Voodoo Moon

[last lines]

Cole:
[Walking towards car] You know what? Why don't you drive. I've been thinking... how would you feel about teaching me how to draw? [Breathy laugh by Cole and both get into car]

[first lines]

[Cole speaking quietly in latin]

Dutch:
You beat him again, Cole. You beat him again.

Cole:
Evil takes many forms, Heather.

Cole:
It was weird, I woke up dreaming I was in a logging camp.

Heather:
You were fine when we left the reservoir, but now you're as weak as a kitten.

Mary-Ann:
A variation on stigmata, I guess.

Cole:
He's not going to do anything to them tonight, he's too ritualistic. Tonight's the harvest moon. I'm going to lay down.

Lola:
I was strung out on meth. I had hooked up with a bunch of bikers that were messing around with the occult.

Lola:
I just remember him standing there all bad-ass in his black outfit, cussing out the devil in Latin.

Lola:
The barn was gone the next morning.

Diana:
It's Cole! He jumped out of the window!

Heather:
You're him, aren't you?

Daniel:
Of course not.

Cole:
Do I scare you?

Lola:
No, I scare me; because I liked it.

Skinned Old Man:
You will die there, like your mother. I slit her throat.

Dutch:
I hate zombies.