Laurie Strode, now the dean of a Northern California private school with an assumed name, must battle the Shape one last time and now the life of her own son hangs in the balance.

Laurie Strode: My brother killed my sister.
Will Brennan: How did he do that?
Laurie Strode: With a really big, sharp kitchen knife.
Tony: Hasn't anyone ever told you that second-hand smoke kills?
Nurse Marion: Yeah, but they're all dead.
[During the opening credits, Dr. Sam Loomis can be heard saying a line from the original "Halloween"]
Dr. Samuel '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 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.
John: It just occured to me today that I've never celebrated Halloween before.
Molly: And why's that?
John: Oh, we've got a psychotic serial killer in the family who loves to butcher people on Halloween, and I just thought it in bad taste to celebrate.
Laurie Strode: How about you? Are you tired of my bullshit?
Will Brennan: I'm a counselor; I'm attracted to it.
Laurie Strode: [it's just her and Michael left at the school] MICHAEEEEL!
Laurie Strode: I'm not who you think I am.
Will Brennan: Okay. Who are you?
Laurie Strode: My name's not Kerri Tate.
Will Brennan: Oooh. What is it?
Laurie Strode: Laurie Strode.
Will Brennan: Strode?
Laurie Strode: Strode. I changed my name when I went into hiding.
Will Brennan: Oh, I like that. That's like... like... like the Witness Protection Program. What did you, like, rat out the mob, or something?
Laurie Strode: My brother killed my sister... when she was 17.
Will Brennan: Well, that's... suck-y. How'd he do that?
Laurie Strode: With a really big, sharp kitchen knife.
Will Brennan: That's terrible. Take off your clothes.
Laurie Strode: You said you'd listen.
Will Brennan: Okay.
Laurie Strode: They locked him up for a long time, but he got out and... he came after me. But I got away. But he killed a lot of my friends. It happened -...
Laurie Strode, Will Brennan:
Laurie Strode: You've heard the story.
Will Brennan: Who hasn't? Michael Myers. It's like 20 years ago, right?
Laurie Strode: 1978.
Will Brennan: And the girl that... What happened to the sister? She died, right?
Laurie Strode: No. She faked her death... and, now, she's the head mistress of a very posh, secluded private school in Northern California.
Will Brennan: What?
Laurie Strode: Hoping and praying every year... that her brother won't find her.
Will Brennan: You're telling me the truth?
Laurie Strode: Now, do you want a drink?
[Laurie, Will and the kids have just survived from Michael]
Will Brennan: Who was that?
Laurie Strode: My brother.
Will Brennan: What should I do?
Laurie Strode: Try to live.
John: 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.
[Fitz decides to contact Haddonfield about Michael Myers]
Det. Matt Sampson: All right, you tell 'em to look for a guy with a cane and Alzheimer's.
Fitz: The guy would be younger than I am, okay? I was 15 when he killed his sister back in '63.
[about shoplifting a bottle of alcoholic drink]
John: I can't believe we're doing this.
Charlie: Desperate measures.
John: It's illegal.
Charlie: It's harmless and expected.
Norma Watson: Oh. Miss Tate. I didn't mean to make you jump. It's Halloween. I guess everyone's entitled to one good scare.
Laurie Strode: I've had my share.
Laurie Strode: Okay, John. I know that you get your smart mouth from my side of the family, so I'll cut you a break.
Ronny: Ah, Fuck Me Shit.
John: Mom, I am not responsible for you. That's it, I've had enough. I can't take it anymore mom. He's dead. Michael Myers is dead.
Sarah: Paging Inconsiderate: Party of One. Okay Charlie, no sex games till I've eaten.
John: If you want to stay handcuffed to your dead brother, that's fine. But you're not dragging me along. Not anymore.
Laurie Strode: My name's not Keri Tate.
Will Brennan: Oooh, what is it?
Laurie Strode: Laurie Strode.
Will Brennan: [laughs] Strode?
John: [His mother won't let him go away on an overnight school camping trip] Dad would let me go.
Laurie Strode: Well, *Dad* is an abusive, chain smoking, methadone addict.
John: Who would attract someone like that?
Laurie Strode: Ouch.
John: And to think *he* left *you*!
Laurie Strode: John! I know you get your smart mouth from my side of the family. But point check, you're going too far!
Sarah: Okay Charlie, no sex kinks till I've eaten.
[to John Tate]
Charlie Devereaux: You're an Oedipal enabler.
[Holding a Hockey Stick]
Jimmy Howell: Jimmy's been suspended five times this year already for gettin' a little crazy with the STICK.

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