Mr. Butler: I'm sorry to tell you this, but your son threatened me.
Mr. Ward: What did he say, exactly?
Mr. Butler: Well, he uh... just he was using a book as a metaphor.
Mr. Ward: So, you came here to tell me my son...what? Assaulted you with a poem? (00:41:13)
Newscaster: Incoming reports show this year's Purge has been the most succesful to date, with the most murders committed.
Luke Sanderson: I haven't seen a damn thing! I just don't like the way it looks.
Irene: I'm not a whore!
Frank the Trucker: [tossing her a $20 bill.] You are now!
The Cat Lady: What the hell did you bring into my house?
Dr. Eric Price: I do not believe in anything I cannot see or study.
Laurie Strode: I'm coming for you, Michael.
Sue Snell: Don't hurt me, Carrie!
Carrie White: Why not? I've been hurt my whole life!
Elvira: I'd bend over backwards. I'd bend over forwards.
Howard Howe: Your life as you knew it is over, Mr. Bryton. So if you wish to continue living, you will be a walrus, or you'll be nothing at all.
Channard Cenobite: And to think... I hesitated.
Dean: The world is perfect. Appreciate the details.
Morgan: What are we gonna do?
Kemper: I don't know... uh... we gotta call the cops, I guess.
Morgan: Um, yeah, on a list of bad ideas, that one goes, way up there. Oh, police officers, please, as you inspect a crime scene, which is now our van, please, ignore the colorful pinata, filled with marijuana, in case you happen to come across it, because it played no part, you know, whatsoever in the demise of this unfortunate, young, woman.
Alex: You know we'll be lucky to see anything bigger than a chipmunk, right?
Guard: Talk. Talk, speak.
Paxton: What the fuck do you want me to say?
Guard: American.
Bernadette 'Bernie' Walsh: This is sick, Helen! This isn't one of your fairytales, a woman got killed here.
Odd Thomas: Have I ever told you you've got a lot of issues?
Stormy Llewellyn: I'm a woman. We all have issues. It's what keeps us interesting and you men interested.
Odd Thomas: Oh, yeah. It's what keeps us crazy and die younger.
Stormy Llewellyn: Do you love me?
Odd Thomas: I love you more than life itself.
Stormy Llewellyn: See? It's working.
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.
Mike: I know you're not going to believe this, but these things were here, right in the garage, and they were going to get me.
Jody: Aww, give me a break, would you?
Mike: They were jumping on the car and making these weird sounds.
Jody: You're sure it wasn't that retarded kid, Timmy, up the street?
Mike: No, it was the same thing that chased me last night.