Kristian 'Varg' Vikernes: I thought you were true Norwegian black metal.
Euronymous: I invented it.
Kristian 'Varg' Vikernes: And now you betray it.
Carl Watkins: Oh, Jesus Christ.
The Auditor: Heavens, no. Same city, completely different zip code.
Ed Warren: Did it work?
Lorraine Warren: The evil is contained.
Eloise: I know what you did.
Silver Haired Gentleman: I've done a lot of things, Eloise. You're gonna have to be more specific, luv.
Sidney Prescott: Sam, I want you to help us kill him.
Sam Carpenter: You want me to help you and the host of a morning show to commit murder?
Gale Riley: Correct.
Sidney Prescott: Yeah.
Kassie: I think I wet my pants.
Bridget: Is it warm?
Kassie: No.
Bridget: Then it's probably just soda.
Dr. Wynn: Now, for God's sake, he can't even drive a car.
Loomis: He was doing very well last night! Maybe someone around here gave him lessons.
Bill: He thr-thr-thr-thrusts his fi-fi-fists ag-ag-against the pos-posts and...
Ben: He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts. That's all it says over and over.
Bill: Th-th-thats w-w-what m-m-my m-m-mom g-gave me t-to h-help with my st-st-stutter.
Richie: I hate to tell you buddy, it ain't working.
Mort: I don't care. I'm just gonna smoke. I'm just gonna totally smoke. I'll finish these, go to the store and get a brand-new pack, smoke the shit out of that one.
Seth: I may be an asshole, but I'm not a fucking asshole.
Jack MacReady: Move the fuck out of the way, cocksucker!
Mother with child: Howdy, Mayor.
Beetlejuice: The juice is loose!
Laurie Strode: I'm coming for you, Michael.
Sheriff Hadley: You're gonna have a hard time getting my generation off the stage. Willie Nelson's still doing concerts.
John Marshall: Yeah, I mean, to be fair, Dad, Willie Nelson is a guitar player and he's not doing a lot of heavy police work.