Oh, great. Valium. Not only will we be able to go to sleep, if we get attacked in the middle of the night, we won't even care.
Selena: We have enough food.
Jim: Yeah, but we don't have any cheeseburgers.
Jim: World's worst place to get a flat, huh?
Frank: Agreed. I think we better do this quick?
Selena: What's up?
Jim: Nothin'. Got a headache.
Jim: Yeah, it's pretty bad.
Selena: Well, why didn't you say anything before?
Jim: Well, because I didn't think you'd give a shit.
Jim: And then I wake up today in hospital. I wake up, and I'm... I'm hallucinating or I'm...
Mark: What's your name?
Mark: I'm Mark. This is Selena. OK, Jim. I've got some bad news.
Jim: Do you know I was thinking?
Selena: You were thinking that you'll never hear another piece of original music ever again. You'll never read a book that hasn't already been written or see a film that hasn't already been shot.
Jim: Um, that's what you were thinking.
Selena: No. I was thinking I was wrong.
Jim: About what?
Selena: All the death. All the shit. It doesn't really mean anything to Frank and Hannah because... Well, she's got a Dad and he's got his daughter. So, I was wrong when I said that staying alive is as good as it gets.
Jim: See, that's what I was thinking.
Selena: Was it?
Jim: Hmm. You stole my thought.
Jim: It's okay. You keep it.
That was longer than a heartbeat.
Selena: Hannah, it's OK. He's not infected.
Hannah: But I thought he was biting you.
Jim: Kissing. I was kissing her. Are you stoned?
Selena: It's a long story.
No, no. No, see, this is a really shit idea. You know why? Because it's really obviously a shit idea.