Candyman (1992) quotes, page 3

View Quote [Reciting to Helen and colleagues the legend of Candyman in a restaurant] The legend first appeared in 1890. Candyman was the son of a slave. His father had amassed a considerable fortune from designing a device for the mass producing of shoes after the Civil War. Candyman had been sent to all the best schools and had grown up in polite society. He had a prodigious talent as an artist and was much sought after when it came to the documenting of one's wealth and position in society in a portrait. Well, it was in this latter capacity, that he was commissioned by a wealthy landowner to capture his daughter's virginal beauty. Well, of course, they fell deeply in love and she became pregnant. Hmm... poor Candyman. Her father executed a terrible revenge. He paid a pack of brutal hooligans to do the deed. They chased Candyman through the town to Cabrini Green, where they proceeded to saw off his right hand with a rusty blade. And no one came to his aid. For this was just the beginning of his ordeal. Nearby there was an apiary. Dozens of hives, filled with hungry bees. They smashed the hive and stole the honeycomb and smeared it over his prone, naked body. Candyman was stung to death by the bees. They burned his body on a giant pyre and then scattered his ashes over Cabrini Green.

View Quote [Referring to a Candyman's victim boy whose crotch was hacked off by the Candyman] They found 'it' floating in the toilet... can't fix that, you're better off dead.

View Quote [Showing her the hook on his bloody stump] Be my victim. Be my victim.

View Quote [To Helen in haunted washroom] I hear you're looking for Candyman, bitch. [Holds Helen by her neck] Well, you found him! [Swings the back of his hook across her face]

View Quote [To Helen knocking mirror out of medicine cabinet] Helen, be careful! The could be somebody on the toilet!

View Quote [To Helen over wanting to live] Why do you want to live? If you had learned just a little from me, you would not beg to live. I am rumor. It is a blessed condition, believe me. To be whispered about at street corners. To live in other people's dreams, but not to have to be. Do you understand?

View Quote [To Helen seeing herself in a wall drawing] It was always you, Helen. It was always you.

View Quote [To Helen that her death will be a tale to frighten children] Your death will be a tale to frighten children, to make lovers cling closer in their rapture. Come with me, and be immortal.

View Quote [To Helen] I am the writing on the wall, the whisper in the classroom. Without these things, I am nothing. So now, I must shed innocent blood. Come with me.

View Quote [To Orderly leaving with her strapped to hospital bed] Where are you going?! No, you can't leave me here! I can't defend myself!

View Quote [Walking up to Helen as she remains hypnotized by him] You were not content with the stories, so I was obliged to come.