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Heather: "This is my home."
Josh: "You look a little blurry, man. Let me zoom out, okay?"
Heather: "Got it?"
Josh: "Okay I got you."
Heather: "This is my home. Which I am leaving the comforts of for the weekend to explore the Blair Witch."

Heather: "Uh, we're doing a documentary."
Local Citizen: "Yeah?"
Heather: "About the Blair Witch."
Local Citizen: "Oh."
Heather: "Oh, have you heard of the Blair Witch?"
Local Citizen: "That's an old, old, old story."

Heather: "Could you just run it for a couple of feet for me so we can check that it's okay?"
Josh: "Sure."

Josh: "So what's up? Are you happy with the way the documentary's going?"
Heather: "Yes, I am."
Josh: "Yeah?"
Heather: "Yeah. And I'm very pleasantly surprised by our little Mikey."
Mike: "Our little Mikey."

Josh: "I could help you, but I'd rather stay here and record."
Heather: "Okay. Packs are on. We're ready to go."
Mike: "We gotta go up to the shack? The shany?"
Heather: "Yup."

Heather: "Josh feels it's necessary to look at the map now. Even though I know where we're going. We're going straight ahead up there."
Mike: "If you know where we're going, we wouldn't be hiking.."
Josh: "We're in the middle of the bleeping woods, man."
Heather: "Some of it is, some of it is off-trail hiking."

Josh: "I mean, what's your take on the Blair Witch at this point?"

Heather: "This is Burkitsville. Formally Blair. It is a small, quiet Maryland town. Much like a small quiet town anywhere."

Heather: "They went into the woods prepared to find death. What they found was a desicration of humanity at the site which trappers have often referred to as Coffin Rock."

Heather: "There an unusally high number of children laid to rest here. Most of whom passed in the 1940's. Yet no one is the town seems to recall anything unusual about this time. To us anyway. Yet legend tells a different story. One whose evidence is all around us. Etched in stone."

Local Citizen: "As I remember, Mr. Par was an old hermit."
Heather: "Right."
Local Citizen: "And he lived up on the mountain. He lived up there. Been there for a long long time. In the fall or winter of 1940, some of the young kids started dissapearing. Nobody knew anything about why they were dissapearing. Finally, one day old Mr. Par come down into the market and said, "I'm finally finished."
Heather: "And what did he mean by that?"
Local Citizen: "Well, I guess nobody knew at first, but the police finally went up on the mountain, and they searched his house, and they found the bodies of seven kids from the area."
Heather: "Wow."
Local Citizen: "And those were the seven kids that were missing. And then they brought them out of the woods one at a time, and it just was a terrible thing. Just tore the whole community up."

Heather: "Keeps screaming Mike's name at the old house at the end of the movie.)"

Heather: "What?"
Mike: "Nothing. I don't know why you gotta have every conversation on video, man. Tape some evidence."
Heather: "Cause we're making a documentary."
Mike: "Not about us getting lost. We're making a documentary about a witch."
Heather: "I have the camera. It doesn't hurt, because we'll all look back on this, and laugh hardily."

Heather: "Listen. Hello?! Hello?! ...It's all around us."

Josh: "Oh god! Hurry up!"
Heather: "I'm coming! My shoes aren't laced! Oh my god! What the bleep is that?! What the bleep is that?!"

Heather: "I am so, so sorry. For everything that has happened. Because inspite of what Mike says now, it is my fault. Because it was my project. Everything had to be my way. And this is where we've ended up. And it's all because of me that we're here now. Hungry, cold, and hunted..."