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John Tate: [His mother won't let him go away on an overnight school camping trip] Dad would let me go.
Laurie Strode: Well, Dad is an abusive, chain-smoking methadone addict.
John Tate: Who would attract someone like that?
Laurie Strode: Ouch.
John Tate: And to think he left you.
Laurie Strode: John! I know you get your smart mouth from my side of the family. So I'll cut you a break. But point check, you're going too far!
John Tate: No, I'm going to Yosemite.
Laurie Strode: No, you're not!
John Tate: Look, Mom, help me out here. I need a little more open air, I've earned it. Look, I know that today is the day...
Laurie Strode: Oh, really? What day is that, John?
John Tate: Halloween.
Laurie Strode: [Creeped out] Oh, I hadn't noticed.
John Tate: Look, Mom, we're through will all that. We really are.
Laurie Strode: Well, Dad is an abusive, chain-smoking methadone addict.
John Tate: Who would attract someone like that?
Laurie Strode: Ouch.
John Tate: And to think he left you.
Laurie Strode: John! I know you get your smart mouth from my side of the family. So I'll cut you a break. But point check, you're going too far!
John Tate: No, I'm going to Yosemite.
Laurie Strode: No, you're not!
John Tate: Look, Mom, help me out here. I need a little more open air, I've earned it. Look, I know that today is the day...
Laurie Strode: Oh, really? What day is that, John?
John Tate: Halloween.
Laurie Strode: [Creeped out] Oh, I hadn't noticed.
John Tate: Look, Mom, we're through will all that. We really are.
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John Tate: It just occurred to me today that I've never celebrated Halloween before.
Molly Cartwell: And why's that?
John Tate: Oh, we've got a psychotic serial killer in the family who loves to butcher people on Halloween, and I just thought it in bad taste to celebrate.
Molly Cartwell: And why's that?
John Tate: Oh, we've got a psychotic serial killer in the family who loves to butcher people on Halloween, and I just thought it in bad taste to celebrate.
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Laurie Strode: [after catching John and Charlie out of school] What the **** do you think you're doing?
John Tate: Mom, I'm real uncomfortable with you saying that word.
Laurie Strode: Then don't put me in the position, John! Do you know what day it is? Of all the days for you to pull this shit, just what do you think you can do? Just wander around town? I don't ask you for very much, just give me one day!
John Tate: Mom, I've given 17 years!
Laurie Strode: And I need you to be responsible! Do you know what that means?
John Tate: Responsible?
Laurie Strode: Responsible!
John Tate: Don't talk to me about responsibility, Mom!
Laurie Strode: I just need this one thing!
John Tate: Mom, I am not responsible for you. That's it; I've had enough. I can't take it anymore, Mom. He's dead. Michael Myers is dead!
Laurie Strode: What do you want me to say?
John Tate: That it's over, that we should try to make some attempt at a happy existence, Mom, 'cause all the shit that's going on inside of your head is leaking out on me, and I can't take it anymore. You told me, yourself, you watched him burn.
Laurie Strode: I didn't exactly stay to see his ashes, John.
John Tate: Mom, 20 years. 20 years. Don't you think he would've shown up by now? What's he waiting for, huh?
[Laurie doesn't respond]
John Tate: Mom, I can't live like this [Starts to walk away]
Laurie Strode: What...What does that mean, John?
John Tate: If you wanna stay handcuffed to your dead brother, that's fine, but you're not dragging me along, not anymore!
John Tate: Mom, I'm real uncomfortable with you saying that word.
Laurie Strode: Then don't put me in the position, John! Do you know what day it is? Of all the days for you to pull this shit, just what do you think you can do? Just wander around town? I don't ask you for very much, just give me one day!
John Tate: Mom, I've given 17 years!
Laurie Strode: And I need you to be responsible! Do you know what that means?
John Tate: Responsible?
Laurie Strode: Responsible!
John Tate: Don't talk to me about responsibility, Mom!
Laurie Strode: I just need this one thing!
John Tate: Mom, I am not responsible for you. That's it; I've had enough. I can't take it anymore, Mom. He's dead. Michael Myers is dead!
Laurie Strode: What do you want me to say?
John Tate: That it's over, that we should try to make some attempt at a happy existence, Mom, 'cause all the shit that's going on inside of your head is leaking out on me, and I can't take it anymore. You told me, yourself, you watched him burn.
Laurie Strode: I didn't exactly stay to see his ashes, John.
John Tate: Mom, 20 years. 20 years. Don't you think he would've shown up by now? What's he waiting for, huh?
[Laurie doesn't respond]
John Tate: Mom, I can't live like this [Starts to walk away]
Laurie Strode: What...What does that mean, John?
John Tate: If you wanna stay handcuffed to your dead brother, that's fine, but you're not dragging me along, not anymore!
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Laurie Strode: I'm not who you think I am.
Will Brennan: Okay. Who are you?
Laurie Strode: My name's not Kerri Tate.
Will Brennan: Ooh. What is it?
Laurie Strode: Laurie Strode.
Will Brennan: Strode?
Laurie Strode: Strode. I changed my name when I went into hiding.
Will Brennan: Oh, I like that. That's like...like...like the Witness Protection Program. What did you, like, rat out the mob, or something?
Laurie Strode: My brother killed my sister...when she was seventeen.
Will Brennan: Well, that's...sickly. How'd he do that?
Laurie Strode: With a really big sharp kitchen knife.
Will Brennan: That's terrible. Take off your clothes.
Laurie Strode: You said you'd listen.
Will Brennan: Okay.
Laurie Strode: They locked him up for a long time, but he got out and...he came after me. But I got away. But he killed a lot of my friends. It happened– [in unison with Will Brennan] –on Halloween.
Laurie Strode: You've heard the whole story.
Will Brennan: Who hasn't? Michael Myers. It's like twenty years ago, right?
Laurie Strode: 1978.
Will Brennan: And the girl that... What happened to the sister? She died, right?
Laurie Strode: No. She faked her death...and, now, she's the head mistress of a very posh, secluded private school in Northern California.
Will Brennan: What?
Laurie Strode: Hoping and praying every year...that her brother won't find her.
Will Brennan: You're telling me the truth?!
Laurie Strode: Now, do you want a drink?
Will Brennan: Okay. Who are you?
Laurie Strode: My name's not Kerri Tate.
Will Brennan: Ooh. What is it?
Laurie Strode: Laurie Strode.
Will Brennan: Strode?
Laurie Strode: Strode. I changed my name when I went into hiding.
Will Brennan: Oh, I like that. That's like...like...like the Witness Protection Program. What did you, like, rat out the mob, or something?
Laurie Strode: My brother killed my sister...when she was seventeen.
Will Brennan: Well, that's...sickly. How'd he do that?
Laurie Strode: With a really big sharp kitchen knife.
Will Brennan: That's terrible. Take off your clothes.
Laurie Strode: You said you'd listen.
Will Brennan: Okay.
Laurie Strode: They locked him up for a long time, but he got out and...he came after me. But I got away. But he killed a lot of my friends. It happened– [in unison with Will Brennan] –on Halloween.
Laurie Strode: You've heard the whole story.
Will Brennan: Who hasn't? Michael Myers. It's like twenty years ago, right?
Laurie Strode: 1978.
Will Brennan: And the girl that... What happened to the sister? She died, right?
Laurie Strode: No. She faked her death...and, now, she's the head mistress of a very posh, secluded private school in Northern California.
Will Brennan: What?
Laurie Strode: Hoping and praying every year...that her brother won't find her.
Will Brennan: You're telling me the truth?!
Laurie Strode: Now, do you want a drink?
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Laurie Strode: Molly please, do you have any thoughts on Victor and Elizabeth?
Molly Cartwell: Well, um, well I think that Victor should have confronted the monster sooner. He's completely responsible for Elizabeth's death because he was so paralyzed by fear that he never did anything. It took death for the guy to get a clue.
Laurie Strode: And why do you think he was finally able to confront his monster?
Molly Cartwell: I think that Victor had reached a point in his life where he had nothing left to lose. I mean, the monster saw to that by killing off everybody that he loved. Victor finally had to face it. It was about redemption... it was his fate.
Molly Cartwell: Well, um, well I think that Victor should have confronted the monster sooner. He's completely responsible for Elizabeth's death because he was so paralyzed by fear that he never did anything. It took death for the guy to get a clue.
Laurie Strode: And why do you think he was finally able to confront his monster?
Molly Cartwell: I think that Victor had reached a point in his life where he had nothing left to lose. I mean, the monster saw to that by killing off everybody that he loved. Victor finally had to face it. It was about redemption... it was his fate.
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Norma Watson: Oh, Miss Tate. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you jump. It's Halloween. I guess everyone's entitled to to one good scare.
Laurie Strode: I've had my share.
Laurie Strode: I've had my share.
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[voiceover] I met him fifteen years ago. I was told there was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding. Not even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes, the devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply...evil.
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Because today is the day. I can feel it. Today is the day you are going to realize that I am seventeen years old and your overprotection and paranoia is inhibiting my growing process.