Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, step on it.
You just had to be the hero, huh? Give me your gun.
Alright. Get outta here.
- Could you get that? Marnie? - Yeah.
If it comes to it. Civilian interference with a police investigation poses many a problem in a court of law.
- There's no broken bones. I think you'll be fine. Maybe just take a couple weeks off.
Under articulate teens sit around and deconstruct horror movies until Ghostface kills them one by one.
Yeah, where did you hear that anyway?
- You re kidding? I don't get it. - Ok, it's like the Twilight Zone.
Wait, no!. You can't, you can't, there's rules.
- Clear. - Clear?
- Gale, with all due respect, I don't see how that pertains to... - Because I wrote the book on this.
-Shh, shhhh, I know, I know. It's ok, take your time.
It's a joke, Trudie, ok? Someone made a dummy profile. They re just trying to scare you.
What the media really loves, baby, is a sole survivor. Just ask you know who. Trevor was your partner and you, you were the idea man.
Kirby! So, my phone was up in your room. There was no text message sent to Trevor. He is such a liar.
- I am just back the store. - Were you shopping?
Is this how it's gonna be, Sid? The ending of the movie was supposed to be at the house. I mean, this is just...silly.
- Great! I love interviews. - You have to wait, Gale. Sorry, can't let you in there.
- Did you read my book? - Thought I'd wait for the movie.
- No...
Oh, sorry, I didn't... - No, he's just leaving. Its...it's my ex.
But, it's kinda hard to hear you. I'm in a hospital, with Sidney. If you can just hang on one second.
- Know what? - How upset you are.
Or if your partner is better looking than you, you do, and by the way, I win that one.
- Or report him. - He is really hot, tho. You wanna see?
- 4 letter word for...courage? - Uh, guts.
Ehi, before you get in the car, you have to promise not to kill me.
This week marks the anniversary of the infamous Woodsboro murders.
Why is he calling you?
freaking idea how you feel? I know how you feel.
- Thank you. - Rebecca Walters.
- Well, I thought you were going rogue, Gale. - Oh come..are you serious? C'mon!
Screw you!
Modern audiences got savvy to the rules of the originals, so the reversals become the new standard.
- There is no way you re in there. - See for yourself.
You know, these days, you might come back, find me dead. Eyes gouged out, tongue sticking out. Could go either way.
- Sidney! - Jill? Stay right there.
- Hey, Hoss. Be careful. - I am always careful.
That's maybe a million more people getting your message and you get a ton more checks. Win-win.
- He was watching me. - A webcam?
Our local legacy, the Stab movies, is coming to life.
- What? - Watch out!
Sheriff! Ringing out here!
- He's not upstairs. - Trevor! Charlie! Robbie!
Get out in 5!
- Nah, like what? - Just stuff like: Hey, what's up? You are hot. I want to kill you...
This is the last person you ever gonna see alive.
Hey, Charlie. - Yeah?
I am handling Ms Prescott's calls and appearances. May I take a message?
- I don't trust you, Trevor. - Hey. I am just gonna have to make sure that you do. Alright?
What is it?
Oh, by the way, have you seen the Grim Reaper? Angel of Death?
- Mayor wants these down before lunch. - Only 25 more to go.
I feel like I'm under house arrest.
I am sorry. You don't have to be a bitch about it. - Of course I don't. Eat me.