
- You get 45 percent power.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Come on, break another one.
Nice.
Doesn't that feel good?
Tallahassee's right.
You gotta enjoy the little things...
...even if that means destroying a whole lot of little things.
Smells like perfume.
- You don't know who Willie Nelson is?
- No.
Willie Nelson?
Yeah, no, I don't.
I shave every morning, but sometimes by, like, 4:30, I'll have a thing.
It's called 5:00 shadow, but sometimes I'll get it prematurely.
Since it's a freeway, you can get it up to, like, 65, but don't go more than 75.
- You don't wanna go more than 20.
- Don't worry about a blind spot.
Blind spots are for other drivers.
It's like the first time that I've ever driven.
So do you never strap in or it's just on long road trips?
It's just there's zombies everywhere.
I think the least of my worries...
- Yeah, that's true.
...is seat belts.
Yes, but, no, she's not.
She's only famous when she's Hannah Montana, when she's wearing the wig.
- Right.
Only wig.
- So...
It's kind of freeing.
Yeah.
For the first time in a long time, we were having fun.
So even though it ran counter to our strategies...
...we decided to stay together as far as Pacific Playland.
I think sleep deprivation is the number one health problem in America.
Well, now I think it might be number two.
- Number two.
- That's adorable.
- I think we should find a place to crash.
- Oh, I got an idea.
We're in Hollywood, let's sleep in style.
Grab a map.
Come on.
Hurry!
Hurry!
Good job.
Looks like anyone who's ever been in a movie lives on this block.
What exactly you think we're doing in the 90210, Sally?
I pictured Tom Cruise living somewhere nicer.
B- lister compared to who I got in mind, folks.
We're going to the tippy-top of the A-list.
- Who?
- You'll see.
Hey.
There's a big BM.
And it ain't Bob Marley.
This place is incredible.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to la manion de Murray.
- Bill Murray.
- God, no way.
This guy has a direct line to my funny bone.
- Everything...
- Wait.
Who's Bill Murray?
Hey, I've never hit a kid before.
All right?
I mean, that's like asking who Gandhi is.
Who's Gandhi?
She's 12.
- No Twinkies.
- sh*t, f*ck!
See?
I told you we should've gone to Russell Crowe's.
- No one listens to me.
- Hello, inside voices.
Okay?
At least until we know we're alone.
Tallahassee, Wichita, take that way.
Little Rock, come here.
Why do I get stuck with her?
It doesn't seem to end.
Hey, come here.
He has his own movie theater?
Okay, I'm gonna teach you something about Bill Murray.
A king slept right here.
Dibs on the bed.
Too soft for me, anyway.
Oh, this is so exciting.
You're about to learn who you gonna call.
It's Ghostbusters.
This is pretty catchy.
Come on.
Help me with the boots.
Come on.
Help me with the boots.
Okay.
I'll get them myself.
sh*t.
Bill Murray, you're a zombie?
I'm on fire!
You're not a zombie, you're talking, and...
- You're okay?
- The hell I am!
I'm sorry.
I didn't know that it was "you" you.
Are you...?
What's with the get-up?
Oh, I do it to blend in.
You know.
Zombies don't mess with other zombies.
Buddy of mine showed me how to do this.
Cornstarch.
You know, some berries, a little licorice for the ladies.
Suits my lifestyle, you know.
I like to get out and do stuff.
Just played nine holes on the Riviera.
Just walked on.
Nobody there.
g*dd*mn it, Bill f*cking Murray!
I had to get that out.
I don't mean to gush.
This is so surreal.
I mean, you probably get this all the time.
Maybe not lately, but I'm such a huge fan of yours.
I mean, I swear, you know...
...l've seen every one of your movies a million times.
I even love your dramatic roles and just everything.
Six people left in the world, one of them is Bill f*cking Murray!
I know that's not your middle name.
I been watching you since I was like...
Since I could masturbate.
I mean, not that they're connected.
"A former greenskeeper about to become the Masters champion." Well, that's why we do it.
I love you, Bill.
I love you.
I thank you.
Thank you.
You are staring at me.
It's a hairpiece.
I'm sorry.
No, it was just that you look remarkably like Eddie Van Halen.
I just saw Eddie Van Halen.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Where?
How was that?
- At the Hollywood Bowl.
He's a zombie.
That's a tough break.
So how about a little West Coast hospitality?
Can I get you something?
What would you like?
Smooth, isn't it?
Oh, hurry.
Hurry, he's on the ceiling.
- Come get him.
Avoid the chandelier.
- Light him up, Ray.
- See you on the other side, Pete.
- Oh, he's so disgusting.
- Looks like Slimer.
- Don't cross the streams!
- I don't wanna cross...
- Oh, no, he's awful.
Don't cross the streams!
Thirty-five feet long, weighing approximately 600 pounds.
That's a big Twinkie.
Your sister is single, right?
There's nothing long distance or anything?
- No.
- Oh, good, good.
And if she had, like, a type, you know...
...if you can have a type, what would that be, you think?
She kind of goes for, like, bad boys.
- Really?
- Yeah.
That's cool.
What?
- So Columbus is the scared one?
- Yeah.
He's like a little bunny.
I'll get him.
Watch this.
No.
No, no, it's okay, it's okay.
I got him.
Is that how you say hello where you come from?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, I can't believe I sh*t Bill Murray.
- Mr.
Murray?
- I'm just Bill, I think, now.
- Bill?
- Yeah?
I don't think we're gonna be able to stitch this.
That's still tender.
You think you might pull through?
No.
If it means anything now, I am so sorry.
It was just instinctive.
It was my bad.
I was never a very good practical joker.
So do you have any regrets?
Garfield, maybe.
I'm sorry, he just gets me.
- But it still is sad.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Oh, sh*t.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
sh*t.
Okay.
Sorry.
One second.
It's a double-barrel.
Sorry.
Okay.
Three, two, one.
- You guys want some Purell?
- Yes.
- Please.
- Yeah.
Around the world.
Yes.
- Oh, free parking.
- Yeah.
Which is the best thing about Zombieland.
No, best thing about Z-land, no Facebook status updates.
You know, "Rob Curtis is gearing up for Friday." - Who cares?
- The best thing is no more flushing.
- Epic.
- And the worst thing about Z-land?
You mean, other than the fact that I sh*t Bill Murray?
That's easy.
Losing Buck.
That's his puppy.
I'm gonna tell you, I never thought I could love anything like Buck.
He was just...
The day he was born, I just lost my mind.
Sorry.
We were two peas.
He had my personality, my laugh, my appetite.
Laugh?
That's when it hit me.
I felt ashamed that it had taken me this long...
Me, with the best cardio in the business.
- to realize I wasn't the only one running from something.
Oh, there it is.
There you go.
Oh, you like the syrup.
Yes.
Okay.
We made this wallet together out of duct tape.
Take away a man's son...
...you've truly given him nothing left to lose.
I haven't cried like that since Titanic.
Hi.
A hint.
Why don't you exhale slowly, squeeze the trigger?
Don't make me drink alone.
Okay.
It's a 1997 Georges?
I never took French.
Georges de Latour?
I don't know.
- Oh, it's a '97?
- Yeah.
- Was that a good year?
- Oh, my God.
It was great.
Are you kidding me?
I saw my first R-rated movie that year.
- Yeah, Anaconda.
- Anaconda.
First tattoo, porpoise.
- Really?
- Fake.
First kiss.
Scotty Lynch.
You guys used tongue?
Maybe.
You jealous of Scotty Lynch?
Yes, I am.
Actually, I think I'm jealous of your whole 1997.
Let's see.
Mine, first orthodontist.
The bastard gave me headgear.
Yeah.
I got my first B.
Oh, no.
Frightening as Anaconda.
In wood shop, which doesn't really count as a class anyway.
No.
Had my first school dance.
Oh, thank you.
It was a Sadie Hawkins, so girls' choice, you know.
- What, and nobody picked you?
- It was girls' choice.
- Those b*tches.
- I know.
No, I will not stand for this.
No.
You know what?
On behalf of all the eighth-grade girls, I would like to make it up to you.
Relax.
Scotty's old news.
I don't even know your name, but this is actually really nice.
You know, between you, me and What About Bob?
...you're actually kind of cute.
You think so?
Yeah.
I mean, you got the guts of a guppy...
...but I could hit that.
Really?
Or at least give you the intentional walk to first.
Hey, a little help moving the couch?
We're making a fort.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, that's probably for the best.
- Right.
- Because...
...I like you...
...Columbus, but my sister and I...
...are gonna do whatever it takes to survive, so...
I was hoping Wichita was just playing hard to get...
...but I realized she had more trust issues than I...
...when I woke up the next day and she was leaving.
You are like a giant cock-blocking robot...
...like, developed in a secret f*cking government lab.
Hey.
I can't believe I almost kissed him.
What's our rule?
- Trust no one, just you and me.
- Just you and me.
Yeah.
You and me.
You have just survived the zombie apocalypse...
...and drove halfway across the country.
Where are you gonna go?
I'm going to Pacific Playland.
Open sesame.
This is the problem with getting attached to someone.
When they leave you, you just feel lost.
Having Tallahassee around didn't comfort me...
...it just made me feel more alone.
Hey.
You weren't exactly gonna score, anyway.
You know, you weren't storming the trenches before I came along.
That's why I don't let people close.
You only get b*rned.
You don't say.
Mexico.
You know what they call Twinkies in Mexico?
- That's where I'm headed, amigo.
- Whatever.
- Oh, my God.
- I know.
- This is really fun.
Oh, my God.
- Yeah.
Oh, no.
I'm going after Wichita.
Look, you ever read that book She's Just Not That Into You?
You can't make yourself too available.
I don't care, all right?
I wanna be with her.
Have fun in Mexico.
Come on.
Hurry.
Get in.
Come on, go.
Go, go.
On the count of three.
One, two, three.
You okay?
Come on.
Hurry, get up.
- Come on, let's go.
- Yeah.
There.
I'm not great at farewells, so...
...that'll do, pig.
That's the worst goodbye I've ever heard...
...and you stole it from a movie.
Tell the ladies I said hey.
You know, their pictures were in someone's wallet too.
Hop in the car, Evel Knievel.
- Let's go ride the roller coaster.
- Thanks.
Go!
Not as fun as I remember.
sh**t the control box.
- Columbus?
- Tallahassee?
I think they might actually require our assistance this time.
- Buckle up.
- Yeah.
I'm way ahead of you.
Time to nut up or shut up.
Holy sh*t.
My mama always told me someday I'd be good at something.
Who'd have guessed that would be zombie k*lling?
Probably nobody.
Look.
We better start working on our apology.
Oh, no.
No.
- Hey!
- Hey!
- Hey!
Ohio!
- Over here!
- Hey!
Help!
- Help!
- Oh, my God.
- Help!
Hey!
Help!
- Hey, they're up there.
They're okay.
- What are you waiting for?
That's your gal.
- Over here!
- Help!
Come on!
Come get a piece of Tallahassee!
Anybody hungry?
Tallahassee's nice this time of year!
Come on!
Come on, you ugly bastards!
Holy sh*t.
Hey!
m*therf*cker!
sh*t.
I'm out of shells.
Bingo.
Yeah!
Oh, yeah.
Here we go.
Oh, sh*t.
- Wichita!
Little Rock!
- Hurry!
Oh, my God.
Look at this f*cking clown.
Of course.
It had to be a clown.
f*ck.
No, it had to be a clown, and it had to be Wichita...
...for me to finally understand...
...that some rules are made to be broken.
Time to nut up or shut up.
f*ck this clown.
- Thanks.
- Hey.
Get your g*n.
Here you go.
Hi.
Okay.
Krista.
Okay.
We should probably head out now.
Finally got to first base.
Not bad for that scrawny little spit-f*ck.
Where's Florida?
I have a little hunch.
Where are you, you spongy, yellow, delicious bastards?
- Where are you?
- Yo.
False advertising.
Jesus Christ.
You want a Sno Ball or something?
Oh, God.
Words cannot express.
It's too soon.
Do you think you could maybe just pick out the buckshot and eat around it?
Okay, yeah.
No!
- No!
- No!
That face?
That's me realizing that those smart girls in that big black truck...
...and that big guy in that snakeskin jacket...
...they were the closest to something I'd always wanted...
...but never really had.
A family.
I trusted them and they trusted me.
Rule number 32: Enjoy the little things.
Tallahassee got his Twinkie.
And even though life would never be simple or innocent again...
...as he savored that spongy, yellow log of cream...
...we had hope.
We had each other.
And without other people, well, you might as well be a zombie.
- Thank you so much.
- You had us going.
Yeah.
That was very funny.
So until next time, remember: Cardio, seat belts, and this has nothing to do with anything...
...but a little sunscreen never hurt anybody.
I'm Columbus, Ohio, from Zombieland, saying good night.
Zombieland (2009)
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