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Halloween (1978)

[Referring to a partially eaten dog.] Brackett: A man wouldn't do that. Dr. Loomis: This is not a man.

Laurie: Lynda, if this is a joke, I'll kill you!

[After Michael falls off the balcony] Laurie: Was that the bogeyman? Dr. Loomis: As a matter of fact... it was!

Dr. Sam Loomis: I met him, fifteen years ago. I was told there was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child, with this blind, 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 for I realized what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply... EVIL!

Sheriff Leigh Brackett: It's Halloween, everyone's entitled to one scare.

[After yelling a smart remark to Michael Myers] Annie Brackett: Geez, can't he take a joke? Laurie Strode: You know what, Annie? One of these days you're going to get us all into deep trouble.

Laurie Strode: I saw Mr. Riddle in his backyard, he was watching me. Annie Brackett: Mr. Riddle was watching you? Laurie! Mr. Riddle is eighty-seven! Laurie Strode: He can still watch. Annie Brackett: That's probably all he can do.

Lynda: I can't believe it! We have three new cheers to learn in the morning, I have to get my dress ready and my hair done in the afternoon, the game is at six, and the dance is at eight! I'll be totally wiped out! Laurie Strode: [sarcastically] I don't think you have enough to do tommorrow. Lynda: Totally!

Marion Chambers: Don't you think it would be better if you referred to "it" as "him"? Dr. Sam Loomis: If you say so. Marion Chambers: Your compassion's overwhelming, doctor.

Tommy Doyle: Laurie, what's the boogeyman? Laurie Strode: There's no such thing.

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.

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