Randy: The way I see it someone's out to make a sequel. You know cash in on all the movie murder hoopla. So it's our job to observe the rules of the sequel. Number One: The Body count is always bigger. Number Two: The Death scenes are always much more elaborate. More blood, more Gore. Carnage Candy! Your core audience just expects it. And Number Three: If you want your sequel to become a franchise never ever...
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Randy: The way I see it, someone's out to make a sequel. You know, cash in on all the movie murder hoopla. So, it's our job to observe the rules of the sequel. Number one: the body count is always bigger. Number two: the death scenes are always much more elaborate. Carnage candy. And number three: never, ever, under any circumstances, assume the killer is dead.
Cotton: I don't know about homicide, but you've definitely got me for raising my voice in a public library.
Gale: Hey, you'd better check your conscience at the door sweetie. I'm not here to be loved.
Maureen Evans: Bitch, hang up the phone and star-69 his ass!
Cotton: Jeeze Gale, you've got more lives than a cat.
Maureen Evans: See, if that was me, I'd be running!
Cici: Drink with your brains, that's our motto.
Mickey: It's a perfect example of life imitating art imitating life.
Joel: Brothers don't last long in situations like this.
Derek: I am gonna fucking kill you! FUCKING KILL YOU! You are dead! DEAD!
Phone Voice: Have you ever felt a knife cut through human flesh and scrape the bone beneath?
Randy: The way I see it someone's out to make a sequel. You know cash in on all the movie murder hoopla. So it's our job to observe the rules of the sequel. Number One: The Body count is always bigger. Number Two: The Death scenes are always much more elaborate. More blood, more Gore. Carnage Candy! Your core audience just expects it. And Number Three: If you want your sequel to become a franchise never ever...
Mickey: Derick just needs to realize that the 90s is no time to play hero. why would ge back in that house anyway?
Randy: The way I see it, someone's out to make a sequel. You know, cash in on all the movie murder hoopla. So, it's our job to observe the rules of the sequel. Number one: the body count is always bigger. Number two: the death scenes are always much more elaborate. Carnage candy. And number three: never, ever, under any circumstances, assume the killer is dead.
Cotton: I don't know about homicide, but you've definitely got me for raising my voice in a public library.
Maureen Evans: Bitch, hang up the phone and star-69 his ass!
Gale: Hey, you'd better check your conscience at the door sweetie. I'm not here to be loved.
Cotton: Jeeze Gale, you've got more lives than a cat.
Maureen Evans: See, if that was me, I'd be running!
Cici: Drink with your brains, that's our motto.
Mickey: It's a perfect example of life imitating art imitating life.
Randy: The way I see it, someone's out to make a sequel. You know, cash in on all the movie murder hoopla. So, it's our job to observe the rules of the sequel. Number one: the body count is always bigger. Number two: the death scenes are always much more elaborate. Carnage candy. And number three: never, ever, under any circumstances, assume the killer is dead.
Cotton: Jeeze Gale, you've got more lives than a cat.
Maureen Evans: See, if that was me, I'd be running!
Joel: Brothers don't last long in situations like this.
Phone Voice: Have you ever felt a knife cut through human flesh and scrape the bone beneath?
Randy: The way I see it someone's out to make a sequel. You know cash in on all the movie murder hoopla. So it's our job to observe the rules of the sequel. Number One: The Body count is always bigger. Number Two: The Death scenes are always much more elaborate. More blood, more Gore. Carnage Candy! Your core audience just expects it. And Number Three: If you want your sequel to become a franchise never ever...
Phone Voice: What's your favorite scary movie? Randy: Showgirls. Absolutely frightening. What's yours?
Film Class Mopey Girl: So Mr. Originality, how would you make it different? Randy: I'd let the geek get the girl.
Dewey: When did she start smoking? Randy: Ever since those nude pictures on the internet. Gale: It was just my head, it was Jennifer Aniston's body!
Phone Voice: Why are you even here Randy? You'll never be the leading man. Randy: Fuck you! Phone Voice: No matter how hard you try you'll never be the hero and you'll never ever get the girl.
Film Class Guy #1: No way. The first Terminator is historical. Randy: Yeah... Sarah Connor. Yes. Film Class Guy #2: Alright, alright. House II: The Second Story. Randy: The entire horror genre was destroyed by sequels. Mickey: I got it, by the way. I got it. Godfather Part II. Randy: That's very good. Very good. That's an Oscar winning exception.
Joel: Look, granted, I should've read your book before I took this job, but I'm reading it now and, whoa! I just read what happened to your last camera man. The guy got gutted. Now I'm gonna do what any rational human being would do and that is to get the fuck outta here. Gale: First of all, he wasn't gutted; I made that part up... his throat was slashed. Joel: Gale, gutted, slashed, the guy ain't in the union no more.
Cici: Who are you calling for? Phone Voice: What if I said you? Cici: What if I said goodbye? Phone Voice: Why would you want to do that? Cici: Why do you always answer a question with a question? Phone Voice: I'm inquisitive. Cici: Yeah, and I'm impatient. Look, do you wanna leave a message for somebody? Phone Voice: Do you want to die tonight, Cici?
Sidney Prescott: I want to know who it is. Hallie: No, no, Sid! Sidney Prescott: I'm going back! Hallie: Stupid people go back! Smart people run! We're smart people, so we should just get the fuck outta here!
Phil Stevens: We got these tickets for free. Maureen Evans: It's some dumb-ass white movie about some dumb-ass white girls getting their white asses cut the fuck up, okay?
Gale: I feel bad Dewey, I feel really bad! I never say that cause I never feel bad about anything, but I feel bad now. Dewey: Is this just another brilliant Gale Weathers performance? Gale: There are no cameras here. I just wanna find this fucker! I really do.
Debbie: Please Miss Weathers, it would just be such an honor if I could get a quote from you for my story. Gale: All right. Begin quote. Debbie: Great. Gale: Your flattering remarks are both desperate and obvious. End quote!
Randy: Mickey, the freaky Tarantino film student. But if he's a suspect, so am I. Lets move on. Dewey: Wait a minute. Maybe you are a suspect. Randy: Well if I'm a suspect, you're a suspect. Dewey: Good point. Ok, let's move on to...
Debbie: Two birds, one stone. Mickey was a good boy, but, MY GOD, that old "Blame The Movies" motive. Did you buy that for one second? Poor boy was completely out of his mind. Sidney Prescott: And you're not? Debbie: No. I'm very sane. My motive isn't as "90s" as Mickey's. Mine is just good old fashioned revenge. You killed my son! And, now, I kill you and I can't think of anything more rational. Sidney Prescott: You're never gonna get away with this. Debbie: Oh, of course, I will. Everything's traceable back to Mickey, including the cop gun he used to kill everybody. But let's just say that you have gotten hold of the other cop's gun. And you chased Mickey and there was a big shoot out and a big scuffle, and you shot Mickey, killed Mickey dead. But not before he got off one shot at you. Okay. So, have I covered everything? Are there any questions? Any comments? You know what, though? Who gives a flying FUCK, ANYWAY? Let 'em try and track down the second possible killer. Debbie Salt doesn't exist. Sidney Prescott: You're as crazy as your son was. Debbie: What did you just say? Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy? Sidney Prescott: No. Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect. You did a bang up job, Mrs. Loomis. Debbie: Not wise to patronize a mother with a gun, Sidney. Randy spoke poorly of Billy and I got little knife happy. Ha! I was a good mother. You know what makes me sick? I am sick to death of people saying that it's all the parents' fault that all starts with the family. Wanna blame someone? Why don't you blame YOUR MOTHER? She was the one who stole my husband and broke up my family. And then you took my son! You don't know what it is to be a mother, to raise a child and teach him and guide him-... Sidney Prescott: - -AND ABANDON HIM? Isn't Mickey supposed to be dead?
Gale: It's happening again, isn't it? Dewey: You'd love that, wouldn't you? Better hurry Gale, might get scooped.
Mickey: Just wait until the trial. It is gonna rock! Debbie: Oh, Mickey, there's not going to be a trial.
Sidney Prescott: Mrs. Loomis? Gale: What? Mickey: BILLY'S MOTHER! Mickey: Nice twist huh? Didn't see it coming, did you? Gale: Jesus. It can't be, I've seen pictures of you. Sidney Prescott: Yeah this is 60 pounds and a lot of work later. Debbie: It's called a makeover. You should try it. Look a little tired yourself there, Gale!
Sidney Prescott: You're as crazy as your son was! Debbie: What did you just say? Debbie: Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy? Sidney Prescott: No, Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect, you did a bang-up job Mrs. Loomis. Debbie: It's not wise to patronize me with a gun Sidney! Randy spoke poorly of Billy and I got a little knife happy.
Gale: So I am heading down to Admissions to do some legwork, you game? Dewey: I'm not here to write a book Miss Weathers, I'm here to help Syd. Gale: I wanna help her too, and help myself, of course. Come on Dewey, smile for me once, please! Dewey: I'll smile when I catch the killer.
Dewey: Look, Gale's no killer. Randy: Ok, all right then, but if she's not a killer, she's a target.
Mickey: Empire Strikes Back. Better story, improved effects. Randy: Not a sequel, part of a trilogy, completely planned.
Mickey: The Delta Lambdas are the biggest bunch of fuckin'... Hallie: Hey! I'm pledging Delta Lambda, thank you!
Maureen Evans: Why is she naked? What has that got to do with the plot; her being butt ass naked? Phil Stevens: I don't know about the plot but I'm gettin a stiffy.
