This has not been my night. I spilled butter all over my clothes, they're in the wash. I got stuck in the laundry room...
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This has not been my night. I spilled butter all over my clothes, they're in the wash. I got stuck in the laundry room...
Don't you know what happens on Halloween?
I want you to go down the street to the Mackenzie's house. I want you to tell them to call the police and tell them to send them over here.
Shit, Earl. It's Ted Hollister.
It's the boogeyman! The boogeyman's outside!
What are you, deaf? Don't try that Halloween shit with me.
Whoever you are, I have a big dog with me, and he bites!
Oh, yeah... I catch you gropin' my daughter, I'll use that shotgun on you. You understand?
You don't believe in the Boogeyman?
This has not been my night. I spilled butter all over my clothes, they're in the wash. I got stuck in the laundry room...
We're not talking about any ordinary prisoner, Hoffman! We are talking about evil on two legs.
He's waited for this night... he's waited for me... I've waited for him.
We're not talking about any ordinary prisoner, Hoffman! We are talking about evil on two legs.
Halloween... the festival of Samhain!
Don't you know what happens on Halloween?
Jesus ain't got nothin' to do with this place.
Every kid in Haddonfield thinks this place is haunted.
Ten years ago, he tried to kill Laurie Strode. Now he wants her daughter.
I've seen lots of people on drugs. The man was in complete control. He looked like a businessman!
Look, Jimmy, rule number one, never get involved with a patient. Nurses, that's another story.
He's gone! He's gone from here! The evil is gone!
Martians could land on Ben's doorstep and all he'd do is spit once and get himself a shotgun.
I know you're talking about smoking weed. Don't lie to me. That's against the rules, I'm telling my mom.
Shit, Earl. It's Ted Hollister.
You mean from the Myers House? That little kid who killed his sister? But he's in a hospital somewhere!
All witches, all skeletons, all Jack-O-Lanterns, gather 'round and watch. Watch the magic pumpkin. Watch...
Everyone in my family, like, turns into a nutcase this time of year.
I ought to handcuff you to the wheel, but I have a feeling I'm gonna need you in there.
An hour ago I stood up and fired six shots into him and then he just got up and walked away.
If that wasn't Michael Myers burning up in that car, then a lot of other kids are going to be slaughtered tonight.