Loomis Quotes in Face/Off (1997)

Sean Archer: [as he walks out of his office] Any word from the LAPD intelligence? If there IS such a thing?

Loomis: Not yet, sir.

Sean Archer: Of course not, because we're a covert anti-terrorist team that is so secret, that when we snap our fingers NOTHING HAPPENS!

Loomis: [after the FBI raided hideout apartment] Sir why are you so upset? It's just Pollux Troy.

[Troy blow's Loomis' head off]

[Loomis orders his men to bury his newlywed wife alive]

Loomis: You don't think I'm overreacting, do you?

Armor O'Malley: What did she do?

Loomis: Nothing. Commitment frightens me.

Loomis: Is that our plane?

Phyllis: No, if it were our plane, it would be crashing.

Loomis: Please God! We need a cab! One lousy fuckin' cab!

Loomis: You aren't going to hit me again are you?

Grimm: I haven't hit anybody since I was nine.

Loomis: Yeah, but it was me you hit!

[shouting for a cab]

Loomis: Ten thousand dollars for a taxi!

Phyllis: And a blow job!

[Hispanic woman is shouting on a street corner]

Grimm: There must be alot of competition for that corner.

Phyllis: It's a good thing she's not too symbolic or anything.

Loomis: what does that mean anyway? Flores por el muerte?

Grimm: I sure couldn't tell ya'.

Phyllis: Aw, you know Grimm, it means flowers for the dead.

[shoots her an angry glare]

Loomis: Oh! We're all gonna die! We're a-a-a-ll gonna d-i-i-e!

[after Loomis is injured jumping from a moving cab]

Loomis: Are you gonna hit me now?

Grimm: No, but if your leg is broken, we'll have to destroy you.

Grimm: I booked the eleven o'clock to Martinique.

Phyllis: Martinique?

Loomis: Martinique? But I don't know anything about Martinique.

Grimm: What did you know about Fiji?

Loomis: Well... nothing.

Loomis: It's bad luck just SEEING a thing like that!

Loomis: Now, we're going to find a familiar street soon.

Phyllis: I'd settle for a familiar borough.

Loomis: It was an accident, Phyllis.

Phyllis: Oh, you know? So was Chernobyl.

Grimm: True, but Loomis didn't irradiate anybody.

Phyllis: To the God-damned AIRPORT!

Loomis: Whatta got? Shit in your ears?

Grimm: Thank you Roy. God! Alright, Roy's going to get us the duggle bag, a wheelchair and some skis out of lost luggage to cover your limp.

Loomis: Did you give him a couple of bucks?

Grimm: Yeah, try $1200. Scary but Roy's sixth sense told him we were in some kind of jam...

Loomis: ESP exists, Grimm. They've proved it.

Grimm: Yeah, you picking up anything from me right now, pal?

Loomis: I saw a sign! Phyllis!

Loomis: [first lines - to co-worker barging in from the blizzard] Damn it Shephard, close the door please.

Loomis: I met him, fifteen years ago. I was told there was nothing left; no reason, no conscience, no understanding; and even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes... the devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply... evil.

Loomis: [to Brackett] Death has come to your little town, Sheriff.

[last lines]

Laurie: It was the boogeyman...

Loomis: As a matter of fact, it was.

Marion: What do I give him when we take him in front of the judge?

Loomis: Thorazine.

Marion: He'll barely be able to sit up!

Loomis: That's the idea.

Brackett: I have a feeling that you're way off on this.

Loomis: You have the wrong feeling.

Brackett: You're not doing very much to prove me wrong!

Loomis: What more do you need?

Brackett: Well, it's going to take a lot more than fancy talk to keep me up all night crawling around these bushes.

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.

Brackett: More fancy talk.

Loomis: You've fooled them, haven't you, Michael? But not me.

Marion: Don't you think it would be better if you referred to "it" as "him"?

Loomis: If you say so.

Marion: Your compassion's overwhelming, Doctor.

Brackett: Every kid in Haddonfield thinks this place is haunted.

Loomis: They may be right.

[referring to a partially eaten dog]

Brackett: A man wouldn't do that.

Loomis: This isn't a man.

Dr. Wynn: Now, for God's sake, he can't even drive a car!

Loomis: He was doing very well last night! Maybe someone around here gave him lessons!

Loomis: [pulling his gun after being startled by a crash] You must think me a very sinister doctor... oh, I have a permit.

Brackett: Seems to me you're just plain scared.

Loomis: Yeah, yeah I am...

Loomis: [after Michael escapes from the mental institution] He's gone! He's gone from here! The evil is gone!

[as Lonnie is about to enter the Myers house]

Loomis: Hey! Hey, Lonnie, get your ass away from there!

[Lonnie and his mates run. Loomis smiles to himself as a hand grabs his shoulder. He spins around, surprised, to find Brackett]

Loomis: Oh! Jesus!

Brackett: Are you all right?

Loomis: Yeah.

Loomis: [into phone] You've got to believe me, Officer, he is coming to Haddonfield... Because I know him! I'm his doctor! You must be ready for him... If you don't, it's your funeral.

Marion: You're serious about this, aren't you?

Loomis: Yes.

Marion: I mean, you really never want him to get out?

Loomis: No, never, ever... never.

Loomis: He came home!

[inside Myers' house]

Loomis: Hey... What is that?

Brackett: A dog.

[Loomis and Brackett walk next to dog]

Brackett: It's still warm.

Loomis: He got hungry.

Graveyard Keeper: Yeah, you know every town has something like this happen... I remember over in Russellville, old Charlie Bowles, about fifteen years ago... One night, he finished dinner, and he excused himself from the table. He went out to the garage, and got himself a hacksaw. Then he went back into the house, kissed his wife and his two children goodbye, and then he proceeded to...

Loomis: Where are we?

Graveyard Keeper: Eh? Oh, it's, uh, right over here...

Loomis: Ever done anything like this before?

Marion: Only minimum security.

Loomis: I see.

Marion: The only thing I can't stand is their gibberish... how they keep ranting on and on.

Loomis: You haven't anything to worry about. He hasn't spoken a word in fifteen years.

Dr. Wynn: I'm not responsible, Sam.

Loomis: Oh, no.

Dr. Wynn: I told them how dangerous he was.

Loomis: You couldn't have, two roadblocks and an all points bulletin wouldn't stop a five year old.

Dr. Wynn: Well, he's your patient, if you knew that the precautions weren't strong enough, you should have told somebody.

Loomis: I told everybody! Nobody listened.

Dr. Wynn: There's nothing else I can do.

Loomis: You can get back in there and get back on that telephone and tell them exactly who walked out of here last night and tell them exactly where he's going.

Dr. Wynn: Where he's probably going.

Loomis: I've wasted my time.

Dr. Wynn: Sam, Haddonfield is 150 miles away from here. For God's sake, he can't even drive a car!

Loomis: He was doing very well last night! Maybe someone around here gave him lessons.

Loomis: Stop here.

Marion: Shouldn't we go on up to the hospital and...

Loomis: Wait!

Loomis: She was shaking; her whole body was shaking.

Meeker: Every time a little girl twitches I'm supposed to call out the national guard...

Loomis: How many people did he kill last year? Have you forgotten? Your own daughter!

Meeker: [grabs Loomis] I don't...

Loomis: [cuts him off] No, of course you don't forget. How could you? You never looked into his face, did you? You never saw his eyes. You never saw that- that nothing, no expression, blank. My memory goes back twelve years to the night I offered... I'm gonna show you- show you something. Look.

[lifts up his burned hand]

Loomis: Look at this, look at that. I prayed that he would burn in Hell, but in my heart I knew that Hell would not have him.

Rachel: [takes Jamie's hands] I'll be back in two days, okay?

[Jamie nods]

Rachel: Mom and Dad send their love.

[they hug; all of the sudden the window shatters. Tina comes back in, as Loomis picks up a brick with a note taped to it. "The evil child must die!" it reads; cut to Rachel and Loomis outside]

Rachel: How could they? When are they going to realize that she is not him? She's just a child.

Loomis: They know that Michael Myers is her uncle and that she attacked her foster mother. That's why they fear her, especially on Halloween.

Rachel: I never should have let my parents talk me into leaving. I don't know what I was thinking.

Loomis: You're afraid.

Rachel: I am not.

Loomis: You're afraid the whole thing might start to happen again. There's nothing wrong with being afraid.

Rachel: And I suppose there's nothing wrong with just leaving my little foster sister here alone?

Loomis: You can telephone her from the cabin. She'll be properly looked after.

Loomis: Michael, it will destroy you, too. One day, Michael, this rage which drives you... You think if you kill them all it will go away. It won't. You have to fight it in the place where it's strongest.

[Myers can be faintly seen in the woods]

Loomis: Where it all began! If you want to get rid of this rage, Michael, go home. Go home! Go to your house, I shall be there waiting for you. You'll find her waiting for you.

Loomis: You've got to help me, Jamie. You've got to help me find him. We both know he's alive. But you know where he is! Why? Why are you protecting him? What about your stepmother, Jamie? You love her, don't you? He made you stab her. You can't hide from him. He'll always get to you. Jamie, Jamie, you listen. Today in the cemetery somebody dug up a coffin. It was the coffin of a nine-year-old girl. What do you think he is going to do with that? Huh? You're nine years old, are you, Jamie?

Nurse Patsey: Dr. Loomis! Leave the little girl alone.

Loomis: Tears won't get you anywhere. Help me to find him. We'll find him together! There's a reason why he has this power over you. Did you ever wonder what it is?

Jamie: [struggling] Stooorrre.

Billy: Store.

Loomis: Store? What kind of store? What do they sell there?

Jamie: [struggles] All nighter.

Billy: All nighter.

Loomis: What do they sell?

Jamie: [trying] Big...

Billy: Big.

Jamie: Woman.

Billy: Woman.

Loomis: A big woman, who works in the store?

Jamie: [shaking head] No!

Loomis: What, Jamie, what?

[she starts crying]

Jamie: Cookie Woman.

Billy: Cookie Woman.

Loomis: Cookie Woman?

Cop at Pageant: [into walkie talkie] Dale's Gas Station, 5th in Main.

Loomis: [Tina arrives at the clinic] Tina.

Tina: Where's Jamie? Is something wrong?

Jamie: [says clearly] Tina.

Tina: [runs to her and they hug] Say it again.

Jamie: T-ina.

Tina: I love it.

[they hug]

Loomis: Why don't you stay the night?

Tina: Oh, sorry, I've got to run.

Loomis: Tina, please.

Tina: Stay away, okay? You know you're really creepy, filling that little girl with all that bogeyman crap.

Loomis: I believe that you're in danger. Jamie believes it too.

Tina: Jamie is a nine-year-old girl.

Loomis: Be sensible.

Tina: [laughs] I'm never sensible if I can help it.

[walks away]

Rachel: [on the phone] Bye, sweetie. I love you. You be a good girl. Bye.

Loomis: [hangs the phone up] So, she was perfectly all right. Come on, Billy, I think Jamie needs to get some rest.

Billy: Jamie, are you okay?

[tries to touch her, but she slaps him away]

Loomis: Come on.

[Billy leaves, Loomis stays and closes the door; he gets a pen and paper]

Loomis: You sense something, don't you? Tell me. Tell me what you know.

[she is crying and trying to speak]

Loomis: Here. Write, write, write. Write what you know! Jamie, please. Please.

Dr. Hart: Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.

[Jamie is struggling to breathe; they start to place something in her throat]

Loomis: No! No!

Dr. Hart: What are you doing?

Loomis: Leave her.

Dr. Hart: This girl is dying; I have to open her trachea, for God's sake.

Loomis: She will stabilize.

Dr. Hart: She's dying.

Loomis: No.

[Jamie becomes calm and can breathe again]

Loomis: Do you see?

Dr. Hart: I see you want this girl dead.

Loomis: She has something to tell us.

Loomis: What's the story? Was the kid really possessed?

Harry D'Amour: Probably.

Loomis: You gonna tell me by what?

Harry D'Amour: Oh, you know, the usual.