Jack Sayer: You're huntin' it, ain't ya? Yeah, you're huntin' it, all right. Just like me.
Dr. Loomis: What are you hunting, Mr. Sayer?
Jack Sayer: Apocalypse, End of the World, Armageddon. It's always got a face and a name. I've been huntin' the bastard for 30 years, give or take. Come close a time or two. Too damn close! You can't kill damnation, Mister. It don't die like a man dies.
Dr. Loomis: I know that, Mr. Sayer.
Security Guard: Yeah, the one you're picking up, just thinkin' about him gives me the willies. A decade ago, Halloween night, he murdered sixteen people, maybe more, trying to get to his sister. Nearly got her, too. But his doctor, of all people, shot him six times, then he set him on fire. Both of them nearly burned to death. Yeah, I'll be glad to see this one gone. Oh, yes indeed-dee.
Kelly Meeker: I didn't know you and Brady had anything, okay?
Rachel Carruthers: You knew. You just didn't care.
Kelly Meeker: He's not married. Besides, I've got a right to do what's best for me.
Rachel Carruthers: Don't you mean what you do best?
Kelly Meeker: Wise up to what men want, Rachel... or Brady won't be the last man you lose to another woman.
Rachel Carruthers: We have to get out of Haddonfield. The state police are on their way. Let them handle it.
Unger: I don't know about you, Earl, but that makes sense to me. Let's get the hell out.
Big Al: We've got a police station. Let the troopers have him. That's what they get paid for.
Earl: Screw it. Let's get out of here.