Claire: If you look in the mirror and say his name 5 times He'll appear behind you breathing down your neck Candyman: They will say that I have shed innocent blood. What's blood for, if not for shedding? Candyman: [to Helen Lyle] You are not content with the stories, so I was obliged to come. Helen Lyle: What's the matter, Trevor? Scared of something? Candyman: I am the writing on the wall, the whisper in the classroom! Without these things, I am nothing. So now, I must shed innocent blood. COME WITH ME! Candyman: It was always you, Helen... Gang Leader: [to Helen] We hear you're looking for Candyman bitch. Well guess what, you found him! [knocks Helen to the floor with the back of a hook] [repeated line] Candyman: Be my victim. Helen Lyle: We got a real shot here. An entire community attributing the daily horrors of their lives to a mythical figure. Candyman: The pain, I assure you, shall be most exquisite. Candyman: The pain, I can assure you... will be exquisite. As for our deaths, there is nothing to fear. Our names will be written on a thousand walls. Our crimes told... and retold by our faithful believers. We shall die together in front of their very eyes... and give them something to be haunted by. Come with me... and be immortal. Candyman: Why do you want to live? If you would learn just a little from me, you would not beg to live. I am rumor. It is a blessed condition, believe me. To be whispered about at street corners. To live in the other people's dreams... but not to have to be. Do you understand?