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: [Michael Myers' car cruises by the girls walking home from school
] Hey, jerk! Speed kills!
[the car screeches to a halt
: God, can't he take a joke? Laurie
: You know, Annie, some day you're going to get us all in deep trouble. Lynda
: Totally. Annie
: I *hate* a guy with a car and no sense of humor.
: Still spooked? Laurie
: I wasn't spooked. Annie
: Lies! Laurie
: I wasn't! I saw someone standing in Mr. Riddle's back yard. Annie
: Probably Mr. Riddle! Laurie
: He was watching me. Annie
: Mr. Riddle was watching you? Laurie, Mr. Riddle is eighty-seven! Laurie
: He can still watch. Annie
: That's probably all he can do!
: [concerning Annie
] The only reason she babysits is to have a place for... Laurie
: [realizing she had forgot something
] Shit. Annie
: I have a place for *that*! Laurie
: I forgot my chemistry book. Lynda
: So, who cares? I always forget my chemistry book and my math book, and my English book, and my, let's see, my French book, and... well, who needs books anyway? I don't need books. I always forget all my books. I mean, it doesn't really matter if you have your books or not... Hey, isn't that Devon Graham?
[the Shape is lurking by a bush on the sidewalk
: Annie, look! Annie
: Look where? I don't see anything. Laurie
: That guy who passed us in the car before, the one you yelled at! Annie
: Subtle, isn't he?
[marches over to the bush
: Hey, creep!
: Laurie, dear. He wants to talk to you. He wants to take you out tonight. Laurie
: [seeing there's nobody there
] He was standing right there. Annie
: Poor Laurie! Scared another one away. It's tragic, you *never* go out. You must have a small fortune stashed away from babysitting so much. Laurie
: Guys think I'm too smart. Annie
: I don't. I think you're wacko. Now you're seeing men behind bushes!
: So Annie, are we still on for tonight? Annie
: I wouldn't want to get you in deep trouble, Lynda! Lynda
: Oh, come on, Annie! Bob and I have been planning it for weeks. Annie
: All right, the Wallaces leave at seven. Laurie
: I'm babysitting the Doyles, it's two houses down. We can keep each other company! Annie
: Oh, terrific. I've got three choices: watch the kid sleep, listen to Lynda screw around, or talk to you!
: [sees Annie wearing a shirt because her clothes are in the laundry
] Oh, fancy! Annie
: This has not been my night. I spilled butter all over my clothes, they're in the wash. I got stuck in the laundry room... Laurie
: Listen, I want you to call Ben Tramer and tell him you were just fooling around. Annie
: I can't. Laurie
: Yes, you can. Annie
: No, I can't. He went drinking with Mike Godfrey and won't be home until late. You'll have to call him tomorrow. Besides, I'm on my way to pick up Paul. Laurie
: Wait a minute... Annie
: If you watch her, I'll consider talking to Ben Tramer in the morning. Deal? Laurie
[to herself after Annie leaves
: The old Girl Scout comes through again.
: What the fuck! Andy, are you seriously planning on standing out here all night? This is ridiculous! Deputy Webb
: Hey, Annie, I just do what the boss tells me. Annie Brackett
: Well, I'm the boss... of the boss, and I say move your shitbox over there, Kojak, okay? And don't make a federal case out of it, turn off the goddamn gumballs. Deputy Webb
: I'll do what I gotta do. Annie Brackett
] Annie Brackett
: ...what the fuck are YOU gonna do, jackhole?
: 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 "fuck you"! Annie Brackett
: Who is Angel? Laurie!
: Want some egg whites? Sheriff Lee Brackett
: Oh, no. I think I'm gonna get me one of them sticky buns on the way in. Annie Brackett
: Oh, that's great. Pastry for breakfast. Seriously, 500 calories of sugar and shit. Sheriff Lee Brackett
: I know it. I know it.
: [while pawning Lindsey off so she can see her boyfriend, Annie holds a pumpkin
] I can't believe you talked me into carrying this thing. Lindsey Wallace
: I can't believe you think I'm not gonna tell.
: [singing as her and Annie are walking to Tommy's house
] Trick or Treat. Smell my feet. Give me something good to eat. If you don't, I don't care. I'll pull down Annie's underwear! Annie Brackett
: [about the pumpkin she's carrying
] I can't believe you're making me haul this thing all the way over there. Lindsey Wallace
: I can't believe you think that I'm not going to tell. Lindsey Wallace
: [begins to sing again
] Trick or treat. Smell my feet. Give me something good to eat... Annie Brackett
: [while Lindsay is singing
] UGH! I swear to God, Lindsay, if you don't stop singing that song, I'll have a pumpkin smashing party right here in the middle of the street.
: [about Michael Myers
] Oh Please! It's probably just some pervert cruising school Poontang!