Halloween II Page #4

Look, can you just level with me?

Is there going to be

a problem today?

You are quite an odd one, aren't you?

I mean, look at you.

Are you color-coordinated?

Pink clogs and this orange thing.

Are you a clam digger or something?

I don't mean that in a lesbian sense.

- I think you mean "carpet muncher."

- I'm not judging. I'm not-

- Hello.

- Can we just not get personal?

Look at this. No!

Look, it's the wrong photograph!

I mean, this is old Loomis.

This is new.

Yes, well, old Loomis increases sales

by 25 percent, okay? So just-

I'm not going in there

until you get me...

...a cup of PG tips with a splash

of milk, and I want it sizzling hot.

PG what?

Tea?

We don't have time.

Fine. Fine, I'll go find you some.

- Two percent.

- Two percent.

Wow, the princess of punctuality

is a little late.

Alert the authorities.

Laurie has been replaced by a pod.

Whoa, wait, I'm early.

I worked overtime last night.

See, you're too together.

No, you gotta loosen up a little, babe.

You know, bring some anarchy

to the party.

So you're saying I can start

showing up whenever I want?

Not on my dime, sister.

You can save the slacker sh*t...

...for those corporate bloodsuckers

who can afford it.

That's why we're going

down the toilet.

Since 1946, this country has

been under the military-industrial-

- F*** the man.

- Right on, sister.

You're really interested.

I know, I know.

I give in. You win.

The old man caves again.

- What's up with him?

- I don't know.

Are you gonna come

and rock balls...

...with Harley and me

at the Phantom Jam?

Hells yeah.

But I'm not sure if I'm down

with the whole costume concept.

What? Okay, wait.

Think of it like this.

It's so lame that

it's totally cool again.

Well, I still like my idea better.

What up, dick-lickers?

Could you please convince

Miss Too-Coolio-for-Schoolio...

...our costume idea is totally rad?

Dude, suck it up, ho. We got a f***ing

theme going on. Don't screw it up.

Plus we got you

that sick maid outfit...

...and dudes dig the domestic.

Come on, you guys,

it's borderline drama-class nerd.

- Own it.

- What do I have to do?

Stand on this chair and show

the old hippie dude my tits?

- No.

- Oh, Meat!

- Check out my lady lumps!

- No, no.

- I'll wear it. Put down your f***ing shirt.

- You give in too easy.

All right, you guys ready for it?

- For what?

- Are you ready?

Kick out the jams, motherf***er!

Michael, /'m sorry to tell you this...

... but your mother

has passed away.

She'll be back.

No, /'m afraid she won't be

coming to see you anymore.

/'ll see her again,

but / won't see you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Dr. Samuel Loomis...

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