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Michael Myers: [before his defeat] "Die!"
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Deborah Myers: Do you like your present?
Young Michael Myers: Yeah.
Deborah Myers: What's wrong, Michael?
Young Michael Myers: It reminds me of something.
Deborah Myers: What? What does it remind you of?
Young Michael Myers: Just a dream that I had last night.
Deborah Myers: What kind of dream? Was it a good dream or was it a bad dream?
Young Michael Myers: It was a good dream. A really good dream. You were dressed in all white, like a ghost. Like a really beautiful ghost. You were walking down this white hallway with this big white horse saying you were gonna come and take me back home.
Deborah Myers: I wish I could take you home, honey. I miss you there.
Young Michael Myers: I miss you too.
Deborah Myers: Aw. Whenever you look at the horse, you can think of Mommy, okay?
Young Michael Myers: Okay.
Deborah Myers: Okay. Hmmm..., Are you ticklish?
Young Michael Myers: No.
Deborah Myers: I forgot. I thought you were.
Young Michael Myers: No, I'm not.
[Deborah tickles Michael.]
Deborah Myers: Yes, you are. That's the face I wanna see. Okay? Cheer up.
Young Michael Myers: Okay.
Deborah Myers: All right. Okay. No more gloom.
Young Michael Myers: Okay.
Deborah Myers: Okay.
Young Michael Myers: Yeah.
Deborah Myers: What's wrong, Michael?
Young Michael Myers: It reminds me of something.
Deborah Myers: What? What does it remind you of?
Young Michael Myers: Just a dream that I had last night.
Deborah Myers: What kind of dream? Was it a good dream or was it a bad dream?
Young Michael Myers: It was a good dream. A really good dream. You were dressed in all white, like a ghost. Like a really beautiful ghost. You were walking down this white hallway with this big white horse saying you were gonna come and take me back home.
Deborah Myers: I wish I could take you home, honey. I miss you there.
Young Michael Myers: I miss you too.
Deborah Myers: Aw. Whenever you look at the horse, you can think of Mommy, okay?
Young Michael Myers: Okay.
Deborah Myers: Okay. Hmmm..., Are you ticklish?
Young Michael Myers: No.
Deborah Myers: I forgot. I thought you were.
Young Michael Myers: No, I'm not.
[Deborah tickles Michael.]
Deborah Myers: Yes, you are. That's the face I wanna see. Okay? Cheer up.
Young Michael Myers: Okay.
Deborah Myers: All right. Okay. No more gloom.
Young Michael Myers: Okay.
Deborah Myers: Okay.
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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.
[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.
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[Annie sees Laurie leaving.]
Annie Brackett: Hey, where are you going?
Laurie Strode: I'm getting the **** out of here.
Annie Brackett: Wait. Wait, hey! Listen, my dad called. He was trying to find you.
Laurie Strode: Yeah, I bet he was. Tell me you didn't know, please! Tell me you didn't know.
Annie Brackett: Know what?
Laurie Strode: **** it. I mean, daddy's little princess knows all, right?
Annie Brackett: What are you talking about?
[Laurie is about to leave, but Annie stops her.]
Annie Brackett: Hey, stop. Calm down. 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 "**** you"!
[Laurie storms off.]
Annie Brackett: Who is Angel?! Laurie!
Annie Brackett: Hey, where are you going?
Laurie Strode: I'm getting the **** out of here.
Annie Brackett: Wait. Wait, hey! Listen, my dad called. He was trying to find you.
Laurie Strode: Yeah, I bet he was. Tell me you didn't know, please! Tell me you didn't know.
Annie Brackett: Know what?
Laurie Strode: **** it. I mean, daddy's little princess knows all, right?
Annie Brackett: What are you talking about?
[Laurie is about to leave, but Annie stops her.]
Annie Brackett: Hey, stop. Calm down. 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 "**** you"!
[Laurie storms off.]
Annie Brackett: Who is Angel?! Laurie!
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[Drunkenly yelling outside her house] Hey, world! Guess what. I'm Michael Myers' sister! I'm so ****ed!
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[When asked about the fate of Michael Myers] Let me make things clear, Michael Myers is Dead. D.E.A.D. Dead.
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When I want your opinion, I'll beat it out of you.