Halloween1978

Sheriff Brackett:
Nothing's going on except kids playing pranks, trick-or-treating, parking, getting high. I have a feeling that you're way off on this.

Dr. Loomis:
You have the wrong feeling.

Sheriff Brackett:
You're not doing very much to prove me wrong!

Dr. Loomis:
What more do you need?

Sheriff Brackett:
Well, it's going to take more than fancy talk to keep me up all night crawling around these bushes.

Dr. Loomis:
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. You can either ignore it, or you can help me to stop it.

Sheriff Brackett:
More fancy talk. Doctor, do you know what Haddonfield is? Families, children, all lined up in rows up and down these streets. You're telling me they're lined up for a slaughterhouse.

Dr. Loomis:
They could be.

Sheriff Brackett:
[thinks for a second] All right, I'll stay here with you tonight, just on the chance that you're right. And if you are right, damn you for letting him go.