When all this is over, you'll go back home driving Carla and your baby insane in your beige Volvo. And I'll be dead, or back in prison which is the same thing. 
I know you gentlemen have been through a lot, but when you find the time, I'd rather not spend the rest of this winter TIED TO THIS FUCKING COUCH!
I dunno what the hell's in there, but it's weird and pissed off, whatever it is.
Temperature's up all over the camp. Won't last long though.Neither will we.How will we make it?Maybe we shouldn't.If you're worried about me...If we've got any surprises for each other, I don't think either one of us is in much shape to do anything about it.
[last lines]What do we do now?Why don't we just wait here for a little while... see what happens...
I know I'm human. And if you were all these things, then you'd just attack me right now, so some of you are still human. This thing doesn't want to show itself, it wants to hide inside an imitation. It'll fight if it has to, but it's vulnerable out in the open. If it takes us over, then it has no more enemies, nobody left to kill it. And then it's won.
