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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!

No! No!

(Go back... fuck!

No, my friends.

This is now
the United States of zombieland.

It's amazing how quickly things can go
from bad to total shitstorm.

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.

Fuck!

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 gun
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 bullets.

I mean, one more clean shot
fo the head

and this lady could have avoided
becoming a human happy meal.

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
with your pants down.

Rule number three:
Beware of bathrooms.

As zombies began
fo outnumber humans,

well, that's when you had to cut
all emotional ties.

If the girls in your neighborhood
are now fucked-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.

It may look like zombies destroyed ft,
but that's actually just garland.

It's been 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.

Shit.

Of course.

Motherfucker.

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'd 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 knife.

- 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

s07? 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-fuck,
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 goddamn hostess truck.

Yeah, I see that, a hostess truck.
So what?

I could use a twinkie.

You coming? Yes yeah one second.

- Are you fucking 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 fucking 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...

Fucking 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.

Four-oh-eight?

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.

I was walking home from the bar,
talking on my phone,

I mean, not running, sprinting.

And I thought, like,
maybe he was running from someone

or after someone, but last time I saw
he was still out there going crazy.

Drugs, 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,

I'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?

Okay, okay.

Look, stay back, 406, okay?
I don't wanna hurt you, but...

Shit.

No!

Oh, my god, I am so fucking 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.

Four-oh-six,

if you're in there,

you're just sick, okay?

That was my first brush
with the plague of the 21st century.

That was my first brush
with the plague of the 21st 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.

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.

Yeah, it's all just nonsense.

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?

Walt, 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

- yeah.
- 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 _

Oh, my god. It makes you sick.

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 killing 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 fucking psychotic.

It was like if he got a taste
of that comforting childhood treat,

the world would become innocent again
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's 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-fucked-with

no fear, nothing to lose.

What can I say? It's like... it's like art.

You got a purty 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 it.
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 gun.

- We don't know that there's no cure.
- You're just gutless!

Give him the gun.

Wait, wait, Walt.

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, ammunition.

And if you've got it, sugarless gum.
“What the fuck?

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 gun.

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,

vou know, with 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. Yeah

but zombie kill of the week? No, sir.

I saw this construction worker,
I shit 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 on board.

I mean, do what you want with a man,
but do not fuck 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 apeshit.”

I want my caddy back!

Stupid, little bitches!

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 guns.

Take your time.

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.

Yeah

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 fucking 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-fucking-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 shoot them, are you?

Not unless they shoot at me.

Oh, let's hope they shoot 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. Gun, please.

Like you would ever use that thing.

Don't kill me with my own gun!

All those violent video games.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Now honk your horn. “What?

Honk it.

It's your sister, with my gun. 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.

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.

- 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?

I et 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 fuck'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 fucking drive down the road

playing I spy or some shit for hours
like four normal-ass Americans?

Fuck me!

I know.

I et me be the mature one.

(Ood.

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.

Did you guys hear?
There are no zombies there.

Yeah, we heard.

You know, I may not shoot 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 burned 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.

You know, 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. Now, 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 kill of the week?

Close, but no cigar.

Zombie kill of the week goes
to sister Cynthia knickerbocker.

Poor flat bastard.

Perfume? “What?

Is that perfume?

It's Cologne.

I'm thinking...

- Lancome magnifique.
- Why don't you speak up a little?

I think they might have missed it
in Santa fe.

- Oh, my god.
- Okay.

You're thinking about fucking Wichita.

Wish granted. She spent
the last 24 hours fucking 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 beat 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 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, in the wig.

Right. Only then. 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.

Sleep deprivation is the number-one
health problem in America.

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.

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 mancion de Murray.

- Bill Murray.
- God, no way.

This guy has a direct line
to my funny bone.

- Everything...
- Wait. Who's bill Murray?

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.
- Shit, fuck!

See? I told you we should've gone
to Russell Crowe's

- no one listens to me.
- Hello, inside voices. Okay?

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.

Shit.

Bill Murray, you're a zombie?

I'm on fire!

Ouch!

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 getup?

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. Some berries,
3 little licorice for the ladies.

Suits my lifestyle.
I like to get out and do stuff.

Just played nine holes on the riviera.
Just walked on. Nobody there.

Goddamn it, bill fucking 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.

- Thank you.
- I mean, I swear,

I'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 fucking 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 shot 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, shit.

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Shit. 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?

Other than the fact that
I shot 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.

I et's see. Mine

first orthodontist.

The bastard gave me headgear.
Yeah. I got my first b.

Oh, no.

Frightening as anaconda.

In woodshop, 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 bitches.
- 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 did

when I woke up the next day
and she was leaving.

You are like a giant cock-blocking robot.

Like, developed in
a secret fucking 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 weren't storming the trenches
before I came along.

That's why I don't let people close.
You only get burned.

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.

Shoot 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 shit.

My mama always told me
someday I'd be good at something.

Who'd have guessed
that would be zombie killing?

Probably nobody.

I ook.

We better start working on our apology.

Oh, no. No.

- Hey! Over here!
- Ohio!

- Help!
- Oh, my god.

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 shit.

Holy shit.

Hey!

Motherfucker!

Fuck

shit I'm out of shells.

Bingo.

(Set off!

Oh, yeah.

Here we go.

Oh, shit.

- Wichita! Little rock!
- Hurry!

Oh, my god.

Look at this fucking clown.

Of course. It had to be a clown.

Fuck

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.

Fuck this clown.

- Thanks.
- Hey.

Get your gun. 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-fuck.

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.

Think you could maybe just pick out
the buckshot and eat around it?

Okay, yeah.

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.

In the words
of the immortal Jean-Paul sartre.

In the... in the ilmmortal...
How do you do it?

Just give me a little hint.

In the words of the immortal philosopher
Jean-Paul sartre

au revoir, gopher.

Okay.