Dr. Jack Seward: Count, some wine?
Count Dracula: No thank you, Doctor. I never drink wine.
President: God save me, and watch over you all.
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.
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.
Brackett: Every kid in Haddonfield thinks this place is haunted.
Loomis: They may be right.
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.
Sam Loomis: I ought to handcuff you to the wheel, but I have a feeling I'm gonna need you in there. Can I trust you?
Marshal: What have I got to lose, except my job?
Sam Loomis: I'm sorry I left you. Are you all right?
Laurie Strode: Why won't he die?
Leigh Brackett: You know, Doctor, I'm just about there.
Sam Loomis: What?
Leigh Brackett: The point where I stop taking orders from you.
Sam Loomis: I shot him six times! I shot him in the heart, but... he's not human.
Doyle Neighbor: Is this a joke? I've been trick-or-treated to death tonight.
Sam Loomis: You don't know what death is.
Sam Loomis: It's time, Michael.
[Dr. Loomis is holding the gun to the policeman's head as he's driving.]
Sam Loomis: What do you guys usually do? Fire a warning shot, right?
Kobras: I always perfer to strike first.
