Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Terrible way to talk about my feet. - Thank you.
...at Camp Crystal Lake besides yourself?
Fuck her, bro. Fuck her!
I don't know.
Five.
This looks almost like the one at my uncle's cabin in Maine.
Kill her, Mommy. Kill her!
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Emergency generator.
And for what? Ask anybody.
Sgt. Tierney, come in. Sgt. Tierney, Car Niner.
You're doomed. You're all doomed.
I'm gonna check it out.
Eight.
Oh, my sweet, innocent Jason.
- Haven't you ever been in the woods? - We're not in the woods.
- Hey, no. No. Absolutely not. - Ha.
Two of my men pulled you out of the lake.
- Why are we in here? - Feet don't fail me now!
Come on. Give me another chance.
- Like what? - We're going to play strip Monopoly.
We can use his jeep if we need to get help. Don't worry.
Stay a week. Help get the place ready.
Why don't you see if Marcie left any of that grass?
Hello.
Bill.
They were making love while that young boy drowned!
Smoking? Don't smoke. Causes cancer.
Oh, dummy.
What do you think happened?
Come on, kids, you can do better than that.
Fat chance! You're two steps from Pacific Avenue and Skin City.
- Quit. Quit now. - Quit? Why would I want to quit?
Where?
- You want it listed separately? - Right.
No, the crocodiles are in the cabins.
Too bad Annie never showed. She was supposed to be a good cook.
- Well, call him! - How do you call a snake?
Gross.
- Wait for me. - Can you watch the burgers?
Jack? Hmm.
- What about Ned? - I don't love Ned.
Watch his head.
Bill!
He neglected to mention that downtown they call this place Camp Blood.