- Lowell Tracey: Okay, uhm... So, here's the speech: The zombie thing is... a bitch. Your world shrivels down to a dot -- you know this -- and all you can think about is how to get your next meal and keeping your secret, and... no one can really know you now. Kissing, touching, sex, love, yelling at someone for stealing the blankets, uhm, out of the question, forever, but then one day I see this... beautiful woman. She's the only thing in color. Odd, 'cause she's so pail. And then suddenly there's hope again. That's what I'm saying. Who knows if we even like each other; but, I like everything I've seen so far and, ah, what have I got to lose?
- [EMTs enter the morgue suddenly]
- EMT: Here ya go.
- Liv Moore: New customer. Duty calls. I... am free this weekend, and I have your number.
- Lowell Tracey: I'll only hover by the phone for the next 72 hours or so. After that, I'm on to the next zombie girl, so...
- [last lines]
- Liv Moore: Lowell could turn out to be nothing. Or everything. He may even break my heart; but, any of that sounds good to me. I'm ready to feel again. Anything, good or bad. I want to be alive, now more than ever.
- Liv Moore: Even if I laid out here long enough I still wouldn't get a tan. I used to have freckles. I miss my freckles.
- Lowell Tracey: [catching Liv going through a nightstand drawer] Well, well, well.
- Liv Moore: I, uh... I was... Bathroom?
- Lowell Tracey: It's down there somewhere. Have another look.