Halloween

Deborah Myers:
Jesus Christ Ronnie, you know I have to work tonight. Someone around here has got to make some money.

Ronnie White:
I'm all broken up here b*tch, I can't work!

Deborah Myers:
Yeah, and who's fault is that? You're so pathetic.

Ronnie White:
You know that new waitress over at the Bingo Lounge? She's been giving me the freaky eye.

Deborah Myers:
You mean the whore the big tits hanging down her knees?

Ronnie White:
Maybe I will choke the chicken and purge my snork all over those flappy ass tits.

Deborah Myers:
Good! Well, have a good f***ing time!

Ronnie White:
I will.

Deborah Myers:
I hope she likes cripples!

Ronnie White:
B*tch, I will crawl over there, and I will skull f*** the sh*t outta you!

[Baby Boo starts crying.]

Deborah Myers:
Oh, I'll get the crutches for you!

[Deborah sees Baby Boo crying as she comforts her.]

Deborah Myers:
See what you did? F***ing loudmouth!

Ronnie White:
[mocks Baby Boo.] Waah! Waah! Waah! That's all that f***er does is cry. Waah! Waah! Waah! Cry and sh*t. Cry and sh*t. Waah!

Deborah Myers:
Just like you. That's all you do is cry and sh*t.

Ronnie White:
F*** you, sit on my pole right now b*tch.

Deborah Myers:
F*** off!

Young Michael Myers:
F***... you...

Principal Chambers:
What did you say?

Young Michael Myers:
I said, f***... you!

Principal Chambers:
F*** ME? [grabs Michael by the back of the shirt and escorts him to the principle's office]

Deborah Myers:
Judith!

Judith Myers:
(coming downstairs) What?

Deborah Myers:
Would you do me a favor? Please take your brother trick-or-treating.

Judith Myers:
Why don't you do it? I'm not his mommy.

Deborah Myers:
Judith, cut the sh*t! You know I have to go back to work.

Judith Myers:
What is that sub-human slob over there on the couch doing?

Deborah Myers:
You know if I could get the lazy drunk off of his fat ass (Ronnie, with a cast on his left arm with writing saying "Suck it!", giving Deborah the middle finger), I would.

Ronnie White:
B*tch! If you don't think I ain't making a mental list of all your f***ing bullshit!

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
[to tape recorder] Hello, hello, hello. Can you talk in there?

Young Michael Myers:
Hi, I'm Michael Myers--

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
Okay, okay, that's fine. That's good, that's good. Okay, we're on. How are you feeling today?

Young Michael Myers:
Good... can I ask you something?

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
You can ask me whatever you want. That's why I'm here. If you have anything on your mind, feel free - anything.

Young Michael Myers:
Okay... why do you talk so funny?

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
[chuckles] Talk so funny?

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
Why is your hair getting so messy?

Young Michael Myers:
'Cause no one sees me.

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
What are you talking about? I see you every day, your mum - she comes every week.

Young Michael Myers:
Anybody else?

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
...No.

Young Michael Myers:
[Michael puts on a black-colored paper mask] Look at my mask.

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
Oh, wow... beautiful, yeah. Why is it all... black?

Young Michael Myers:
'Cause. It's one of my favorite colors.

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
Well, actually, black isn't a color, is it? It's the absence of color. In the spectrum of colors, you go from black, which is no color, all the way through to white, which is every color. So, technically... not that it really matters... but black isn't a color.

Young Michael Myers:
F*** you! I f***ing hate this place!

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
Let it out, Michael!

Young Michael Myers:
Shut the f*** up! I f***ing hate this world! I hate it! [sobs] I just wanna go home...

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
I'm afraid you can't go home...

Young Michael Myers:
Why?

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
Because you've done terrible things.

Noel Kluggs:
[to Michael Myers - claps hands] Hey, let's go, fucknut! It's time to go! [touches one of Michael's masks]

Ismael Cruz:
Hey, hey, hey, don't touch that.

Noel Kluggs:
What?

Ismael Cruz:
He doesn't like it when you touch his masks.

Noel Kluggs:
God damn! I wouldn't wanna bum the freak out!

Ismael Cruz:
[puts handcuffs on Michael] Sorry about the chains, Mikey.

Noel Kluggs:
What do you mean "sorry 'bout these chains"? You got feelings for this big idiot? Is that it? What the f***, Ismael? What the f***, man?

Ismael Cruz:
Hey, I've been helpin' this kid for nearly 20 years. Him and I... you know what, it's none of your business anyway, ok?

Noel Kluggs:
[Michael looks at Noel] Don't look at me. I'll be a shitstorm in your worst nightmare, motherf***er.

Tommy Doyle:
Yeah, get your jacket, girl!

Lindsey Wallace:
[scoffs] I am Queen Sheeba! Bow down and worship me.

Sheriff Leigh Brackett:
Doc, you're talkin' like he was some kind of Antichrist.

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
Well, maybe I am.

Laurie Strode:
Was that the bogeyman?

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
As a matter of fact, I believe it was.

Wesley Rhoades:
What a f***ing p*ssy, dude. I told you he wouldn't fight. He's all f*cking talk. I was like-- We were fighting, right? You were there. He was like, "I'm not gonna fight you." I was like-- Yes!

Wesley Rhoades' friend:
I know where he lives. You want to egg his house?

Wesley Rhoades:
We can totally do that.

Wesley Rhoades' friend:
Yeah.

Wesley Rhoades:
Oh. Hey, sh*t-pants. What's going on? You know, um... I heard your sister got caught selling blow jobs in the bathroom. I heard they had to pump the cum out of her stomach.

Wesley Rhoades' friend:
[Sucking sound]

Wesley Rhoades:
Hey, Mikey, how's your mom doing? You know, my old man said that for a buck she'd rub her tits on his face.

Young Michael Myers:
Shut up.

Wesley Rhoades' friend:
What the f*** did you say, f*ggot?

Wesley Rhoades:
Mikey's upset. Look how tough he is. Hey, ball-licker, check this out. I was thinking of making copies of Mommy for the whole school.

Young Michael Myers:
F*** you.

Wesley Rhoades:
Hey! Tough guy! Think she'd suck my dick for a quarter and let me suck her tits?

Young Michael Myers:
Shut up! Shut up!

Wesley Rhoades:
Don't f***ing yell in my face, you b*tch!

Wesley Rhoades' friend:
F*** off!

Principal Chambers:
What the hell is going on here? Break it up! I said break it up! You over there, you over there, you there.

Wesley Rhoades' friend:
He started it.

Principal Chambers:
Shut up!

Young Michael Myers:
F***... you...

Principal Chambers:
What did you say?

Young Michael Myers:
I said, f***... you!

Principal Chambers:
F*** ME? [grabs Michael by the back of the shirt and escorts him to the principal's office] Come here.

Young Michael Myers:
My bag!

Principal Chambers:
Grab it!

Samuel Loomis:
Inside every one us, there exists a dark side. Most people rise above it, but some are consumed by it. Until there is nothing left, but pure evil.

Samuel Loomis:
These eyes will deceive you; they will destroy you. They will take from you your innocence, your pride, and eventually your soul. These eyes do not see what you and I see. Behind these eyes one finds only blackness, the absence of light. These are the eyes of a psychopath.

Samuel Loomis:
I really don't know what else to say, Michael. You haven't said a word for fifteen years! Christ, that's a lifetime. That's nearly twice as long as my first marriage. Wow. It's strange, Michael. In a weird way you've become like... like my best friend. Huh! That just shows you how f***ed up my life is. I've done all I possibly can for you, so I'm sorry to tell you that this is going to be my last day. Michael, I have to move on. I'm sorry.

Ismael Cruz:
Hey Mikey, how you doin'? Look, you can't let those walls get you down. Believe me, I know. I spent a little time behind walls. I know they can drive you crazy. You gotta look beyond the walls, you know? Learn to live inside your head.

Ismael Cruz:
[Last words as Michael attacks him] I was good to you, Mikey! I was good to you!