Hal: I was protecting you!
Malcolm: From what, Dad?! [Hal gestures] From ghosts?! Well, I say bring them on. I hereby summon all ghosts and goblins.
Hal: No, no, no, no.
Malcolm: Come phantoms and specters from the gates of Hell, thou are hereby invited.
Hal: He's kidding! That's the kind of language they respond to.
Malcolm: I challenge ye to prove me wrong. Go ahead, rip the skin from our bones and feast on our innards. We are lambs for your slaughter.
Hal: Malcolm!
Malcolm: Swallow this house into the bowels of Hell! [doorbell rings]
Kids: Trick or treat!
Hal: [yells to the kids] Run! Run from this place and never return!
Girl: That guy was good.