Gianluigi Chirizzi: Mark

Burial Ground

Mark

Mark: You're getting a raise out of me alright, but it has nothing to do with money.

Mark: [upon finding Michael and Leslie dead] We must get out of this place somehow, now!

James: [observing the professor chomping on the butler] But that's Prof. Ayres!
Mark: He's a zombie too, then!
[pulling him]
Mark: Come on!

Mark: Janet, wake up, dear. It's time to leave.
Janet: No!
Mark: Come on, Janet, you can do it.
Janet: I'll never make it. I can't stand the pain! No! I can't!
Mark: Of course you can. Come on.
Janet: No, I can't!
Mark: But we can't just stay here, dear.
Janet: No! Leave me here. Go without me. Let me die! I can't stand it! I can't walk another step! Oh, please, let me die!
[sobs]

Mark: [upon entering the "monks"' chapel] Come on, Evelyn. We're all right now.

Mark: [tending Janet's foot in the chapel] The monks here should have something for your ankle.

Mark: [gathering the women, on hearing James's screams from the "monk's" inner sanctum] Come on, hurry up, let's go!

Mark: [on seeing Di Paolis Studios' model builders' workshop] It looks like some sort of model builders' workshop.
Janet: Mark, for God's sake, close the gate.
Mark: Right away!
Janet: Now, what do we do, Mark?
Mark: Let's push this thing over there, in front of the gate.
[all push large model across floor]
Mark: That's it. Come on, darling, let's go upstairs
Evelyn: Here, let me help you.
[takes Janet's arm as she whimpers while dragged upstairs to a closed door, from behind which emerges a zombie]
Mark: Let's get back outside, quick!
[repair to gate, where zombies appear]
Evelyn: Oh, they're here.
Mark: [pushing model blocking gate] Push it! Push it hard!
[the two women, one crippled, push against an ever-rising tide of endless zombies]

Mark: [arriving at the open gate of the model builders'workshop] Looks like no one's here.
Janet: What does it matter? Let's go inside.

Mark: [after knocking zombie off stairs] Let's go upstairs. Hurry!
[undead Michael appears out of the door at the top of the stairs]
Mark: It's Michael.
Evelyn: Michael! Michael! Michael! Michael! Oh my baby! My son, my son. Michael!
[takes him in her arms]
Mark: Stop it Evelyn! Don't touch it! No! It's a zombie! Don't touch it!
Evelyn: [clutching Michael to her bosom] Came back to me! You came back to me, didn't you? Oh, darling, I'm so happy now! Oh, Michael, oh, Michael, oh, darling! Oh, dearest! Oh, you're here. We'll never leave each other again! Oh, darling, always together. Michael, look at me, angel. Look at me!
[Michael uncovers her breast as Mark and Janet look on in horror and disgust]
Evelyn: Oh, yes, darling, just like when you were a baby. Go ahead, darling, I know you want to. You used to love it so!
[moans inappropriately as Michael nurses]
Evelyn: Oh! Oh!
[Michael bites off nipple]
Evelyn: AAAAAHHH!