Patricia Tallman: Barbara

Night of the Living Dead

Barbara

[last lines]
Harry: [discovering Barbara as she returned to the house the next day. Harry had cowered to the attic and left her for dead] You came back!
[pretending to be sincere]
Harry: You... Came back.
[Barbara glares at him and then shoots him in the head]
Barbara: That's another one for the fire.

Ben: You are losing it girl, you are losing it.
Barbara: You think so?
[Barbara shoots an approaching zombie in the face]
Barbara: Whatever I lost, I lost a long time ago and I do not plan on losing anything else. You can talk to me about losing it when you stop screaming at each other like a bunch of two-year-olds.

[on the zombies approaching the house]
Barbara: They're so slow. We could just walk right past 'em and we wouldn't even have to run. We could just walk right past 'em. We have the guns. If we're careful we could get away.
[she looks at Ben]
Barbara: You told me to fight, well I'm fighting, this place is not safe, not upstairs or down. We should leave before it's too late.

Johnnie: [pointing to a mourner walking towards them to annoy Barbara] Look! Look, there's one of them now! He wants you! He's getting closer...
[Barbara stands in front of her mother's grave]
Johnnie: [scaring Barbara] DANGEROUSLY CLOSE!
Barbara: Stop it!
[see's mourner]
Barbara: He is going to hear you!
Johnnie: [goes behind the tombstone] It doesn't matter. He knows we're here. It's too late now! There is no escape!
[pulls down his shirt]
Johnnie: NOOO, MOTHER!
Barbara: You bastard.

[first lines]
Johnnie: They're coming to get you, Barbara!
Barbara: Stop it!
Johnnie: They're coming!
[evil laughter]
Johnnie: They don't like being awaken this way!
Barbara: Why do you have to be so mean?
Johnnie: Hey, I'm your older brother. Being mean and heartless is part of my job.

Judy Rose: [Barbara aims a gun at a zombie] Don't shoot, it's Mr. McGruder from the legion hall!
[he is shot]
Judy Rose: You shot Mr. McGruder! You shot him!
Barbara: Look at his back! I didn't do that!

Johnnie: [arguing about their mother] She drove our father to an early grave. She drove me away from home. Heaven knows she damn near drove you into a convent.
Barbara: That is not true!
Johnnie: When was the last time you had a date?
Barbara: That is none of your business!
Johnnie: The one thing she never, ever drove? Was two hundred miles to visit anything.

Johnnie: [Johnnie and Barbara are driving to their mother's grave] Tell me something, will ya? Why do we have to put ourselves through this... charade?
Barbara: Because she is our mother! Can't you just at least give her one day out of your life?
Johnnie: One day? This is the fourth time we've been up here in the three months since she died! I'm spending more time with her now than when she was alive and you know why?
Barbara: Oh, God! Please don't start!
Johnnie: She couldn't possibly be buried in the city. No, that would have been much too easy! She knew I'd have to be the one to drive you up here. That's why she had herself buried two hundred miles away from the nearest glass of beer!
Barbara: Johnnie, now we're here! Will you please stop it?
Johnnie: Stop what? The truth?