The Lost Boys

The Lost Boys quotes

62 total quotes (ID: 1064)

Alan Frog
David
Edgar Frog
Grandpa
Others
Sam Emerson


Michael Emerson: [upon seeing Grandpa's workroom, filled with deer heads] Talk about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.


Michael: You afraid to face me, David?
David: I tried to make you immortal.
Michael: You tried to make me a killer!
David: You are a killer! My turn. Stop fighting me, Michael. I don't want to kill you. Join us.
Michael: Never!
David: It is too late, my blood is in your veins.
Michael: So is mine!

Michael: Grandpa, is it true that Santa Carla's the murder capital of the world?
Grandpa: There are some bad elements around here.
Sam: Wait a second, let me get this straight. You're telling me we've moved to the murder capital of the world? Are you serious, Grandpa?
Grandpa: Well, let me put it this way. If all the corpses buried around here were to stand up all at once we'd have one hell of a population problem.

Max: It was all going to be so perfect, Lucy. Just like one big happy family. Your boys. And my boys.
Edgar: Great. The bloodsucking Brady Bunch.

Mother: Dad! Dad, are you all right?
Grandpa: One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach. All the damn vampires.

Max: Don't ever invite a vampire into your house, you silly boy. It renders you powerless.
[Sam turns to Edgar and whispers.]
Sam: Did you know that?
Edgar: Of course. Everyone knows that.

Look at your reflection in the mirror. You're a creature of the night, Michael. Just like out of a comic book. You're a vampire, Michael. My own brother, a goddam shit-sucking vampire. You wait 'til Mom finds out!

Rules! We've got some rules around here. Second shelf is mine. That's where I keep my root beers and my double-thick Oreo cookies. Nobody touches the second shelf but me. There's another rule around here, and I want you to pay close attention. Don't touch anything. Everything is exactly where I want it.

I think I should warn you all, when a vampire bites it, it's never a pretty sight. No two blood suckers go out the same way. Some yell and scream, some go quietly, some explode, some implode. But, all will try and take you with them.

Holy shit, it's the attack of Eddie Munster!

Maggots, Michael. You're eating maggots. How do they taste?

What, you don't like rice? Tell me Michael, how could a billion Chinese people be wrong?

That's what I love about this place. You ask, and then you get.

Sam: Got a problem, guys?
Edgar: Just scoping your civilian wardrobe.
Sam: Pretty cool, huh?
Alan: For a fashion victim.

[as Michael comes home in the morning] Looks like I wasn't the only one who got lucky last night.