Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Hicks, get to the Sidney Prescott's room and call for backup! - Be right up, Sir.
- Hello? - Who is this?
Shit.
Stick a fork in 1996 already.
What was that, Sheriff?
- You are the one with a stalker. - Are the doors locked?
I must have left the window in my room open.
- Why are you doing this? - Ah, friends count, but it's the family ties that cut deep. Am I right?
We're live at Woodsboro Community Hospital, awaiting a first public statement from Jill Roberts, survivor.
- Jesus Christ, where did you come from? - The front door. By the way Kirby, with everything that's going on right now...
- First movie to ever put the audience in the killer's POV. - Wait, wait. No, no, no, no.
- Kirby, let me in! - Charlie...
- The balcony! - There's no other way out?
- I'm moving upstairs. - Get out of my house!
Cut and run, you fucking bastard.
Allright Gale, let's do it. Let's reinvent myself.
Y'all Tuesday, class is not hold then - That was fast.
- I'm on my way. - Ok.
- You two ok? - Well, i read somewhere once "Just when you think things can't get any worse,
Go, go, go, go!
- Oh, God... - Now, get up bitch.
It's sick, right? Well sick is the new sane. You had your 15 minutes, no I want mine!
Wow...
Sid...
It was the killer's voice. From Stab. From, I mean you know, from your life.
- You were... Tiger Lily. - I am sorry, it was a long time ago.
What?
Consider this an alternate ending. You're not gonna get out of this, Jill.
- Sheriff. - Yeah? - We got a couple high school kids in here.
No, no, no. Please.
If you re a rookie, some with a wife who's pregnant, you do.
- Hicks, you're alive? - Wear the vest, save your chest.
We need a doctor, Goddammit!
Where are Hoss and Perkins? I couldn't get em on the radio.
- Where's Jill? - Oh, you think she's gonna get away? You think anyone gets away?
- Kirby, it's me! Please let me in! - Get away from the door, Charlie!
You are the message. Are you writing this down? - Yes, I am.
Uh, all I do is I...try not to think about me. I have people I care about. I focus on them.
- You sent me a text message.After-party at Kirby's house. I mean, it was from your phone.
Uhm, no it's Kirby. Sorry, Trevor, Jill is screening her calls from all past relationships.
Ok, essays are due Tuesday, "Why Woodsboro is the best..."
-It's not prim. - Alright, you go do your good girl thing and I'll drink for the both of us.
This Sidney Prescott detail man, I don't like it.
- Of course I will. - Dewey?
- Who the fuck are you? - Turn it on. Watch the teaser.
Fucking die already! Gonna cry?
- Oh, Jill... - Why?
Henry, I ll call you back.
It's a line from Stab 1. Hey Charlie.
- Not now, Sid. - It's my rental.
Lemme guess. You want me to walk by an open door frame so you can pop out, huh?
- Please, just ask me one more question, just one more. - Alright, Kirby. Then it's time for your last chance question.
- Judy. - Gale!