Loomis: I met him, fifteen years ago. I was told there was nothing left; no reason, no conscience, no understanding; and even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes... the devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply... evil.
Loomis: [to Brackett] Death has come to your little town, Sheriff.
Brackett: It's Halloween; everyone's entitled to one good scare.
Brackett: I have a feeling that you're way off on this.
Loomis: You have the wrong feeling.
Brackett: You're not doing very much to prove me wrong!
Loomis: What more do you need?
Brackett: Well, it's going to take a lot more than fancy talk to keep me up all night crawling around these bushes.
Loomis: I-I-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. Now, you can either ignore it, or you can help me to stop it.
Brackett: More fancy talk.
Marion: What do I give him when we take him in front of the judge?
Marion: He'll barely be able to sit up!
Loomis: That's the idea.
Loomis: You've fooled them, haven't you, Michael? But not me.
Marion: Don't you think it would be better if you referred to "it" as "him"?
Loomis: If you say so.
Marion: Your compassion's overwhelming, Doctor.
Annie: [Michael Myers' car cruises by the girls walking home from school] Hey, jerk! Speed kills!
[the car screeches to a halt]
Annie: God, can't he take a joke?
Laurie: You know, Annie, some day you're going to get us all in deep trouble.
Annie: I *hate* a guy with a car and no sense of humor.
Dr. Wynn: Now, for God's sake, he can't even drive a car!
Loomis: He was doing very well last night! Maybe someone around here gave him lessons!
Lindsey: I'm scared!
Laurie: There's nothing to be scared of.
Tommy: Are you sure?
Laurie: I killed him...
Tommy: But you can't kill the boogeyman!
Mr. Peter Myers: Michael?
[Mr. Peter Myers takes off the clown mask]
Annie: Still spooked?
Laurie: I wasn't spooked.
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!
Loomis: [pulling his gun after being startled by a crash] You must think me a very sinister doctor... oh, I have a permit.
Brackett: Seems to me you're just plain scared.
Loomis: Yeah, yeah I am...
Lynda: [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?
[as Lonnie is about to enter the Myers house]
Loomis: Hey! Hey, Lonnie, get your ass away from there!
[Lonnie and his mates run. Loomis smiles to himself as a hand grabs his shoulder. He spins around, surprised, to find Brackett]
Loomis: Oh! Jesus!
Brackett: Are you all right?
Loomis: [into phone] You've got to believe me, Officer, he is coming to Haddonfield... Because I know him! I'm his doctor! You must be ready for him... If you don't, it's your funeral.
[the Shape is lurking by a bush on the sidewalk]
Laurie: 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]
Annie: Hey, creep!
Annie: 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!
Loomis: [after Michael escapes from the mental institution] He's gone! He's gone from here! The evil is gone!
[inside Myers' house]
Loomis: Hey... What is that?
Brackett: A dog.
[Loomis and Brackett walk next to dog]
Brackett: It's still warm.
Loomis: He got hungry.
Marion: You're serious about this, aren't you?
Marion: I mean, you really never want him to get out?
Loomis: No, never, ever... never.
Marion: [arriving at Smith's Grove and seeing patients walk the grounds] Since when do they let them just wander around?
Sheriff Leigh Brackett: [beginning to believe Dr. Loomis about Michael's escape and coming to Haddonfield] All right, I'll stay with you tonight. Just for the chance that you are right. And if you are right, damn you for letting him go.
Dr. Wynn: I'm not responsible, Sam.
Loomis: Oh, no.
Dr. Wynn: I told them how dangerous he was.
Loomis: You couldn't have, two roadblocks and an all points bulletin wouldn't stop a five year old.
Dr. Wynn: Well, he's your patient, if you knew that the precautions weren't strong enough, you should have told somebody.
Loomis: I told everybody! Nobody listened.
Dr. Wynn: There's nothing else I can do.
Loomis: You can get back in there and get back on that telephone and tell them exactly who walked out of here last night and tell them exactly where he's going.
Dr. Wynn: Where he's probably going.
Loomis: I've wasted my time.
Dr. Wynn: Sam, Haddonfield is 150 miles away from here. For God's sake, he can't even drive a car!
Loomis: He was doing very well last night! Maybe someone around here gave him lessons.
Lynda: You want a beer?
Lynda: Is that all you can say?
Lynda: Go get me a beer!
Bob: I thought you were gonna get me one?
Bob: I'll be right back. Don't get dressed!
Tommy: It's the boogeyman! The boogeyman's outside!
Laurie: Oh, Tommy, stop it! You're scaring Lindsey. There's nobody out there. Now, if you don't stop this I'm going to have to turn the TV off and send you to bed.
Tommy: Nobody believes me!
Lindsey: I believe you, Tommy.
Laurie: Tommy, unlock the door! Come here, now you listen to me. I want you to go down the stairs, and out the front door. I want you to go down the street to the Mackenzie's house. I want you to tell them to call the police and tell them to send them over here. Now, do you understand me? Go do as I say!
Lynda: It's totally insane. We have three new cheers to learn in the morning, the game is in the afternoon, I have to get my hair done at five, and the dance is at eight! I'll be totally wiped out!
Laurie: [sarcastically] I don't think you have enough to do tomorrow.
Lynda: Now, when we get inside, Annie will distract Lindsey and we go upstairs to the first bedroom on the right. Got it?
Bob: First, I rip your clothes off...
Lynda: Don't rip my blouse. It's expensive, you idiot!
Bob: Then I rip my clothes off, then I rip Lindsey's clothes off. Yeah, I think I got it.
Graveyard Keeper: Yeah, you know every town has something like this happen... I remember over in Russellville, old Charlie Bowles, about fifteen years ago... One night, he finished dinner, and he excused himself from the table. He went out to the garage, and got himself a hacksaw. Then he went back into the house, kissed his wife and his two children goodbye, and then he proceeded to...
Loomis: Where are we?
Graveyard Keeper: Eh? Oh, it's, uh, right over here...
Loomis: Ever done anything like this before?
Marion: Only minimum security.
Loomis: I see.
Marion: The only thing I can't stand is their gibberish... how they keep ranting on and on.
Loomis: You haven't anything to worry about. He hasn't spoken a word in fifteen years.
Lynda: 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!
Tommy: I don't like that story anymore.
Laurie: I thought King Arthur was your favorite.
Tommy: Not anymore.
[takes a stack of comics from under the couch]
Laurie: Why do you keep them under there?
Tommy: Mom doesn't like me having them.
Laurie: Laser Man, Neutron Man. I can understand why. Tarantula Man...
Tommy: Laurie, what's the Boogeyman?
Richie: How is our witch?
Boy: Yeah, our pumpkin?
Tommy Doyle: Leave me alone!
The boys: He's gonna get you, He's gonna get you, He's gonna get you, He's gonna get you!
Richie: Boogeyman is coming!
Tommy Doyle: Leave me alone!
Boy: He doesn't believe us.
Richie: Don't you know what happens on Halloween?
Tommy Doyle: Yeah. We get candies.
The boys: [laugh] Boogeyman, boogeyman, boogeyman!
Tommy: But I saw the boogeyman! I saw him!
Laurie: Okay, what did he look like?
Tommy: Umm... the boogeyman!
Laurie: [to herself, watching kids trick-or-treating] Well, kiddo, I thought you outgrew superstition.
Laurie: [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?
[to herself after Annie leaves]
Laurie: The old Girl Scout comes through again.
Laurie: [in the Wallace house, and noises are coming from upstairs] All right you meatheads, joke's over.
Laurie: Come on, Annie. That's enough.
Laurie: It's most definitely stopped being funny, now cut it out! You'll be sorry.
Tommy: What about the jack-o-lantern?
Laurie: After the movie.
Tommy: What about my comics?
Laurie: After the jack-o-lantern.
Tommy: What about the boogeyman?
Laurie: There's no such thing.
Laurie: [Tommy's scared of the boogeyman] We're getting nowhere. Look, the boogeyman can only come out on Halloween, right? Well, I'm here; I'm not about to let anything happen to you.