Judith Myers: Take that stupid thing off. Steve Haley: Oh, come on, babe. I want to do it with the mask on.
Ronnie White: I'll tell you something. That freak of yours, he needs some serious discipline. I mean, he runs around like a little bitch. Deborah Myers: You know, you leave him alone. Keep your hands off of him. Ronnie White: Give me a fucking break. He's probably a queer. He's gonna grow up, end up cutting his dick and balls off and changing his name to Michelle.
Annie Brackett: (about Michael Myers) Oh Please! It's probably just some pervert cruising school Poontang!
(first title card) Title Card: "The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to break free from the abyss and move silently among us." - Dr. Samuel Loomis
(last lines) Laurie Strode: (bashing in wall) Open!
(first lines) Michael Myers - Child: Come on, sweetie pie. Morning, Elvis. You're a pretty Elvis, aren't you? Yes, you are.
(Michael knocks on stahl door) Big Joe Grizzly: Hey, buddy, just to give you a heads up, I got a taco supreme talking back at me, so I'm going to be a while. So do you mind waiting somewhere else and let me pass this beast in peace? (Michael knocks again) Big Joe Grizzly: Look, brother... if you're looking for some kind of action, you better take it on the arches before I'm done dropping this load. Or you're going to be one sorry A-hole. (Michael doesn't leave, still stands at stahl entrance) Big Joe Grizzly: Okay... you just hold on, Daisy. I've got something for you. (unsheathes knife, opens door) Big Joe Grizzly: Let me introduce myself. I'm Joe Grizzly, bitch. And I'm gonna cut that goddamn mask right off your face, you...
Michael Myers - Child: I like the mask because it hides my face. Deborah Myers: I don't like you to hide your face. Take it off. Michael Myers - Child: It hides my ugliness. Deborah Myers: Sweetie, don't say that. Take it off. You're not ugly. Don't talk like that.OK?... I miss you so much. Michael Myers - Child: I miss you, too.
Ismael Cruz: (Ismael discovers multiple massacred bodies and turns to find Michael standing behind him) Whoa... Mikey... what're you doing out of your room...? Ok... now, don't do nothin' we're both gonna regret later, ok, Mikey...? I'm gonna have to get you back into your room, okay now? (Ismael retrieves handcuffs from a dead guard) Ismael Cruz: Let me get these. I'm just gonna... get these handcuffs and... I'm gonna try and put these handcuffs on you right now, Mikey... and then we'll get you back into your own bed, okay? (Michael extends his hands slowly, Ismael cautiously approaches Michael to put the handcuffs on but is visciously attacked, he begins to bleed and sob) Ismael Cruz: Mikey! I was good to you, Mikey...!
Michael Myers - Child: Look at my mask. Dr. Samuel Loomis: Oh, wow. Beautiful. Yeah. Why is it all black? Michael Myers - Child: '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.
Wesley Rhoades: (Michael Myers looks at Wesley) Don't look at me. I'll be a shitstorm in your worst nightmare, motherfucker.
Ronnie White: (after watching Judith Myers walk up the stairs wearing a super tight pair of shorts) Mmm. Mmm. She's gettin' a mighty fine lookin' dumper on her.
Laurie Strode: (after Michael shows her an old photo of the two of them; unaware he is her brother) I don't understand!
Dr. Samuel Loomis: (as Michael is strangling Laurie) Michael, no! Michael, stop! Michael, stop! For God's sake, listen to me. Look... it's not her fault! Michael, it's my fault. I failed you. Please, let her go. Please.
Dr. Samuel Loomis: The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to move silently among us.