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.
Woman: What's a mother to do? Lazy brat sits in her room all day, sewing dolls. Children misbehaving in the basement! And one in the wall, doing his business God knows where. You kids will be the death of me... the death of me.
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!
Edith Cushing: You're monsters. Both of you.
Lucille Sharpe: Funny. That's the last thing Mother said, too.
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.
Jane: I'll bring in some tea. You like tea?
Edwin Flagg: Oh, yes. I'm quite fond of tea. You must have guessed that I'm English.
Jane: Oh, really? How nice for you.
Steve Andrews: You sure you want to go with me?
Jane Martin: Yes.
Steve Andrews: I wouldn't give much for our chances, us running around in the middle of the night, looking for something that if we found it, it might kill us.
Margaret White: Carrie, you haven't touched your apple cake.
Carrie: It gives me pimples, Mama.
Margaret White: Pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you.
Dr. Serizawa: The Oxygen Destroyer cannot be used.
Ogata: If we don't defend ourselves from Godzilla now, what will become of us?
Dr. Serizawa: And what will become of us if a weapon, such as I now have, falls into the wrong hands?
Ogata: Then you have a responsibility no man has ever faced. You have your fear which might become reality. And you have Godzilla, which is reality.
Alice: My name...is Alice. And I remember everything.
Beetlejuice: The juice is loose!
Cole Burris: I'm so hungry, I'd sell my Grandmother for a tic tac.
Jane Coslaw: Aww, look out world, Marty the Great didn't get something he wanted.