Blumhouse’s Freaky (2020) Best Movie Quotes – ‘Don’t Freak out.’

The Butcher (Millie): This is like three gallons of pee. This guy’s bladder is huge.
Josh: Is everything huge?
Nyla: Joshua.
Josh: You know this is the boys room, right?
Nyla: She’s got a d**k in her hand, and you’re wearing Chanel No. 5. I think we’re past labels.

The Butcher (Millie): This is ridiculous. You guys got to see this. This is like a floppy anteater.

Josh: This it?
The Butcher (Millie): Yes. That’s it! That’s the dagger!
Josh: “La Dola. An ancient Aztecan dagger used in ritual sacrifice?”

Josh: [referring to the dagger] There’s writing on it. I think it’s Spanish. I can’t read it.
Nyla: Aren’t you in Spanish Three?
Josh: And your point?
Nyla: You should be able to read Spanish.
Josh: Nobody pays attention in that class.

The Butcher (Millie): [referring to the boys bathroom wall graffiti] Boys are so gross.

The Butcher (Millie): [seeing a graffiti about herself] Oh, my God. Are you serious? I’m not a c**k gobbler.

Tim Turnipseed: Hurry up, loser. I got to take a dump.
[Millie as the Butcher gets out of bathroom stall]
Tim Turnipseed: I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was looking for someone else.
The Butcher (Millie): Boo! Boo! How does that feel? You like being scared?
Tim Turnipseed: No. I’m sorry. I thought it was going to be… Please.
[Millie as the Butcher lifts up Tim by the scruff of his shirt against the wall]
The Butcher (Millie): If you ever mess with Millie Kessler, or any other kid again, I swear, I’ll make you wish your buggy, wormy, stupid face was never born. Do you got it?
[Tim nods]
The Butcher (Millie): Oh, my God. Did you just pee yourself?
Tim Turnipseed: Yes!
The Butcher (Millie): Ew! That’s disgusting.

The Butcher (Millie): So you’re saying if I don’t stab him with the Dola, by midnight, I’m going to be stuck in this body forever?
Josh: Yep.
The Butcher (Millie): That’s in like nine hours.
Josh: It’s doable. Adjacent.

The Butcher (Millie): [to Nyla and Josh] Guys, he’s here somewhere. And he’s wearing my body, and he’s wearing my face. He’s like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. And if we don’t capture him first, God knows how many people he’s going to kill.

[as they see the Butcher as Millie]
The Butcher (Millie): Woh. What am I wearing? Stop right there!
Millie (The Butcher): [yells] Help! Help! Oh, my God! It’s the Blissfield Butcher! Help me! Help!
Cop: Freeze!
Josh: Run!

Deputy Jim Hayworth: [referring to Josh’s car] Suspect spotted in a s**t heap! Headed west from the high school!

Josh: We need to get you a disguise, Mill. You can’t be walking around in those clothes with that face. Everyone knows who you are.
The Butcher (Millie): Good plan.

Coral: [as the Butcher as Millie is in the changing room] Your voice, it’s so comforting, and very manly. I know this is awkward, but I’ve had such a good time talking to you.
The Butcher (Millie): Yeah, it’s been…
Coral: We hardly know each other. I know, I know. Yeah. And I haven’t even seen you yet, but I think we have a connection. And I would like to know if maybe you would like to grab a coffee with me sometime.
The Butcher (Millie): Ew. God, no.

Nyla: [referring to the mask] Quick, put it on. You’re scary Aaron Rodgers now.
The Butcher (Millie): Who?
Nyla: Famous quarterback. Green Bay Packers.
Josh: Even I know that.
The Butcher (Millie): You know I hate sports.

The Butcher (Millie): [referring to the mask] This is terrifying. I can’t breathe.
Nyla: It’s all we had time to grab. Your sister’s on our a**. Let’s go.
The Butcher (Millie): I can’t see s**t. How do killers do this?

Millie (The Butcher): [whisper to Brett as he touches her butt] Your touch makes this p**sy drier than sandpaper, you f***ing monkey. I can’t wait to kill you.
[walks off]
Brett: She f***ing wants me.

The Butcher (Millie): He’s going to kill him.
Josh: What?
The Butcher (Millie): He’s going to kill him!
Josh: I literally can’t understand you.
The Butcher (Millie): [takes of the mask] Here. Divide and survive. You go that way.

Josh: [referring to tying up Millie’s hands] Where the hell did you learn how to do that?
The Butcher (Millie): Dad was an Eagle Scout.

The Butcher (Millie): [referring to Booker] He’s even gorgeous when he’s unconscious.

The Butcher (Millie): [to Booker] Look, I know I look like the Butcher. But it’s Millie. This is going to sound really strange.
Millie (The Butcher): Booker. Booker, look at me. He’s crazy.

The Butcher (Millie): Okay. Booker, can you look at me, please? Please. Booker, please. Can you look at me? Just for a second? Okay, so last night, our consciousness, or our spirit, whatever you want to call it, okay? It traded places.
Nyla: She’s telling the truth.
The Butcher (Millie): So he stabbed me with the Dola, which is like this ancient mystical dagger. And now I have like less than six hours to swap back, or I’m going to be stuck in his body forever.

Millie (The Butcher): You’re all going to jail for this. You too, Booker. Unless you help me. Booker.
Josh: Dry up, b**ch.
Millie (The Butcher): Booker, help! Booker!
Josh: Will you shut up?!
Millie (The Butcher): [whimpers] Booker.

The Butcher (Millie): [to Booker] Look, I know this is crazy, okay? And there’s a lot of voices competing. You see my friends, you know Nyla and Josh, and they’re on my side, okay? And this is clearly not me. Have you ever seen me dressed like that? I mean, I kind of like a lot of what he’s doing with it. But it’s, the point is that you’ve never seen me dressed like that, right? Do you like that?

Booker: No, I need to go right now. You’re not going to stop me. I’m going to freak out, okay?!
The Butcher (Millie): [recites] “I’m not yours, not lost in you. Not lost, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon. Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still a spirit, beautiful and bright. Yet I am, who long to be lost as light is lost in light. Plunge me deep into love. Put away my senses. Leave me deaf and blind, swept by the tempest of your love, a taper in the rushing wind.”

Booker: A few weeks ago, I found a poem in my locker. It was anonymous.
The Butcher (Millie): I don’t know why I did it. I just was, you know, it was just stupid.
Millie (The Butcher): You sad f***ing c***. A poem in his locker? You pathetic coward.

Booker: [pointing to Millie as the Butcher] And what about her?
Nyla: Pronouns.
Booker: Christ, what about him?

Nyla: Someone needs to stay behind and keep an eye on him, just in case.
[they all look at Josh]
Josh: What? Me?
Nyla: It’s your house.
Josh: Definitely going to die this time.
Nyla: Chill out. You’ll be fine.
[they all turn to leave]
Josh: Wait. Wait, guys. Great. Leave me alone with Murder Barbie.

The Butcher (Millie): [to Booker, as they watch Nyla go to the police station] I’ve never been so stressed and excited at the same time in my life. Hashtag “stress-cited”. Hashtag “nerves of steel”. Hashtag “what is she doing?”

The Butcher (Millie): But, you know, I have to admit, in a really strange way, that it hasn’t been all bad.
Booker: What do you mean?
The Butcher (Millie): I don’t know. It’s just, you know, I felt oddly empowered being in this body. Like invincible, or kind of bada**. I know. It’s, I mean, it’s ridiculous, but I guess when you’re someone like me, and, you know, you’ve been bullied most of your life, and, you know, sort of just put down a lot, that, you know, it does feel kind of good to just feel strong for once.

Booker: Strength doesn’t come from size. It doesn’t.
[points to his head and heart]
Booker: It comes from up here. And in there. And you are a lot stronger than you think.

Josh: [to Millie as the Butcher] That nasty stare does not scare me.

Mrs. Detmer: Honey, why is Millie tied to my dining chair?
Josh: Role-play.
Mrs. Detmer: I’m sorry?
Josh: We’re role-playing.

Mrs. Detmer: Isn’t role-playing a sex game?
Josh: Is it?
Mrs. Detmer: Mm-hmm.
Josh: Yes. Yes, it is. Mm-hmm. Yep.
Mrs. Detmer: So…
Josh: Okay. Mom, I didn’t want to tell you until I was ready, but I’m straight.
Mrs. Detmer: Joshua, you are many things, but straight isn’t one of them.

Josh: [as his mom is about to untie Millie] He’s the Blissfield Butcher!
Mrs. Detmer: God! Joshua Michael Detmer, I’ve been slinging peanuts to a**holes all week. I don’t have time for this.

Booker: So about that poem…
The Butcher (Millie): Oh, my gosh. Please don’t bring that up. That was a total mistake.
Booker: That was a mistake? What, you accidentally wrote it, and you were just going by my locker, and you tripped, and it fell in?
The Butcher (Millie): Yes, exactly. That’s what happened.

Booker: Well, I thought it was beautiful. The poem. Probably read it like a hundred times.
The Butcher (Millie): Really?
Booker: I mean, once I got over how creepy it was finding it, yeah.
The Butcher (Millie): Sorry.
Booker: I’m kidding. I actually kind of hoped that it was your poem.
The Butcher (Millie): No, you didn’t.

Booker: Millie, I’ve liked you since day one.
The Butcher (Millie): You don’t have to say that.
Booker: I know I don’t. That’s why I did. How weird is it that I kind of feel like kissing you right now?
The Butcher (Millie): Technically, you’d be kissing a mass murderer with yellow teeth.
Booker: You’re still Millie to me.
[they start kissing and the Butcher as Millie touches Booker’s face]
The Butcher (Millie): Maybe we should wait for when my hand’s not bigger than your whole face.
Booker: Yeah. No, no, no. That’s okay. It’s whenever you want. I’m not going anywhere.

Charlene: [referring to the jail cell] Get me out!
The Butcher (Millie): I really thought your hamster could swim, and I’m so sorry that Regal died. But this is all going to make sense to you later on. I got to run. I’m so sorry. I love you!

Josh: Your sister’s a s**tty driver.
The Butcher (Millie): That’s not Char! That’s the Butcher! And he’s got the Dola.

Brett: So you think you’re this hot s**t now, huh? You know, I’ve never made anyone’s p**sy dry. I mean, look at me.
[Millie as the Butcher stares at him]
Brett: Oh, now you like it.

The Butcher (Millie): You guys stay here. This is way too dangerous.
Nyla: There is no way we’re not helping you, Mill. We’re in this together.
Booker: Thirteen minutes left.
Josh: Or you’re the Butcher forever.

The Butcher (Millie): Time to stab this a**hole.

The Butcher (Millie): I want my body back.
Millie (The Butcher): Come and get it.

The Butcher (Millie): [to Millie as the Butcher] Stop! I’m trying to stab myself!

The Butcher (Millie): Come back with my f***ing body!

Josh: [to Millie, referring to Booker] Time to land that plane, girl.
Booker: Hi. How’s the shoulder?
Millie: Honestly, the best pain I’ve ever felt.

Millie: So that thing we were trying to do earlier.
Booker: Oh. Oh! Oh, are we ready to try that again? I don’t know. Let’s see.
[he takes her hand and puts it on his face]
Millie: That’s much better.
[they kiss]

The Butcher: [as the Butcher holds her at knife point] What’s the matter, Millie? You got what you wanted, right? You got your body back. Why aren’t you happy?
Charlene: Freeze!
[as she goes to shoot, her gun doesn’t shoot]
The Butcher: Little girls shouldn’t play with guns.

The Butcher: I’ve been in your body. I understand why you feel so weak. Why you feel so meager. And all that anxiety that you got. Clinging to your dead dad. You’re really just a lesser version of her. And having to take all those orders from some drunk mom.
Millie: [the Butcher twists her arm] Ah! God! Ah!
The Butcher: That’s not a life. But it’s alright. It’s okay. We’ll fix it.

Millie: You know, I learned something when I was in your body too.
The Butcher: What’s that?
Millie: [kicks him in the balls] Having balls sucks.
[with Corla and Charlene’s help Millie impales him with a broken table leg]

Charlene: [after Millie finally kills the Butcher] Damn, Mill.
Millie: I am a f***ing piece.