Halloween II

Deborah Myers:
Do you like your present?

Young Michael Myers:
Yeah.

Deborah Myers:
What's wrong, Michael?

Young Michael Myers:
It reminds me of something.

Deborah Myers:
What? What does it remind you of?

Young Michael Myers:
Just a dream that I had last night.

Deborah Myers:
What kind of dream? Was it a good dream or was it a bad dream?

Young Michael Myers:
It was a good dream. A really good dream. You were dressed in all white, like a ghost. Like a really beautiful ghost. You were walking down this white hallway with this big white horse saying you were gonna come and take me back home.

Deborah Myers:
I wish I could take you home, honey. I miss you there.

Young Michael Myers:
I miss you too.

Deborah Myers:
Aw. Whenever you look at the horse, you can think of Mommy, okay?

Young Michael Myers:
Okay.

Deborah Myers:
Okay. Hmmm..., Are you ticklish?

Young Michael Myers:
No.

Deborah Myers:
I forgot. I thought you were.

Young Michael Myers:
No, I'm not.

[Deborah tickles Michael.]

Deborah Myers:
Yes, you are. That's the face I wanna see. Okay? Cheer up.

Young Michael Myers:
Okay.

Deborah Myers:
All right. Okay. No more gloom.

Young Michael Myers:
Okay.

Deborah Myers:
Okay.

[Annie sees Laurie leaving.]

Annie Brackett:
Hey, where are you going?

Laurie Strode:
I'm getting the f*** out of here.

Annie Brackett:
Wait. Wait, hey! Listen, my dad called. He was trying to find you.

Laurie Strode:
Yeah, I bet he was. Tell me you didn't know, please! Tell me you didn't know.

Annie Brackett:
Know what?

Laurie Strode:
F*** it. I mean, daddy's little princess knows all, right?

Annie Brackett:
What are you talking about?

[Laurie is about to leave, but Annie stops her.]

Annie Brackett:
Hey, stop. Calm down. Look at me. What is going on? Let me just call my dad, okay? We can talk to him.

Laurie Strode:
You know what? I have a message for your dad. Tell him that Angel says "f*** you"!

[Laurie storms off.]

Annie Brackett:
Who is Angel?! Laurie!

Deborah Myers:
You know who I am, Angel. Now, repeat after me: I love you, Mommy.

[Laurie being held down by young Michael in her mind]

Deborah Myers:
I LOVE you, Mommy.

Laurie Strode:
[Laurie stops struggling and whispers] I love you, Mommy.

Laurie Strode:
[Drunkenly yelling outside her house] Hey, world! Guess what. I'm Michael Myers' sister! I'm so f***ed!

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
[When asked about the fate of Michael Myers] Let me make things clear, Michael Myers is Dead. D.E.A.D. Dead.

Dr. Samuel Loomis:
When I want your opinion, I'll beat it out of you.

Michael Myers:
[before his defeat] "Die!"