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Sheriff Leigh Brackett: I have a feeling that you're way off on this.
Dr. Sam Loomis: You have the wrong feeling. Sheriff Leigh Brackett: You're not doing very much to prove me wrong! Dr. Sam Loomis: What more do you need? Sheriff Leigh Brackett: Well, it's going to take a lot more than fancy talk to keep me up all night crawling around these bushes. Dr. Sam Loomis: I- I- I watched him for fifteen years, sitting in a room, staring at a wall, not seeing the wall, looking past the wall - looking at this night, inhumanly patient, waiting for some secret, silent alarm to trigger him off. Death has come to your little town, Sheriff. Now you can either ignore it, or you can help me to stop it. Sheriff Leigh Brackett: More fancy talk. Doyle Neighbor: What's going on out here?
Sam Loomis: Call the police! Tell the sheriff I shot him! Doyle Neighbor: Who? Sam Loomis: Tell him, he's still on the loose! Doyle Neighbor: Is this some kind of joke? I've been trick-or-treated to death tonight. Sam Loomis: [looks at the blood on his hand] You don't know what death is! Sam Loomis: I shot him 6 times! I shot him in the heart-but... HE'S NOT HUMAN!
Jack Sayer: You're huntin' it, ain't ya? Yeah, you're huntin' it alright, just like me!
Dr. Samuel Loomis: What are you hunting, Mr. Sayer? Jack Sayer: Apocalypse, End of the World, Armageddon. It always has a face and a name. I've been huntin' the bastard for 30 years, give or take. Came real close a time or two. Too damn close! You can't kill damnation, Mister. It don't die like a man dies! |
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