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.
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.
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