Halloween Quotes

Loomis: I met him, 15 years ago; I was told there was nothing left; no reason, no conscience, no understanding in even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this... six-year-old child with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and... the blackest eyes - the Devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven

trying to keep him locked up, because I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply... evil.

Dr. Sartain: [to Laurie] Did you know our friend Hawkins here was the first responding deputy when Michael was apprehended in the 1978? He stopped Loomis from killing Michael that night.
Laurie Strode: Do you know that I pray every night that he would escape?
Officer Hawkins: What the hell do you do that for?
Laurie

Strode: So I can kill him.
Officer Hawkins: Well, that was a dumb thing to pray for.

Laurie Strode: I always knew he'd come back. In this town, Michael Myers is a myth. He's the Boogeyman. A ghost story to scare kids. But this Boogeyman is real. An evil like his never stops, it just grows older. Darker. More determined. Forty years ago, he came to my home to kill. He killed my friends, and now he's back to finish what he started, with me. The one person who's

ready to stop him.

Brackett: I have a feeling that you're way off on this.
Loomis: You have the wrong feeling.
Brackett: You're not doing very much to prove me wrong!
Loomis: What more do you need?
Brackett: Well, it's going to take a lot more than fancy talk to keep me up all night crawling around these

bushes.
Loomis: I-I-I watched him for fifteen years, sitting in a room, staring at a wall; not seeing the wall, looking past the wall; looking at this night, inhumanly patient, waiting for some secret, silent alarm to trigger him off. Death has come to your little town, Sheriff. Now, you can either ignore it, or you can help me to stop it.
Brackett:

More fancy talk.

Allyson: Everyone in my family, like, turns into a nutcase this time of year.
Vicky: If I were you guys, I wouldn't celebrate either. I would just put up a Christmas tree instead. Skip over all the creepy Halloween shit, right? Does your grandma ever talk about it?
Allyson: Yeah, it's pretty much all she talks about. It defines her

life. She's been traumatized ever since.
Dave: Wasn't it her brother who, like, cold-blooded murdilated all those teenagers?
Allyson: No. That's just a bit that some people made up to make them feel better, I think.
Vicky: I mean, that is scary to have a bunch of your friends get butchered by some random crazy person.

Dave: Is it, though? Because, all things considered, there's a lot worse stuff that's happening today. And like, I mean, what, a couple people getting killed by one guy with a knife is not that big of a deal.
Vicky: Dude, her grandmother was almost fucking murdered.
Dave: And she escaped, and they caught him, and now he's

incarcerated. I-I'm just saying, like, by today's standards...
Vicky: Just shut the fuck up, Dave. Shut up.