“ I met him, fifteen years ago. I was told there was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, 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 what was living behind that boy’s eyes was purely and simply…evil.”

“ Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously? ”

“ They're Here! ”

“ You've... been... BAD! ”

[singing] " We're going to get you. We're going to get you. Not another peep. Time to go to sleep. ”

— Linda - Evil Dead (1981)