Laurie Strode struggles to come to terms with her brother Michael's deadly return to Haddonfield, Illinois; meanwhile, Michael prepares for another reunion with his sister.

Mark: [to Michael] Are you a giant? Can we be friends?
Laurie Strode: [Yelling outside her house, drunk] Hey, world! Guess what. I'm Michael Myers' sister! I'm so fucked!
Sam Loomis: I shot him 6 times! I shot him in the heart-but... HE'S NOT HUMAN!
Sheriff Lee Brackett: Man was meant to eat meat. We, all of us, have a little bit caveman in us.
Dr. Sam Loomis: It's Time, Michael.
Weird Al Yankovic: I'm a little confused. Are we talking about the "Austin Powers" Mike Myers or is this someone else?
Dr. Samuel Loomis: Michael Myers is fucking dead!
Annie Brackett: What the fuck! Andy, are you seriously planning on standing out here all night? This is ridiculous!
Deputy Webb: Hey, Annie, I just do what the boss tells me.
Annie Brackett: Well, I'm the boss... of the boss, and I say move your shitbox over there, Kojak, okay? And don't make a federal case out of it, turn off the goddamn gumballs.
Deputy Webb: I'll do what I gotta do.
Annie Brackett: Wha...
[laughs]
Annie Brackett: , what the fuck are YOU gonna do, jackhole?
Janet: Julie saw him, you know.
Bud: Who?
Janet: Michael Myers.
Bud: Come on...!
Janet: I swear, yesterday when she was coming to work.
Bud: Where'd she see him?
Janet: You know the Shop And Bag out by the mall? She stopped at the light and saw him walking in that field behind the Lost River Drive In. Julie said he was so creepy.
Bud: Julie's full of shit. He didn't escape until last night.
Janet: You don't have to swear about it.
Bud: She's a goddamn moron anyway.
Janet: Every other word you say is either hell or shit or damn.
Bud: Sorry. I guess I just fuck up all the time.
Annie Brackett: Look at me. What is going on? Let me just call my dad, okay? We can talk to him.
Laurie Strode: You know what? I have a message for your dad. Tell him that Angel says "fuck you"!
Annie Brackett: Who is Angel? Laurie!
[after Michael disappears]
Doyle Neighbor: What's going on out here?
Sam Loomis: Call the police! Tell the sheriff I shot him!
Doyle Neighbor: Who?
Sam Loomis: Tell him, he's still on the loose!
Doyle Neighbor: Is this some kind of joke? I've been trick-or-treated to death tonight.
Sam Loomis: [looks at the blood on his hand] You don't know what death is!
Laurie Strode: [walking around the hospital] I-I need something for my head!
[pause]
Laurie Strode: [yells out] HELLO?
Wolfie: What are you supposed to be? A sexy vampire?
Harley David: I'm a chick who's dressed up as a dude who wants to be a chick.
Wolfie: But you are a chick, though, right?
Harley David: Why don't you put your hands down my pants and find out, Wolfman.
Wolfie: At this point I don't really care. But seriously, you have a vagina?
Dr. Sam Loomis: Did you see the blackboard back there in the elementary school?
Marion Chambers: Yeah.
Dr. Sam Loomis: In order to appease the gods, the Druid priests held fire rituals. Prisoners of war, criminals, the insane, animals... were... burned alive in baskets. By observing the way they died, the Druids believed they could see omens of the future. Two thousand years later, we've come no further. Samhain isn't evil spirits. It isn't goblins, ghosts or witches. It's the unconscious mind. We're all afraid of the dark inside ourselves.
Dr. Sam Loomis: If that wasn't Michael Myers burning up in that car, then a lot of other kids are going to be slaughtered tonight.
Deputy Gary Hunt: He's dead. You saw it.
Dr. Sam Loomis: I saw a man in a mask.
Deputy Gary Hunt: It was him.
Dr. Sam Loomis: I want to believe you, but I have to be sure. I can't stop until I'm certain that he's dead.
Deputy Gary Hunt: You're talking about him like he's some kind of animal.
Dr. Sam Loomis: He was my patient for fifteen years. He became an obsession with me until I realized that there was nothing within him, neither conscious nor reason that was... even remotely human. An hour ago I stood up and fired six shots into him and then he just got up and walked away. I am talking about the real possibility that he is STILL OUT THERE!
Sheriff Leigh Brackett: You know, doctor, I'm just about there.
Sam Loomis: What?
Sheriff Leigh Brackett: The point where I stop taking orders from you.
[Hunt notices that Dr. Loomis is holding a revolver]
Sam Loomis: [to Hunt] Heightens my sense of security.
Deborah Myers: You know who I am, Angel. Now, repeat after me: I love you, Mommy.
[Laurie being held down by young Michael in her mind]
Deborah Myers: I LOVE you, Mommy.
Laurie Strode: [Laurie stops struggling and whispers... ] I love you, Mommy.
Voice on Radio: Unit calling, identify.
Marion Chambers: Marion Chambers with Dr. Loomis at the clinic - he's here!
Voice on Radio: Ah, ten-four. Unit calling, identify suspect.
Marion Chambers: Michael Myers! Just get your ass over here!
[after discovering that Annie is dead]
Sheriff Leigh Brackett: Damn you...
Sam Loomis: I'm sorry...
Sheriff Leigh Brackett: What have you done...
Sam Loomis: I haven't done anything.
Sheriff Leigh Brackett: YOU LET HIM OUT!
Sam Loomis: I didn't let him out. I gave orders for him to be restrained.
[the patrolman exits the Myers house after unsuccessfully searching for Michael Myers]
1st Patrolman: Empty. Plus, we've covered the whole east end of town.
Deputy Gary Hunt: Check it again.
1st Patrolman: He just isn't there.
Deputy Gary Hunt: Check it again!
Jimmy: God, they should have handled him more carefully.
Laurie Strode: Who?
Jimmy: Michael Myers.
Laurie Strode: Michael Myers?
Jimmy: Yeah, he's the guy who was after you tonight.
Laurie Strode: You mean from the Myers House? That little kid who killed his sister? But he's in a hospital somewhere!
Jimmy: He escaped last night.
Laurie Strode: How do you know?
Jimmy: It's all over the radio. Television too, it's on right now.
Laurie Strode: [gasps] Why me? I mean, why *me*?
Deborah Myers: We're done waiting. Only a river of blood can bring us back together. It's up to you. It's always been up to you, Michael.
Coroner Hooks: Six guys to lift one stiff. That's one for the books.
Annie Brackett: Want some egg whites?
Sheriff Lee Brackett: Oh, no. I think I'm gonna get me one of them sticky buns on the way in.
Annie Brackett: Oh, that's great. Pastry for breakfast. Seriously, 500 calories of sugar and shit.
Sheriff Lee Brackett: I know it. I know it.
Budd: [singing] Amazing Grace, come sit on my face / Don't make cry / I need your pie...
Jimmy: Look why don't you just shut up, all right?
[Graham examines the burned corpse that was erroneously thought to be Michael Myers]
Graham: No fillings. He's young. Maybe seventeen, maybe eighteen.
Sam Loomis: Michael Myers is 21.
Michael Myers: [From Alternative Ending]
[before stabbing Loomis]
Michael Myers: DIE!
Marion Chambers: Dr. Loomis, you've been ordered back to Smith's Grove.
Dr. Sam Loomis: Ordered? You can't order me.
Marion Chambers: No, no, but the Governor can. He spoke to Dr. Rogers personally a few hours ago.
Dr. Sam Loomis: The Governor? Well, well...
Marion Chambers: Dr. Loomis, this thing is all over the state! The patient escapes once, murders three teenagers; you shoot him with a gun, he escapes again.
Dr. Sam Loomis: Someone should've listened to me earlier.
Marion Chambers: I know. I'm sorry. Dr. Rogers is just afraid this could jeopardize our whole rehabilitation program. He doesn't want anyone from the health department anywhere near Haddonfield.
Dr. Sam Loomis: Why'd he send you down here, then?
Marion Chambers: In case you'd already found him... alive.
Dr. Sam Loomis: Tell Dr. Rogers. Tell him you couldn't find me, tell him anything! I can't leave Haddonfield now.
Marion Chambers: I'm afraid you don't have a choice. There's a marshal waiting for you outside.
Mr. Garrett: I think somebody broke into the store room.
[the walkie talkie that Janet is holding has static, making Mr. Garrett's voice sound inaudible]
Janet: Mr. Garrett? I can't hear you.
Mr. Garrett: One of you had better drive down to the sheriff's station right away.
Sam Loomis: I'm sorry I left you. Are you all right?
Laurie Strode: Why won't he die?
[after discovering Laurie is Michael's sister]
Sam Loomis: [to the Marshall] Turn this car around, now!
Marshal: I can't do that. I have orders.
[draws gun and points it at him]
Sam Loomis: Well those orders have changed!
Marshal: Doctor, you're getting yourself into a lot of trouble.
Sam Loomis: What is it you guys usually do? Fire a warning shot, right?
[Loomis shoots out the window, and the car screeches and turns about]
Karen: [hesitating to give Darcy a ride home] Can't you ask Eddie Lee?
Darcy: He's in Russellville!
Karen: It's five minutes to your house, another five minutes to the hospital. Mrs. Alves is going to kill me!
Darcy: You promised.
Karen: [giving in] I know I did.
Dr. Sam Loomis: [to Marion] There's a two-way radio in the Marshal's car. I want you to go outside, get on that radio and get Hunt!
Marshal: Now wait a minute! I'm the only one authorized to use that!
Dr. Sam Loomis: [to Marion] Move!
Mrs. Alves: Time's up, Jimmy. Let's go.
Jimmy: OK. OK.
Mrs. Alves: No you won't. Visiting hours are definitely over.
Bud: Look, Jimmy, rule number one, never get involved with a patient. Nurses, that's another story. But patient is no good, it never works out.
Mrs. Alves: I'm trying to reach Mr. or Mrs. Morgan Strode. They've left? Could you give me another number? All right. Thank you. You should've called them right away. Now I can't find them.
Janet Marshall: I didn't know.
Mrs. Alves: Right away.
Janet Marshall: I'm sorry, Mrs. Alves.
Jimmy: I'll be with Laurie. Cover for me.
Mrs. Alves: I heard that. Two minutes. That's it.
Budd: Happy Halloween.
Karen: Budd, you are the biggest jerk I have ever met.
Budd: But you love me...
Karen: Yeah, and I'm an idiot.
Mrs. Alves: Men! Can't live with them, can't live without them.
Dr. Mixter: Janet, get me some more coffee!
[Dr. Loomis orders the Marshal around at gun-point]
Dr. Sam Loomis: Go and check all the rooms down there! Go on!
Marion Chambers: Dr. Loomis!
Dr. Sam Loomis: You stay with me and shut up!
Jimmy: Jill, where's Dr. Mixter?
Jill: Ah, he's been at the country club. I think he's drunk.
Budd: Oh, great!
Dr. Sam Loomis: I ought to handcuff you to the wheel, but I have a feeling I'm gonna need you in there. Can I trust you?
Marshal: What have I got to lose, except my job?