Gale: People treat me like I'm the anti-Christ of television journalism.
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Tatum: No, please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!
Ghostface: What's your favorite scary movie?
Billy: We all go a little mad sometimes.
Billy: Mmmm... corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pig's blood in "Carrie."
Randy: Careful. This is the moment when the supposedly dead killer comes back to life, for one last scare. Not in my movie.
Tatum: "I'll send you a copy." BAM! Bitch went down. "I'll send you a copy." BAM! Sid! Superbitch!
Randy: It's the millennium. Motives are incidental.
Gale: Guess I remembered the safety that time, bastard.
Randy: If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath - would you be standing in the horror section?
Gale: If I'm right about this, I could save a man's life. Do you know what that would do for my book sales?
Tatum: Billy and his penis don't deserve you.
Gale Weather: Oh, God, Kenny. I'm sorry, but get off my fucking windshield!
Randy: Now that Billy tried to mutilate her, do you think Sid would go out with me?
Billy: What's the matter Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Billy: It's called subtlety, Stu. You should look it up.
Stu: I will totally protect you. Yo, I am so buff, I got you covered, girl.
Sidney Prescott: Why can't I be a Meg Ryan movie? Or even a good porno.
Principal Himbry: You make me so sick. Your entire havoc-inducing, thieving, whoring generation disgusts me.
Tatum: It's so sad. Her mom and dad found her hanging from a tree limb, her insides on the outside.
I always had a thing for ya, Sid! Ohhhhh, God! Bitch! Sidney Prescott: In your dreams!
Billy: What do I have to do to prove to you that I'm not a killer?
Gale: People treat me like I'm the anti-Christ of television journalism.
Tatum: Well, you're not going to be alone any more, right? If you pee, I pee. Is that clear?
Tatum: No, please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!
Ghostface: What's your favorite scary movie?
Billy: We all go a little mad sometimes.
Billy: Mmmm... corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pig's blood in "Carrie."
Tatum: "I'll send you a copy." BAM! Bitch went down. "I'll send you a copy." BAM! Sid! Superbitch!
Stu: Surprise, Sidney.
Randy: It's the millennium. Motives are incidental.
Gale: Guess I remembered the safety that time, bastard.
Randy: If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath - would you be standing in the horror section?
Gale: If I'm right about this, I could save a man's life. Do you know what that would do for my book sales?
Tatum: Billy and his penis don't deserve you.
Gale Weather: Oh, God, Kenny. I'm sorry, but get off my fucking windshield!
Billy: What's the matter Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Randy: Now that Billy tried to mutilate her, do you think Sid would go out with me?
Billy: It's called subtlety, Stu. You should look it up.
Stu: I will totally protect you. Yo, I am so buff, I got you covered, girl.
Stu: Did you really call the police? Sidney Prescott: You bet your sorry ass I did. Stu: My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me!
Sidney Prescott: You sick fucks. You've seen one too many movies! Billy: Now Sid, don't you blame the movies. Movies don't create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative!
Sidney Prescott: Oh, my God. Randy I thought you were dead. Randy: I probably should be. I never thought I'd be so happy to be a virgin.
Randy: There are certain RULES that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance, number one: you can never have sex. Randy: BIG NO NO! BIG NO NO! Sex equals death, okay? Number two: you can never drink or do drugs. Randy: The sin factor! It's a sin. It's an extension of number one. And number three: never, ever, ever under any circumstances say, "I'll be right back." Because you won't be back. Stu: I'm gettin' another beer, you want one? Randy: Yeah, sure. Stu: I'll be right back. Randy: See, you push the laws and you end up dead. Okay, I'll see you in the kitchen with a knife.
Stu: Shit... Billy: What? Stu: Oh, shit. Billy: Where are they? Where are they? Stu: I don't know, Billy, but I'm hurtin', man! Stu: Should I let the machine get it? Billy: Hello? Sidney Prescott: Are you alone in the house? Billy: Bitch! You bitch, where the fuck are you? Sidney Prescott: Not so fast, we're going to play a little game. It's called: Guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass! Billy: Find her, you dipshit! Get up! Stu: I can't, Billy. You already cut me too deep. I think I'm dying here, man! Billy: Talk to her. Talk to her. Stu: Hello? Sidney Prescott: Ah, Stu, Stu, Stu... What's your motive? Billy's got one. The police are on their way. What are you going to tell them? Stu: Peer pressure. I'm far too sensitive. Billy: I'm going to rip you up, bitch, just like your fucking mother! Sidney Prescott: You've gotta find me first, you pansy-ass momma's boy! Billy: Fuck! Stu: Ow! You fuckin' hit me with the phone, dick!
Phone Voice: Name the killer in Friday the 13th. Casey: Jason! Jason! Jason! Phone Voice: I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer! Casey: No, it's not. No it's not. It was Jason. Phone Voice: Afraid not. No way. Casey: Listen, it was Jason! I saw that movie 20 goddamn times! Phone Voice: Then you should know that Jason's mother, Mrs. Voorhees was the original killer. Jason didn't show up until the sequel. I'm afraid that was a wrong answer. Casey: You tricked me. Phone Voice: Lucky for you there's a bonus round, but poor Steve... I'm afraid he's OUT!
Casey: Listen, asshole... Phone Voice: No, *you* listen to me you little bitch! You hang up on me again and I'll gut you like a fish!
Sidney Prescott: But this is life. This isn't a movie. Billy: Sure it is, Sid. It's all a movie. It's all one great big movie. Billy: Only you can't pick your genre.
Sidney Prescott: How do you - gut someone? Stu: You take a knife and you slit 'em from groin to sternum. Billy: Hey. It's called tact, you fuck-rag.
Billy: Where the fuck is it? Gale: Right here, asshole. Billy: I thought she was dead. Stu: She looked dead, man. Still does.
Sidney Prescott: Why are you doing this? Billy: It's all part of the game, Sidneeeee! Billy: It's called GUESS HOW I'M GONNA DIE! Sidney Prescott: Fuck you! Billy: We've already played that game. Remember? You lost.
Casey: What do you want? Ghostface: To see what your insides look like.
Casey: Look, I am two seconds away from calling the police! Phone Voice: They'll never make it in time.
Randy: Listen up. They found Principal Himbry dead. He was gutted and hung from the goal post on the football field. Drunk teen: Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go over there before they pry him down!
Sidney Prescott: Why can't I be a Meg Ryan movie? Or even a good porno.
Principal Himbry: You make me so sick. Your entire havoc-inducing, thieving, whoring generation disgusts me.
