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Freddie Harris: Fear is good. Fear is what gives us the feeling of being alive.

Sara: Fear makes me want to throw up.

Freddie Harris: [''Watching [[w:Hong Kong action cinema|a martial-arts film; ''Hears knock on the door''; ''Opens door''] ] on his motel room television] Get his ass! Get his ass! Get his ass! Who's better than Wat Chun Lee? Whoopin everybody ass while he's smokin a cigarette. Oh, shit. Who's knockin on my door this late? Whoever this is, is distracting me from seeing Wat Chun Lee whoop some ass. Sara? Ooh. Sara, what are you doing here? It's late.

Sara: I'm dropping out.

Freddie Harris: What?

Sara: I'm sorry. It's just I'm so freaked out I can't even sleep.

Freddie Harris: Slow down, slow down. What's the problem?

Sara: Can't you see I'm not like the others?

Freddie Harris: I know you're not like the others. You know you're not like the others. The others ain't nothin but a bunch... of smart-ass, wise-crackin', posin wannabes. You are the real deal. Every existing element about you... is what the internet audience really wants.

Sara: I don't want to be famous.

Freddie Harris: [[w:American dream|the American dream] What do you mean you don't want to be famous? That's ].

Sara: I think I'm just scared.

Freddie Harris: It's okay to be scared. Being scared is good. Fear is good. Fear motivates. Fear gives you the feeling of being alive.

Sara: [[w:Vomiting|want to throw up] Fear makes me ].

Freddie Harris: Trust me, please. When it's all said and done, at the end of the day... you'd be surprised of how much you surprise yourself.

Sara: I'm sorry to bother you. I just...

Freddie Harris: [''Sara leaves, to self''] It's okay. Do me a favor. Sleep on it. We'll talk about it tomorrow. You can sweat it tonight, man. Now take your tail on outta here and go to bed. Ol Freddie boy, damn, you good.

Freddie Harris: [''Fighting Michael''] Let's see what you got!

Freddie Harris: Hey Mikey! Happy Fuckin Halloween!

Freddie Harris: [[w:Chicken-fried steak|Like some chicken-fried] Looking a little crispy over there, Mikey. ] motherfucker. Well, may he never, ever rest in peace.

Freddie Harris: [''Walking through the house dressed like Michael Myers, not knowing the ''REAL'' Michael is right behind him. Suddenly, he turns around''; ''Michael remains still''; ''Taps Michael's forehead''; ''Michael's still remains motionless''; [wikt:get out of Dodge|Get the fuck out of Dodge!; ''Michael finally walks away''] Whoa, shit, man! Charlie, where da fuck you been, man? Don't you know we been lookin all over dis muthafucka for you? And why the hell are you dressed like me anyway? I'm not payin you to be Michael Myers! I'M playin Michael Myers! And if them kids come around and see us dressed up in the same shit, it's going to ruin the whole effect! God damn it! What the hell is wrong with you? I said what are you looking at me like that for? Huh? You don't get it? You don't get it? Your shit up there ain't workin or something? Huh? You need to get you ass back in the garage with Nora! That's your job! Go back in there and help her ass out! Go do your job! I left the back door unlocked for your ass to go out the back and into the garage! That's what I did! You need to get the hell out of here! Go on! Skoot! Skedaddle! ] God damn it... what the hell does somebody gotta do to get a little decent help up in this mothafucka?

Freddie Harris: Michael Myers is a killer shark. In baggy ass overalls who gets his kicks from killing everyone and everything he comes across.

Freddie Harris: Trick or treat, motherfucker!

Freddie Harris: You hit me like I murdered your fucking Mother or something!

Freddie Harris: [''Softly''] Let the dangertainment begin! Up in this motherfucker.