Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Roger. Acknowledge receipt. Estimate arrival, 15 minutes.
- Hello. - Here. Please somebody help me.
- Good night. - Good night.
What's the matter with it?
Ow.
- Jack. - Jack.
The sweater has a death curse!
Worst run of bad luck since Richard Nixon.
Bill.
Somebody's there!
- I think we just met Ralph. - God, what's next?
No, no. There, there.
- That'd be great. There's hamburger... - None for me.
Wait a minute.
Aha!
You speak English? How far is it to Camp Crystal Lake?
She must be with Jack and Marcie.
Look what you did to him!
Next there'll be snakes in the outhouse and crocodiles in the lake.
For what?
Cycle Two, where are you? Come in, Cycle Two.
- Can he swim? - I don't know.
The generator's probably out of gas.
- Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake. - Thanks.
- Think he's gonna be bent out of shape? - I don't know.
- No. - Look what you did to him!
You know I think I'm beginning to like this game.
Bill, I think we should call someone.
Come on Yanks you could do better then that.
Fuck her, bro. Fuck her!
The one who pulled me underneath the water.
Hello? Hello?
We'll have to finish the game another night.
Heaven help you if you land in my hotel!
Jason should have been watched! Every minute!
What monster could have done this?
Uh-huh.
They were making love while that young boy drowned!
You kids keep your noses clean. You'll be hearing from me if you don't.
- Oh, Neddy! - Oh, Jesus Christ!
- He keeps acting like such a jerk. - Neddy!
Is sex all you ever think about, Ned?
So young.
- Can you give me a lift? - Yeah.
I can't help you if you don't calm down.
God!