Quotes

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Deborah Myers: Jesus Christ, Ronnie, you know I have to work tonight. Someone around here has got to make some money. Ronnie White: I'm all broken up here bitch, I can't work! Deborah Myers: Yeah, and who's fault is that? Ronnie White: Fuck you. Deborah Myers: Oh, my God, You're so pathetic. Ronnie White: You know that new waitress over at the Bingo Lounge? She's been giving me the freaky eye. Deborah Myers: Oh, the whore the big tits hanging down her knees? Ronnie White: Maybe I will choke the chicken and purge my snork all over those flappy ass tits. Deborah Myers: Good! Well, have a good fucking time! Ronnie White: I will. Deborah Myers: I hope she likes cripples! Ronnie White: Bitch, I will crawl over there, and I will skull fuck the shit outta you! Deborah Myers: Oh, I'll get the crutches for you! Deborah Myers: See what you did? Fucking loudmouth! Ronnie White: [mocks Angel.] Waah! Waah! Waah! That's all that fucker does is cry. Waah! Waah! Waah! Cry and shit. Cry and shit. Waah!

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Wesley Rhoades: What a f*cking pussy, dude. I told you he wouldn't fight. He's all f*cking talk. I was like-- We were fighting, right? You were there. He was like, "I'm not gonna fight you." I was like-- Yes! Wesley Rhoades' friend: I know where he lives. You want to egg his house? Wesley Rhoades: We can totally do that. Wesley Rhoades' friend: Yeah. Wesley Rhoades: Oh. Hey, shit-pants. What's going on? You know, um... I heard your sister got caught selling blow jobs in the bathroom. I heard they had to pump the cum out of her stomach. Wesley Rhoades' friend: [Sucking sound] Wesley Rhoades: Hey, Mikey, how's your mom doing? You know, my old man said that for a buck she'd rub her tits on his face. Young Michael Myers: Shut up. Wesley Rhoades' friend: What the fuck did you say, faggot? Wesley Rhoades: Mikey's upset. Look how tough he is. Hey, ball-licker, check this out. I was thinking of making copies of Mommy for the whole school. Young Michael Myers: Fuck you. Wesley Rhoades: Hey! Tou

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Deborah Myers: Judith! Judith Myers: (coming downstairs) What? Deborah Myers: Would you do me a favor? Please take your brother trick-or-treating. Judith Myers: Why don't you do it? I'm not his mommy. Deborah Myers: Judith, cut the shit! You know I have to go back to work. Judith Myers: What is that sub-human slob over there on the couch doing? Deborah Myers: You know if I could get the lazy drunk off of his fat ass (Ronnie, with a cast on his left arm with writing saying "Suck it!", giving Deborah the middle finger), I would. Ronnie White: Bitch! If you don't think I ain't making a mental list of all your fucking bullshit!

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Dr. Samuel Loomis: [to tape recorder] Hello, hello, hello. Can you talk in there? Young Michael Myers: Hi, I'm Michael Myers-- Dr. Samuel Loomis: Okay, okay, that's fine. That's good, that's good. Okay, we're on. How are you feeling today? Young Michael Myers: Good... can I ask you something? Dr. Samuel Loomis: You can ask me whatever you want. That's why I'm here. If you have anything on your mind, feel free - anything. Young Michael Myers: Okay... why do you talk so funny? Dr. Samuel Loomis: [chuckles] Talk so funny?

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Dr. Samuel Loomis: Why is your hair getting so messy? Young Michael Myers: 'Cause no one sees me. Dr. Samuel Loomis: What are you talking about? I see you every day, your mum - she comes every week. Young Michael Myers: Anybody else? Dr. Samuel Loomis: ...No.

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Young Michael Myers: [Michael puts on a black-colored paper mask] Look at my mask. Dr. Samuel Loomis: Oh, wow... beautiful, yeah. Why is it all... black? Young Michael Myers: 'Cause. It's one of my favorite colors. Dr. Samuel Loomis: Well, actually, black isn't a color, is it? It's the absence of color. In the spectrum of colors, you go from black, which is no color, all the way through to white, which is every color. So, technically... not that it really matters... but black isn't a color.

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Young Michael Myers: Fuck you! I fucking hate this place! Dr. Samuel Loomis: Let it out, Michael! Young Michael Myers: Shut the fuck up! I fucking hate this world! I hate it! [sobs] I just wanna go home... Dr. Samuel Loomis: I'm afraid you can't go home... Young Michael Myers: Why? Dr. Samuel Loomis: Because you've done terrible things.

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Noel Kluggs: [to Michael Myers - claps hands] Hey, let's go, fucknut! It's time to go! [touches one of Michael's masks] Ismael Cruz: Hey, hey, hey, don't touch that. Noel Kluggs: What? Ismael Cruz: He doesn't like it when you touch his masks. Noel Kluggs: God damn! I wouldn't wanna bum the freak out! Ismael Cruz: [puts handcuffs on Michael] Sorry about the chains, Mikey. Noel Kluggs: What do you mean "sorry 'bout these chains"? You got feelings for this big idiot? Is that it? What the fuck, Ismael? What the fuck, man? Ismael Cruz: Hey, I've been helpin' this kid for nearly 20 years. Him and I... you know what, it's none of your business anyway, ok? Noel Kluggs: [Michael looks at Noel] Don't look at me. I'll be a shitstorm in your worst nightmare, motherfucker.

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Tommy Doyle: Yeah, get your jacket, girl! Lindsey Wallace: [scoffs] I am Queen Sheeba! Bow down and worship me.

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Sheriff Leigh Brackett: Doc, you're talkin' like he was some kind of Antichrist. Dr. Samuel Loomis: Well, maybe I am.

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Laurie Strode: Was that the bogeyman? Dr. Samuel Loomis: As a matter of fact, I believe it was.