Look. We gotta lock this place down. He's right. We'll go room by room. Barricade every...

[the Zombie Redneck Torture Family are attacking the cabin] Curt: Look. We gotta lock this place down. Marty: He's right. Curt: We'll go room by room. Barricade every window and door. We gotta play it safe. No matter what happens, we have to stay together. Hadley: [Watching the kids from the control room, Hadley slaps his forehead] Fuck! Sitterson: Calm down. Watch the master work. [Sitterson pushes buttons on the control panel. A grille opens in a cabin wall and a gas pours through it; Curt enters the room and is affected by the gas at once] Curt: This isn't right. Holden: What? What's the matter? Curt: Th-This isn't right. We should split up. We-We can cover more ground that way. Holden: [also affected by the gas] Yeah... Yeah. Good idea. Marty: [in disbelief that they just said something so stupid] Really? [a zombie's axe crashes through a wall] Curt: You guys, you guys, get in your rooms. [Marty has a protesting expression as his friends run to different rooms. Cut to Hadley placidly eating popcorn] Hadley: Lock 'em in.