Ashley: Yes! It happens if it bit you, you're gonna turn into one and then you're gonna turn on us! Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!

You: You can't be down here with us.

Emily: What?!

Sam: Mike!

You: You gotta go.

Emily: Are you kidding me?!

You: You're putting us all in danger!

Emily: Like hell, I am!

You: Emily, you can't stay here!

Sam: Mike, just cool your head, okay? We don't know if it works like that. Maybe it's just a bite.

Chris: I've seen what these fuckers can do. I don't want to see it again.

Emily: What is this? Guys, what are you doing?

You: Door's right here. I am letting you do this voluntarily.

Emily: Oh, no, you're just making yourself feel better about sending me to my death. Since you know, there's a Wendigo out there rip me to pieces, like it did with--

Ashley: Oh, my God, will you just go?! Go, get out of here!

You grabbed the gun and point it at Emily.

Sam: Whoa!

Emily: Okay...

Sam: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mike. Calm down!

Emily: You're going to shoot me? Mike, me?