It's Halloween, Everyone's Entitled To One Good Scare.

Sheriff Leigh Brackett: "I have a feeling that you're way off on this."
Dr. Sam Loomis: "You have the wrong feeling."
Sheriff Leigh Brackett: "You're not doing very much to prove me wrong!"
Dr. Sam Loomis: "What more do you need?"
Sheriff Leigh Brackett: "Well, it's going to take a lot more than fancy talk to keep me up all night crawling around these bushes."
Dr. Sam 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."
Sheriff Leigh Brackett: "More fancy talk."

Double, Double, Toil And Trouble, Fire Burn, And Cauldron Bubble

"It's Halloween! It's Halloween!
The moon is full and bright
And we shall see what can't be seen
On any other night.
Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls,
Grinning goblins fighting duels,
Werewolves rising from their tombs,
Witches on their magic brooms.
In masks and gown we haunt the street
And knock on doors for trick or treat.
Tonight we are the king and queen,
For oh tonight it's Halloween!"

Ahh, They'll All Rot In Hell. Kids

Old Lady: "Is it good dear?"
Old Man: "Meh. It's okay."
Old Lady: "Just okay? You use to love my homemade pies."
Old Man: "Homemade? When did you make this?"
Old Lady: "I've been up for hours sleepyhead. I made it while you were getting your beauty rest."
Old Man: "Last night?"
Old Lady: "There weren't as many trick or treaters last night. Not like the good old days.I had to do something with all those leftover apples. I still can't understand why you buy so many."
Old Man: (the apple's hidden razor blades tear through his throat) "Gahhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Old Lady: "Happy Halloween dear."

When Witches Go Riding, And Black Cats Are Seen, The Moon Laughs And Whispers, ‘Tis Near Halloween.

"Nothing beats a haunted moonlit night on All Hallows Eve.... And on this fatal night, at this witching time, the starless sky laments black and unmoving. The somber hues of an ominous, dark forest are suddenly illuminated under the emerging face of the full moon."

Always Make The Audience Suffer As Much As Possible.

"Fear isn't so difficult to understand. After all, weren't we all frightened as children? Nothing has changed since Little Red Riding Hood faced the big bad wolf. What frightens us today is exactly the same sort of thing that frightened us yesterday. It's just a different wolf. This fright complex is rooted in every individual."

Uh-Uh, Mother-M-Mother, Uh, What Is The Phrase? She Isn't Quite Herself Today.

Norman Bates: "Now mother, I'm going to uh, bring something up..."
Norma Bates: "Haha... I am sorry, boy, but you do manage to look ludicrous when you give me orders."
Norman Bates: "Please, mother."
Norma Bates: "No! I will not hide in the fruit cellar! Ha! You think I'm fruity, huh? I'm staying right here. This is my room and no one will drag me out of it, least of all my big, bold son!"
Norman Bates: "They'll come now, mother! He came after the girl, and now someone will come after him. Please mother, it's just for a few days, just for a few days so they won't find you!"
Norma Bates: "Just for a few days? In that dark, dank fruit cellar? No! You hid me there once, boy, and you'll not do it again, not ever again; now get out! I told you to get out, boy."
Norman Bates: "I'll carry you, mother."
Norma Bates: "Norman! What do you think you're doing? Don't you touch me, don't! NORMAN! Put me down, put me down, I can walk on my own..."

I Keep Telling You, This Isn't 'A Few Birds'! These Are Gulls, Crows, Swifts...!

"I have never known birds of different species to flock together. The very concept is unimaginable. Why, if that happened, we wouldn't stand a chance! How could we possibly hope to fight them?"

Your Nightmares Follow You Like A Shadow, Forever

"Thus fortified I might take my rest in peace. But dreams come through stone walls, light up dark rooms, or darken light ones, and their persons make their exists and their entrances as they please, and laugh at locksmiths."

If You'd Just Let Me Carry Out One Post-Mortem !

"Someone in this village is practicing witchcraft. That corpse wandering on the moors is an undead, a zombie."

Be Afraid. Be Very Afraid.

"How does Brundlefly eat? Well, he found out the hard and painful way that he eats very much the way a fly eats. His teeth are now useless, because although he can chew up solid food, he can't digest them. Solid food hurts. So like a fly, Brundlefly breaks down solids with a corrosive enzyme, playfully called "vomit drop". He regurgitates on his food, it liquifies, and then he sucks it back up. Ready for a demonstration, kids? Here goes..."

I Want You To Be My Date, Rose.

"Oh my God! That's it! That is exactly how he looked when he realized I was watching him in the shower! The only difference is that his hand was touching something else. There was too much steam, so I'm not sure exactly as to what it was, but I probably am better off not knowing."

You Will Not Remember What I Show You Now, And Yet I Shall Awaken Memories Of Love... And Crime... And Death..

Doctor Muller: "Look - the sacred spells which protect the soul in its journey to the underworld have been chipped off the coffin. So Imhotep was sentenced to death not only in this world, but in the next."
Assistant: "Maybe he got too gay with the vestal virgins in the temple."
Doctor Muller: "Possibly."

Exquisite Corpse

"Tran raised his head. Jay had made a long shallow incision from his breastbone to his crotch, neatly parting the skin. Tran could see the layers of fat and muscle beneath. Arthur stood at the foot of the table, his cock and thighs smeared with Tran's blood. his pubic hair matted with it.
Jay thrust the knife into the incision again, and Tran's head fell back. The cold blade twisted inside him, severed some tough membrane with an agonizing crunch, sank into vital softness. Tran heard his own blood pattering onto the table, felt it pooling warmly beneath his back and buttocks. Blood filled his throat, welled past the gag and trickled out the corners of his mouth.
Jay unfastened the gag and pulled it out. A freshet of blood and bile followed it. Tran coughed, retched, tried to scream. It sounded like someone attempting to gargle boiling water. Jay put the knife down, leaned over and cradled him, kissed his bloody mouth, licked his chin, his throat, his swollen nipples, the edges of his incision. Tran felt consciousness beginning to slip away, merciful blackness fogging his brain at last."

Isn't It Touching How A Perfect Murder Has Kept Our Friendship Alive All These Years.

Fran: "I don't know what's come over me tonight. I'm tingling all over".
Arthur Adamson: "I told you about danger, didn't I? First it makes you sick, then when you get through it, it makes you very, very loving".

Everybody Dances With The Grim Reaper

"Gaily I lived as ease and nature taught,
And spent my little life without a thought,
And am amazed that Death, that tyrant grim,
Should think of me, who never thought of him".

All I Know Is That In The Third One, All Bets Are Off.

Sarah Darling: "Has there been another goddamn re-write? How the fuck are we supposed to learn our lines when there's a new script every 15 minutes?"
Ghostface: "It's not just a new script, it's a new movie."
Sarah Darling: "What movie?"
Ghostface: My movie. And it's called: 'Sarah gets skewered like a fucking pig!' Still in character... Sarah?"

Oh Please! By Definition Alone, Sequels Are Inferior Films!

Mark: "I know what it's like to see ghosts that don't go away, to be watching a scary movie in your head... watching it alone."
Sidney: "Ghosts are tough. You can't shoot ghosts."
Mark: "Can't arrest ghosts, but the best way to fight them is to be around people. You're not hiding. You've done the right thing, Ms. Prescott."

You Hang Up On Me Again, I'll Gut You Like A Fish, Understand?

Ghostface: "Name the killer in Friday the 13th."
Casey: "Jason! Jason, Jason!"
Ghostface: "I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer!"
Casey: "No, it's not. No it's not. It was Jason."
Ghostface: "Afraid not. No way."
Casey: "Listen, it was Jason! I saw that movie 20 goddamn times!"
Ghostface: "Then you should know that Jason's mother, Mrs. Voorhees was the original killer. Jason didn't show up until the sequel. I'm afraid that was a wrong answer."
Casey: "You tricked me."
Ghostface: "Lucky for you there's a bonus round, but poor Steve... I'm afraid he's OUT!"

But You Will Sit Through A Movie Called Stab?

Mickey: "Come on Randy, with all due respect, the killer obvious patterned himself after two serial killers who have been immortalized on film."
Film Class Guy #1: "Thank you!"
Teacher: "Are you suggesting that someone's trying to make a real life sequel?"
Randy: "Stab 2? Who'd want to do that? Sequels suck!"

It's Happening Again, Isn't It?

Sydney: "You're as crazy as your son was!"
Debbie: "What did you just say? Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy?"
Sydney: "No, Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect, you did a bang-up job Mrs. Loomis."
Debbie: "It's not wise to patronize a woman with a gun Sidney! Randy spoke poorly of Billy and I got a little knife happy."