- [the trio are horrified when emergency vehicles head toward the burning house that Michael is trapped in]
- Allyson: [panicking] No, no, no, no, no, no!
- Laurie Strode: Let him burn! Let him burn!
- [last lines]
- Laurie Strode: I always thought Michael Myers was flesh and blood, just like you and me, but a mortal man could not have survived what he's lived through. The more he kills, the more he transcends into something else impossible to defeat. Fear. People are afraid. That is the true curse of Michael.
- Allyson: He'll always be here, won't he? Even when we can't see him.
- Laurie Strode: You can't defeat it with brute force.
- Officer Hawkins: If we only knew then what we know now.
- Laurie Strode: It is the essence of evil. The anchor that divides us. It is the terror that grows stronger when we try to hide. If they don't stop him tonight, maybe we'll find him tomorrow. Or next Halloween, when the sun sets and someone is alone. You can't close your eyes and pretend he isn't there. Because he is.
- Karen: [to Laurie as she tries getting up from the hospital bed] Mom, stop, you had a knife in your stomach.
- Laurie Strode: You and Allyson don't have to keep running anymore. Evil. Dies. Tonight!
- Allyson: I was always told that I couldn't... I couldn't talk about Michael. I can never acknowledge the tragedy. It was as If my mother's biggest fear was that my grandmother was right and the Boogeyman is real.
- Big John: You don't know who you're messing with, do you?
- Little John: Take it easy, Big John. They're too young to know.
- Mindy: Too young to know what?
- Big John: Do you have any idea whose house this was?
- Mindy: No.
- Big John: You ever hear of Michael fucking Myers?
- Little John: And do you know what happens to people who come into the Myers home without an invitation?
- Mindy: We're not even scared.
- Big John: Oh, yeah?
- Mindy: Oh, yeah.
- Big John: He stabbed his sister in the tits.
- Mindy: Yuck.
- Big John: Right upstairs.
- Little John: And sometimes, when the wind blows just right, we can still hear her ghost calling out his name.
- Phil: Goddamn sleep apnea mask smells like Lucky Strikes from when your mother borrowed it.
- Sondra: I smell it, too. But that stink ain't cigarettes. That's Laurie Strode's house on fire.
- Phil: Well, from - from upstairs, looks like they put it out. But that nut bag lives a highly flammable lifestyle.
- Sondra: Better not talk no shit about that woman. She will fuck you up.
- Phil: How about you and I snack on some Cheez-Its and try a little Beaujolais nouveau?