Tallahassee: Bill Murray, you’re a zombie? [Wichita hits Bill in his back with a golf club]
Bill Murray: [cries in pain] Ow, I’m on fire! Ouch!
Tallahassee: You’re not a zombie, you’re talking and...you’re okay?
Bill Murray: The hell I am.
Wichita: I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was...it was ‘you’ you.
Tallahassee: Are you...? What’s with the get-up?
Bill Murray: Oh, I do it to blend in. You know. Zombies don’t mess with other zombies. Buddy of mine, makeup guy, he showed me how to do this. Corn starch. You know, some berries, a little licorice for the ladies. Suits my lifestyle, you know. I like to get out and do stuff. Just played nine holes on the Riviera. Just walked on. Nobody there.