Busta Rhymes

Freddie Harris:	Burn motherfucker,burn (grabs Sarah, putsher over his shoulder) Hey Mickey, happy fucking Halloween.
Freddie Harris:	Burn mother fucker, burn [grabs Sarah, putsher over his shoulder] Hey Mickey, happy fucking Halloween.

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Freddie Harris:	Trick or Treat, motherfucker!
Freddie Harris:	Trick or treat, motherfucker!

Freddie Harris:	(fighting Michael Myers) - Let's see what you got!
Freddie Harris:	(fighting Michael Myers) Let's see what you got!

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Freddie Harris:

(dressed as Michael Myers; talking to the REAL Michael Myers) - I'm not paying you to be Michael Myers! I'm playin Michael Myers! And if them kids come around and see us dressed up in the same sh*t, it's going to ruin the whole effect! God damn it! What the hell is wrong with you? ...I said what are you looking at me like that for? (the REAL Michael still doesn't make any movements) - Huh? You don't get it? You don't get it? Your shit up there ain't workin or something? Huh? You need to get your ass back in the garage with Nora! That's your job! Go back in there and help her ass out! Go do your job! I left the back door unlocked for your ass to go out the back and into the garage! That's what I did! You need to get the hell out of here! Go on! Skoot! Skadattle! Get the fu*k out of Dodge! (the REAL Myers finally walks away) - God damn it... what the hell does somebody gotta do to get a little decent help up in this motherfu*ker?

Freddie Harris:

(dressed as Michael Myers; talking to the REAL Michael Myers) I'm not paying you to be Michael Myers! I'm playin Michael Myers! And if them kids come around and see us dressed up in the same sh*t, it's going to ruin the whole effect! God damn it! What the hell is wrong with you? I said what are you looking at me like that for? (the REAL Michael still doesn't make any movements) Huh? You don't get it? You don't get it? Your shit up there ain't workin or something? Huh? You need to get your ass back in the garage with Nora! That's your job! Go back in there and help her ass out! Go do your job! I left the back door unlocked for your ass to go out the back and into the garage! That's what I did! You need to get the hell out of here! Go on! Skoot! Skadattle! Get the fu*k out of Dodge! (the REAL Myers finally walks away) God damn it, what the hell does somebody gotta do to get a little decent help up in this motherfu*ker?

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Freddie Harris:

Michael Myers is a killer shark. In baggy ass overalls, who gets his kicks from killing everyone and everything he comes across.

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Freddie Harris:	Hey Mikey! ...Happy Fu*king Halloween!
Freddie Harris:	Hey Mikey! Happy Fu*king Halloween!

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Freddie Harris:	Let the DANGER-tainment begin up in this motherfu*ker.
Freddie Harris:	Let the danger-tainment begin up in this motherfu*ker.

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Freddie Harris:	(about Myers burned up body) - Looking a little crispy over there, Mikey. Like some chicken-fried motherfu*ker. Well, may he never...ever rest in peace.
Freddie Harris:	(about Myers burned up body) Looking a little crispy over there, Mikey. Like some chicken-fried motherfu*ker. Well, may he never, ever rest in peace.

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Freddie Harris:	(after Jim hits him; mistakenly thinking Freddie is Michael Myers) - You hit me like I murdered your fu*king mother or something!
Freddie Harris:	(after Jim hits him; mistakenly thinking Freddie is Michael Myers) You hit me like I murdered your fu*king mother or something!

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Freddie Harris:	(before fighting Michael Myers) - Trick or treat...motherfu*ker!
Freddie Harris:	(before fighting Michael Myers) Trick or treat, motherfu*ker!

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Freddie Harris:	America don't like reality, first of all. Second of all, they think the sh*t is boring...They want a little razzle-dazzle, a little pizazz, a little thrill in their life.
Freddie Harris:	America don't like reality, first of all. Second of all, they think the sh*t is boring. They want a little razzle-dazzle, a little pizazz, a little thrill in their life.

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Sara Moyer:	I don't want to be famous.
Freddie Harris:	What do you mean you don't want to be famous? That's the American dream!

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Freddie Harris:	(while watching a fight in a karate movie on TV) - Kick his ass! Kick his ass! Kick his ass! Who's better than Wat Chun Lee? Whooping everybody ass while he's smoking a cigarette. (there's a knock at his door) - Oh, sh*t. Who's knocking on my door this late? Whoever this is - is distracting me from seeing Wat Chun Lee whoop some ass.
Freddie Harris:	(while watching a fight in a karate movie on TV) Kick his ass! Kick his ass! Kick his ass! Who's better than Wat Chun Lee? Whooping everybody ass while he's smoking a cigarette. (there's a knock at his door) Oh, sh*t. Who's knocking on my door this late? Whoever this is, is distracting me from seeing Wat Chun Lee whoop some ass.

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Freddie Harris:	Fear is good. Fear is what gives us the feeling of being alive.
Sara Moyer:	Fear makes me want to throw up.

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Freddie Harris:	Absolutely everything you see is real...There's no actors. None of the components or contents in the house have been messed with, mixed up, diluted, or tampered with in any shape, form or fashion whatsoever.
Freddie Harris:	Absolutely everything you see is real. There's no actors. None of the components or contents in the house have been messed with, mixed up, diluted, or tampered with in any shape, form or fashion whatsoever.

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