Alex : Look, if you can't fix it...
Riq : Y'know what? I'm, I'm just tryin' to get my head around this whole "end of the world" thing, right? It's not my usual environment, so...
Alex : Well the sooner you've come to terms with it, the more chance you've got of surviving.
Riq : I am surviving and it's *not* easy!
Alex : What've *you* done? You've done nothing!
Riq : I've had a van stolen! I've been chased by fuck knows! I've been in a garage while being shot at!
Alex : "At"?
Riq : Yeah!
Alex : Have you shot anyone? Have you had to do that yet?
Riq : No, no, no...
Alex : Have you shot a friend? Your best friend? Have you done that? Have you? Have you pulled the trigger until your best friend's head explode and walked around in a dream with her blood running down your face and in your mouth, picking shards of skull from your jumper like cat's teeth? Have you? Have you done that?
Riq : No, no... I can't say that I have.
Alex : No? Then don't talk to *me* about surviving until you *have*!
Riq : I'm not... I'm normal! I'm normal! I'm normal! I'm a normal person! I'm, I'm standing up! I'm standing up! I'm a, I'm a normalite! Are you the police?
Alex : Open the door!
Riq : [opens the door and looks at the gore on it from the zombie Alex shot] Oh, that's disgusting...
Alex : You alone in there?
Riq : Huh?
Alex : Anyone else in there?
Riq : No, no, no, no...
Alex : Get some supplies.
Riq : What?
Alex : Get some fucking supplies!
Riq : What, like water... and...?
Alex : NOW!