Surviving Terror and Facing Destiny
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They survived the terror... but they can't escape their destiny.
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Fight Back Against Fear
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You can run. You can hide. Or, you can fight... LIKE HELL.
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The Enduring Nature of Family
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Family is forever.
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Expressions of Love in Halloween II
Deborah Myers:
You know who I am, Angel. Now, repeat after me: I love you, Mommy.
Deborah Myers:
I LOVE you, Mommy.
Laurie Strode: [Laurie stops struggling and whispers]
I love you, Mommy.
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Confrontation and Tension Between Friends
Annie Brackett:
Hey, where are you going?
Laurie Strode:
I'm getting the fuck 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:
Fuck it. I mean, daddy's little princess knows all, right?
Annie Brackett:
What are you talking about?
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 "fuck you"!
Annie Brackett:
Who is Angel?! Laurie!
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Childhood Memories and Unease in Gifts
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 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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A Character's Command in a Horror Setting
Michael Myers: [before his defeat]
Die!
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Authority and Dismissal in Conversation
Dr. Samuel Loomis:
When I want your opinion, I'll beat it out of you.
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Affirmation of Michael Myers' Death
Dr. Samuel Loomis: [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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Laurie Strode Reveals Her Family Secret
Laurie Strode: [Drunkenly yelling outside her house]
Hey, world! Guess what. I'm Michael Myers sister! I'm so fucked!
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