Mummies never die, so they tell me.
Catalog
Matt Duffer
Joyce, this is Hawkins, okay? You wanna know the worst thing that’s ever happened here in the four years I’ve been working here? Do you wanna know the worst thing? It was when an owl attacked Eleanor Gillespie’s head because it thought that her hair was a nest.
Mornings are for coffee and contemplation.
No. After school, you all go home. Immediately. That means no biking around looking for your friend, no investigating, no nonsense. This isn't some Lord of the Rings book.
Mornings are for coffee and contemplation.
Joyce: 'He’s a sensitive kid. Lonnie used to say he was queer. Called him a fag.' Hopper: '...Is he?' Joyce: 'He’s missing, is what he is!'
Nancy: You're an idiot, Steve Harrington. Steve: You're beautiful, Nancy Wheeler.
Nancy, seriously, you're gonna be so cool now, it's ridiculous.
Mornings are for coffee and contemplation.
Friends don't lie.
This is not a normal family.
Nothing is gonna go back to the way that it was. Not really. But it’ll get better. In time.
You smell that Mags? That's actually shit. Cow shit. [I don't see any cows] Clearly you haven't met the high school girls.
That's how you do it Hawkins, that's how you do it!
It's like when you have a dream and you can't remember it unless you think really hard.
Eleven, Doc Owens. Doc Owens, Eleven. She’s been staying with me for about a year and she’s about to save our asses. Maybe when this is all said and done, maybe you could help her out, too, you know? Maybe you could help her lead, like, a normal life. One where she’s not poked and prodded and…
This thing has had Will long enough. Let’s kill the son of a bitch.