Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They were making love while that young boy drowned!
- Dumb kid. - At least I'm not afraid of ghosts.
No sweat, Trudy. Okay, kid, let's move it.
- Here, let me give you a hand with that. - Thank you.
Terrific. Not you too. You sound like your crazy friend back there.
Thanks.
- Leave people alone! - You'll never come back!
What?
- Hello. - Shit.
In 1962, they were going to open up. The water was bad.
- No. No! - It's all right, dear. You're okay.
I hear it and I try to block it out with my hands, only it doesn't work.
It sounds like pebbles when it hits the ground.
Jason.
Oh, my God.
- What happened to my 500's? - They're there. Where's my shoe?
If you were a flavor of ice cream, what would it be?
I'm Mrs. Voorhees. An old friend of the Christys.
- Bill. Can I come? - Come on.
Bill!
- God sent me. - Get out of here, man!
Come on.