Character: Olivia Moore

- Liv, I'm sorry that we did not have time to save your boy...
- Me too. His name was Lavon. And he'd still be alive if you're not kidnapped.
I know. But then you'd be dead...

- What is that look? I think I've done enough?
- You haven't finished.
- I don't even remember the goal.
- It's simple: to convince people that they can live peacefully side by side with zombies. That's all.
- Yes, everything! I don't want that anymore, Ravi.
- Hundreds of people who didn't even know you, rushed armed soldiers to save your life.

- If they dare - they'll pay, Liv. I will make it my goal.
They will be afraid. We always said that our names will be famous... maybe I should clarify...

- Looks like blunt force trauma.
- Oh, thank you, doctor! Do you mind if I speak? To justify the years of training in medical.
- She has such a lush... hair!
And a big penis...
- That was true years medical.

- Her mom won't like it. "Hey, mom, I'm the only one in the world who can't become a zombie. I will die here in a strange city, surrounded by people you don't know istykanny body then istykanny corpse, because they prepare the vaccine".
Isabel could be the key to creating a vaccine that will prevent every person on the planet to pick up the zombie virus. As if she was difficult, she's super responsible, very Mature.

- Fear not, my Lord, my sword and my life to your service.
- You have no sword. And life, for that matter.

- Liv! Clive! What do I owe the pleasure?
- Ravi, you...
Naked.
- As a newborn.

- I thought he'd be frosty the Snowman, but when he wore a hat that was filled with life, acquired a swagger and exudes sexual magnetism.
- What kind of warped version of "frosty the Snowman" show English children?

A child with split spine, a young man with Lou Gehrig's disease, the old woman with the first signs of Alzheimer's... We need each and they all deserve help. And I need to decide who will live and whose story will break. I wanted to help alive, like the present case. Well, now I'm in...

Maybe finding soul mate is overrated. Or are we not out there looking. Maybe our half among people who are already there and stay with you until romance comes and goes.

And in one moment my Prince charming turned into a horrible, warty, chauvinistic zombie toad.

- Tim yesterday I put my number on my arm, he smeared and missing. Tim. Tim!
- Liv, you'll probably come up with another way to contact him.
- How? I don't know his name, don't know where he works. I only know that he has a piercing over emerald eyes and soft velvet lips sexy angel. And it's not going to Google it, right?!
- No, if you don't want to see what can not be unseen.

- You saw him only once, he is human, and may have killed his previous girlfriend.
- Nobody is perfect.

- You can't see Alan, he could be the killer.
- I am one hundred percent sure that he is innocent.
- Based on what?
- That he may be my future wife!
- He could be the future inmates!