“Miss Olin: Poor Thackery Binx. Neither his Father nor his Mother nor the entire town ever knew what became of him those 300 years ago. And so, the Sanderson Sisters were hanged by the Salem town folk. Now, there are those who say that on Halloween Night, a black cat still guards the old Sanderson House, warding off any who might make the Witches come back to life.

Max: Give me a break.

Miss Olin: Ah ha. We seem to have a skeptic in our midst. Mr. Dennison, would you care to share your California, laid-back, tie-dye point of view?

Max: Okay. Granted that, uh, you folks here Salem are into all these, uh, black cats and witches and stuff...

Miss Olin: Stuff?

Max: Fine, but everyone here knows that Halloween was invented by the candy companies. It's a conspiracy.

Allison: It just so happens that Halloween is based on the ancient feast called All Hallow's Eve. It's the one night of the year where the spirits of the dead can return to Earth.

Max: In case Jimi Hendrix shows up tonight, here's my number.

Boy in Class: Max, fat chance.”