"Don't do it. That's the house where it all started. He walked it's hallways. Hide in it's closets. Dreamed in it's bedrooms. Helped his Mother in the kitchen. Watched TV in the living room with his Dad. Played in his Sisters bedroom. Then one day he picked up a knife and he never put it down again."

"I'm interested in how Michael Myers embodies the politics of violence embedded in pop mythology."

"[Michael enters Harold's room, gives him his bloodied butcher knife, then removes his clown mask with Harold looks in awe] Michael Myers. Born October 19th, 1957. Killed his older sister, October 31st, 1963. Killed three high school students, October 31st, 1978. Also killed three nurses and a paramedic, same night. [Chuckles] Was believed to be dead, then killed four students, Hillcrest Academy, 1998. Has been missing, unheard of, last three years. Now he's back. [Laughs]"

"You are, like, this close to getting voted off the island. [Smacks Bill]"

"You know, Donna, you got great legs. What time do they open? [Donna gives him the finger] That'd be one o'clock?"

"She must be going for the first Internet Emmy."

"Brad Loree - Michael Myers"

"[About Myers' bed] This must be where the demon was conceived."

"[Fighting Michael] Let's see what you got!"

"Never underestimate the effect of a poor diet. Too much protein, not enough zinc. Next thing you know, you're cutting up bodies in the bathtub. I mean, look at Hitler. He was a vegetarian. The brother was seriously malnourished."

"Looking a little crispy over there, Mikey. Like some chicken-fried motherfucker. Well, may he never, ever rest in peace."

"Hey Mikey! Happy Fuckin' Halloween!"

"You want some of this? Huh? You want to try and fucking kill me? Huh? You like sushi, motherfucka?"

"Busta Rhymes - Freddie Harris"

"[Walking through the house dressed like Michael Myers, not knowing the REAL Michael is right behind him. Suddenly, he turns around] Whoa, shit, man! Charlie, where da fuck you been, man? Don't you know we been lookin' all over dis muthafucka for you? And why the hell are you dressed like me anyway? I'm not payin' you to be Michael Myers! I'M playin Michael Myers! And if them kids come around and see us dressed up in the same shit, it's going to ruin the whole effect! God damn it! What the hell is wrong with you? [Michael remains still] I said what are you looking at me like that for? [Taps Michael's forehead] Huh? You don't get it? You don't get it? Your shit up there ain't workin or something? Huh? You need to get you ass back in the garage with Nora! That's your job! Go back in there and help her ass out! Go do your job! I left the back door unlocked for your ass to go out the back and into the garage! That's what I did! You need to get the hell out of here! [Michael's still remains motionless] Go on! Skoot! Skedaddle! Get the fuck out of Dodge! [Michael finally walks away] God damn it... what the hell does somebody gotta do to get a little decent help up in this mothafucka?"

"[Trying to lure Michael away from Sara] Hey, Michael. Yeah, I'm talkin' to you. You want a piece of me?"

"Bianca Kajlich - Sara Moyer"

"I knew you'd come for me sooner or later. What took you so long?"

"You failed, Michael. You want to know why? Because I'm not afraid of you. But what about you? Are you afraid of me? Are you afraid to die, Michael?"

"[After kissing Michael's mask before he sends her falling to her death] I'll see you in Hell."

"Trick or treat, motherfucker!"

"Let the dangertainment begin! [Softly] Up in this motherfucker."

"You hit me like I murdered your fucking Mother or something!"

"Everyone can see you. Everyone can hear you. But on July 12th, no one can help you."

"Michael Myers is a killer shark. In baggy ass overalls who gets his kicks from killing everyone and everything he comes across."

"[voiceover] I met him fifteen years ago. I was told there was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding. Not 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."

"Because today is the day. I can feel it. Today is the day you are going to realize that I am seventeen years old and your overprotection and paranoia is inhibiting my growing process."

"After two decades away, guess who's coming to Halloween?"

"This summer, terror won't be taking a vacation."