Tommy: It's the boogeyman! The boogeyman's outside.
Laurie: Oh, Tommy, stop it! You're scaring Lindsey. There's nobody out there. Now, if you don't stop this I'm going to have to turn the TV off and send you to bed.
Tommy: Nobody believes me.
Lindsey: I believe you, Tommy.
Lynda: So Annie, are we still on for tonight?
Annie: I wouldn't want to get you in deep trouble, Lynda.
Lynda: Oh, come on, Annie! Bob and I have been planning it for weeks.
Annie: All right, the Wallaces leave at seven.
Laurie: I'm babysitting the Doyles, it's two houses down. We can keep each other company.
Annie: Oh, terrific. I've got three choices: watch the kid sleep, listen to Lynda screw around, or talk to you.
Laurie: Tommy, unlock the door! Come here, now you listen to me. I want you to go down the stairs, and out the front door. I want you to go down the street to the Mackenzie's house. I want you to tell them to call the police and tell them to send them over here. Now, do you understand me? Go do as I say.
Graveyard Keeper: Yeah, you know every town has something like this happen... I remember over in Russellville, old Charlie Bowles, about fifteen years ago... One night, he finished dinner, and he excused himself from the table. He went out to the garage, and got himself a hacksaw. Then he went back into the house, kissed his wife and his two children goodbye, and then he proceeded to.
Loomis: Where are we?
Graveyard Keeper: Eh? Oh, it's, uh, right over here.
Tommy: But I saw the boogeyman! I saw him.
Laurie: Okay, what did he look like?
Tommy: Umm... the boogeyman.
Marion: Don't you think it would be better if you referred to "it" as "him"?
Loomis: If you say so.
Marion: Your compassion's overwhelming, Doctor.