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?
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!
Yeah, the one you're picking up, just thinkin' about him gives me the 'willies.' A decade ago-Halloween night-he murdered sixteen people, maybe more, trying to get to his sister. Nearly got her, too. But his doctor, of all people, shot him six times, then set him on fire. Both of them nearly burned to death. Yeah, I'll be glad to see this one gone. Yes, indeed-dee!
I didn't know you and Brady had anything, okay?
You knew. You just didn't care.
He's not married. Besides, I've got a right to do what's best for me.
Don't you mean what you do best?
Wise up to what men want, Rachel... or Brady won't be the last man you lose to another woman.
I mean, you blow off our date at the last minute...
So you hop on to the next best thing? I thought you were different from other guys.
Oh, I'm different, it's just that... I just got pissed off, that's all.
Oh really? Well, I'll just let you get back to Miss Hot Panties.