Brad Garrison: You're one hell of a journalist, aren't you, Frank? A hothead, underhanded, hotshot paparazzi with nothing better to do than to invade people's privacy. Frank West: I try... You got a point?
Brad Garrison: Hey, don't be daydreamin' out here!
Frank West: You needed medicine, too. Maybe we should work together. Isabella Keyes: I don't need any help! You people don't know a thing! You're the ones who caused this nightmare! You ruined Santa Cabeza and started all this!
Isabella Keyes: How much do you already know? Have you called for help? Frank West: Whoa, hold your horses, babe. I'm the one who's asking the questions here.
Isabella Keyes: The zombies are created by you, not us. That's what Carlito wants you to know. Frank West: Who? Isabella Keyes: If you want to interview someone, talk to Carlito. He has all the answers. Frank West: You're talking about the guy that took potshots of us with a sniper rifle, aren't you?
