Left 4 Dead

Left 4 Dead (abbreviated as L4D) is a cooperative first-person shooter arcade-style video game. It was developed by Turtle Rock Studios, which was purchased by Valve Corporation during development. The game uses Valve's proprietary Source engine, and is available for Microsoft Windows, Xbox 360 and Mac OS X.

Dialogue

 * Bill: We're doing pretty god damn good. Don't let it go to your head.


 * Bill: No sense dyin of old age, let's go help em.


 * Bill: That door ain't gonna lock itself people.


 * Francis: Look on the bright side, if you don't make it out, I'll still be incredibly handsome.


 * Louis: Pills here.


 * Francis: I hate hospitals


 * Zoey: Game over man, Game over

 Francis: Hey, watch out for that steam pipe.

Zoey: Man, I love Steam.

Francis: Yeah, Steam's alright, I guess. I just hate the pipes.  Zoey: Hey Francis, your latest issue of "Hating Everything" magazine is here.

Francis: I hate latest issues.  Church Lunatic: [when the Survivors try to open the saferoom door] Who's there?

Francis: Let's see: I'm Francis, and that's Grandpa Bill, and - there's *zombies* out here! *Open the GODDAMN DOOR!*  Francis: I hate elevators.

Francis: I hate helicopters.

Francis: I hate hospitals. And doctors and lawyers and cops...

Bill: Francis, is there anything you *don't* hate?

Francis: You know what I don't hate? I don't hate vests.  Louis: Wow, this is just like Counter-Strike!  Louis: [after surviving a zombie attack] We made it! I can't believe we made it!

Bill: [lighting cigarette] Son, we just crossed the street... Let's not throw a party 'til we're out of the city.  Bill: Son of a bitch!  Francis: Attention boat owner! We are... uh... the cops! Yeah the cops! I command you to come pick us up!  Francis: Smoker! You're going to have to use that tongue of yours to pull my foot out of your ass! <hr width="50% "/> Zoey: If it's not one of us, shoot it. <hr width="50% "/> Francis: I hate the water. <hr width="50% "/> Francis: I hate vans. <hr width="50% "/> Francis: I hate sewers. <hr width="50% "/> Francis: I hate train yards. <hr width="50% "/> Francis: I hate subways. <hr width="50% "/> Francis: I hate lawyers. When are they gonna get done practicing law? <hr width="50% "/> Francis: It figures! The only thing in the damn city *not* on fire is the one thing we need to burn *down!* <hr width="50% "/> Bill: Hey, Francis, if I ever turn, can you shoot me?

Francis: What if your beard turns? Can I shoot that?

Bill: ...Don't be an ass, Francis. <hr width="50% "/> Francis: I'm getting tired of all these goddamn vampires!

Bill: They're zombies, Francis!

Francis: Call those freaks whatever you want! <hr width="50% "/> Church Lunatic: NO! No one gets in unless I'm sure they're immune!

Bill: Son, we're immune, we're tired, and there's *Infected* in the damn woods. Now *cut out the shit and let us in!*

Church Lunatic: Only when I know you are human. Get ready for the test.

[starts ringing the church bell]

Church Lunatic: DING DONG! DING DONG! Dinner's served! COME AND GET IT! <hr width="50% "/> Bill: Francis! What the hell are you doing? <hr width="50% "/> Louis: I. Am. Bad. I am bad! Yes I am! Whoo! <hr width="50% "/> Bill: Speak up Francis. Your voice is all muffled from your head being so damn far up your ass! <hr width="50% "/> Bill: I'll see peace back on Earth if I have to murder these animals with my *bare goddamn hands!* <hr width="50% "/> Louis: [as the Tank attacks] Run? Or shoot? [beat; the Tank runs towards the group, knocking Common Infected aside in its wake] Louis: [repeating in a shout] *Run or shoot?* Bill: *Both!* ["gun run" begins] <hr width="50% "/> Louis: [as the Infected attack the church] If you ignore the crazy guy and the zombies, nice town. <hr width="50% "/> Bill: [recurring line] Shut up, Francis. <hr width="50% "/> Francis: [as the Infected attack the church] If we get out of this alive, I'm gonna *frick*-in' *kill* that guy! <hr width="50% "/> Francis: I hate Ayn Rand. <hr width="50% "/> Francis: I hate small towns. <hr width="50% "/> Francis: I hate planes. <hr width="50% "/> Louis: The guys used to laugh when I hit the rifle range at lunch. Ain't so funny *now*, is it? <hr width="50% "/> Zoey: ["Dead Air"; airport security gate] Francis, whatever you do, *don't* take off your shoes. <hr width="50% "/> Zoey: You know, we can *make* you open that goddamn door.

Church Lunatic: [sarcastically] Oh, *really?*

[rings church bell, attracting Infected]

Church Lunatic: *How 'bout NOW?* <hr width="50% "/>

Bill, Francis, Louis, Zoey: [recurring line] Reloading!