Kassie: I think I wet my pants.
Bridget: Is it warm?
Kassie: No.
Bridget: Then it's probably just soda.
John Kramer: I still have a lot of work that needs to be done.
Father: Thanksgiving is a time for appreciation. To celebrate with the ones that we love the most. And a time for all families to be together. Let's eat.
Jamie Hughes: My mom never got a note in her locker in 1987. You wrote it after she died. Why would you do this?
Chris Dubasage: Continue the story. It's hard to sustain interest in three kills 35 years ago. But now the Sweet 16 Killer's back, and he's a bogeyman. He could be anywhere at any time. Can't be killed. He's Michael fucking Myers!
Vanessa: Have you met them yet.
Mike Schmidt: Met who?
Sabrina: I did that so you wouldn't run away. It's like Triage, this.
Ines: What's going on? What's that thing we saw?
Paul: I don't know.
Paul: Oh, that poor man. I ask him to come here and I treat him like shit.
Paul: No, no, baby. Hey, listen to me. Listen to me. It's not your fault. You couldn't have known. None of us could.
Ines: What is that then?
Paul: Some kind of shark.
Chato: It's not a shark. It's a megalodon.
Tommy: Those don't exist.
Christopher Robin: Pooh, you've got to help me. Something's wrong with Piglet, he killed my wife!
Dr. Bob Modan: Do you worry they got the wrong man? Do you think, I mean, looking back on it, they killed the real James? That was my biggest fear after my own experience. Because you wake up in that little room, and for all you know, they could've just swapped you out. Hard to say what happened while you were asleep.