Halloween II2009

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.