[[On the golf course. Shelley is attacking Tim]]
/ Tim: ...living as a zombie is just a case of coming to terms with the fact that you're special.
/ [[Amy hits Shelley on the back of the head witha golf club]]
/ <<Clonp>>
/ Shelley: Argle
/ Amy: Quick, get up! We can't reason with her, she's gone completely stupid!
[[Shelley crawls away from Tim and Amy]]
<<Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrr>>
/ Tim: She's stealing the golf cart! This is bloody awful!
/ Amy: I'm not chasing her. I was to keep my skull sexy.
[[Amy and Tim are getting drinks at the hospital's cafe]]
/ Amy: How's Shelley?
/ Tim: I'm not a doctor, but I'd say that being hit by lightning reactivated every dead cell in her zombie body.
[[Amy and Tim are walking towards their table]]
/ Amy: What about the man whose brains Shelley ate? {{last 3 words whispered}}
/ Tim: By some incredible million to one chance, she ate the 90% of the brain that none of us ever uses.
[[Amy and Tim are sitting at the table with polistyrene cups]]
/ Tim: That dude's just putting it down to experience, Amy. A lesson for all of us.
/ Amy: A lesson in not having a top on your head and being a grotesque freak?
/ Tim: He's wearing a hat and taking each day as it comes. Would that we could do the same.
Tim: Ryan, I'm sure you have a perfectly good reason why you're sitting there with our dead friend, who appears to now be a zombie.
/ Ryan: I just found her wandering around, man. I reckon some local kids got up to some, y'know, voodoo hijinks.
Tim: You raised her from the dead, didn't you?
/ Ryan: I'd taken a drink. It didn't seem so wrong.
Tim: I'm going to put her in the bath and pray that nothing drops off then we are going to talk the talk of men, specifically angry men.
Amy: Any sign of Shelley, Tim?
/ Tim:No, and I don't know where else I can look.
Amy: She left a note!
/ Tim: Let me see!
Amy:Damn
/ Tim: Oh Man.
/ [[A letter fills half the frame]]
/ [Dear Tim, Ryan and Amy,
You have all been vey kind to me since I cam back as a zombie.
But I have to find out where I fit into the world now that I have no chance of making it with boys any more due to my low body temperature and my weird staring eyes.
I hope you all have nice lives. I will try to have a nice after-life.
Love and hugs,
/ Shelley
/ XOXOXOXOX
P.S. Tim, I borrowed all the money from your wallet, will repay soon possibly.
[[Shelley holds umbrella]]
/ Shelley: Now, I like the reassuring smell of dry rot as much as the next person, but I have my pride.
/ Shelley: I have to find a job so I can afford the important things in life, like sexy boots and chocolate.
Shelley: This would be easier if I hadn't been murdered, then brought back to life two months later.
/ Shelley: Shelley, you are saying, you may be dead but basically you are one sexy-ass zombie, to which I reply yes, but, it is not that easy!
/ [[Sign: AGENCE]]
Amy: Any sign of Shelley, Tim?
/ Tim: No, and I don't know where else I can look.
Amy: She left a note!
/ Tim: Let me see!
Amy: Damn.
/ Tim: Oh, man.
/ Shelley's note: Dear Tim, Ryan, and Amy, You have all been very kind to me since I came back as a zombie. But now I have to find out where I fit into the world, now that I have no chance of making it with boys any more due to my low body temperature and my weird, staring eyes. I hope you all have nice lives. I will try to have a nice after-life. Love and hugs, Shelley XOXOXOXOX PS. Tim, I borrowed all the money from your wallet, will repay soon possibly.
[[In Ryan's rooms]]
/ Ryan: What have I done? This is just a shadow of a human being... I've defied nature and created an abomination.
[[Shelley is sitting on Ryan's bed, and he grabs she shoulders]]
/ Ryan: Come on, Shelley, say something! Anything! If you're going to eat my brains, do it! I know a zombie has needs.
Ryan: I've got to go to sleep, Shelley. Here's a straw. If you want brains in the night, just bung it in my ear and suck.
[[The lights are out, Ryan is sleeping in his bed with Shelley next to him, holding tight to his back]]
[[At Tim's house]]
/ Tim: Ryan, I'm sure you have a perfectly good reason why you're sitting there with out dead friend, who appears to now be a zombie.
/ Ryan: I just found her wandering around, man. I reckon some local kids got up to some, y'know, voodoo hijinks.
Tim: You raised her from the dead, didn't you?
/ Ryan: I'd taken a drink. It didn't seem so wrong.
[[Tim leads Shelley inside]]
/ Tim: I'm going to put her in the bath and pray that nothing drops off. Then we are going to talk the talk of men, specifically angy men.
[[Screaming at zombie Shelley]]
/ Ryan: H-GURGLE AGH!
[[Hopping a cemetary fence]]
/ Ryan: Ryan, the way I see things is this. You can run home and hide under your bedclothes, which any fool knows the devil cannot penetrate.
[[Running away]]
/ Ryan: Or you do what your momma always taught you, and make things right with the sweet little gal.
[[In a phone booth]]
/ Ryan: Momma, did that include sweet l'il dead gals? No, this is hyperthetical. No, damn, I am not being smart with you, momma...
[[Post-bath zombie Shelley in bathrobe]]
/ Ryan: She can't wear these clothes, Tim, they're falling to bits.
/ Tim: Hang on, let me see what I've got...
[Tim holds box]]
/ Ryan: Ha, a load of Goth Kate's clothes! She was your best lodger ever!
/ Tim: She was at one with the night, and vampires.
Ryan: If we dress Shelley up in this stuff and give her a pint of Snakebite and Black, no one will be the wiser.
/ Tim: Respect.
[[Shelley hugs Tim]]
/ Ryan: Damn man, all she wanted was a hug.
/ Tim: In case you're wondering, these aren't tears, they're cataracts.
