Bill Summers: It's the same drums we heard the other night. Voodoo drums! Come on, we've got to find him!
Jefferson 'Jeff' Jackson: Oh Mr. Billy, we found enough for one day!

Samantha, the Maid: What you doing in that lineup?
Jefferson 'Jeff' Jackson: Don't bother me woman. Can't you see I is a has-been?
Samantha, the Maid: A zombie?
Jefferson 'Jeff' Jackson: Nothing else but. And don't ask me my name, 'cuz I don't know. I don't know nothing.
Samantha, the Maid: You ain't no zombie, 'cuz zombies can't talk.
Jefferson 'Jeff' Jackson: Can I help it 'cuz I'm loquacious?

Jefferson 'Jeff' Jackson: [Eating the food set out for the zombies] This being a zombie sure is a drawback. Where's the salt?
Samantha, the Maid: You eats that the way it is and likes it. Zombies ain't supposed to use salt.
Jefferson 'Jeff' Jackson: [Samantha brings Jeff the salt] I thought you said!
Samantha, the Maid: I changed my mind.
Jefferson 'Jeff' Jackson: [Samantha continues to pour the salt] That's more like it. Take it easy there woman, I ain't no herring!
Samantha, the Maid: Now eat.
Jefferson 'Jeff' Jackson: [Samantha keeps pouring the salt] Whew! What is you trying to do? Poison me?

Jefferson 'Jeff' Jackson: [hearing voodoo drums] It ain't Gene Krupa!

Jefferson 'Jeff' Jackson: [Squeezing between two hypnotized "zombies"] Move over boys, I'm one of the gang now.