Dawn of the Dead 2004 had some good ones.
Ana: The bleeding's not going to stop on its own, I need to stitch his arm.
CJ: What are you, a fucking doctor?
Ana: No, I'm a fucking nurse.
Andre: Hey, my man... I hear you talkin' a lot, you know, you're always
sayin' something... Who the fuck are you, that we should listen? Were
you, like, in a special ops unit in the marines? What the fuck do you
do?
Michael: I sell televisions at Best Buy.
Andre: Hey, officer! How do you like following a guy that sells TVs?
Kenneth: About as much as I like following a guy who steals them.
Michael: Look, there's no point in arguing about this, all right? We
need a solution. We need... we need to get some food over there.
Steve: Yeah, OK, I have an idea. We draw straws and the loser runs across the lot with a ham sandwich.
CJ: Not to shit on anyone's riff here, but let me just see if I grasp
this concept, ok? You're suggesting that we take some fucking parking
shuttles, and reinforce them with some aluminum siding, and then just
head on over to the gun store and watch our good friend Andy play some
cowboy movie jump-on-the-covered-wagon bullshit. Then, we're gonna
drive across a ruined city, through a welcome committee of a few
hundred thousand dead cannibals, all so that we can sail off into the
sunset on this fucking asshole's boat? And head for some island that
for all we know doesn't even exist?
Kenneth: Yeah.
Tucker: Pretty much, yeah.
Ana: [nods her head]
Michael: Yeah.
CJ: Okay... I'm in.