Be good. It's ok. Relax, relax. It's just me.

You're gonna be fine, alright? I swear. No more on your own. It's you and me, forever.

- Damn. - It's now official crime scene. Let's lock it down.

- She gonna be ok? - Yeah, she's a strong kid.

It's gonna be a worldwide sensation. And people gotta see this shit. It's not like anyone reads anymore.

Shoulder me, shoulder me, shoulder me. Get it up!

What are you gonna do? Arrest me, Deputy Judy?

- Is-is your wife... - She's gonna be fine. She's tough.

done with some flashy music video direction. And the kills gotta be way more extreme.

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.

- Excuse me, are you recording with that thing? - My video blog upload. He's webcasting right now.

- It will be. - These are innocent people.

- It's me! - I'm sorry, I can't...

It's the worst imitation I've ever heard, Jill. Speaking of Stab, you heard where the Stab- a- thon's gonna be at?

What, you re not gonna tell me? Really? We re working together. Remember?

- Oh my God, did you hear that? I am gonna be next! - Dewey, I shouldn't be here. I should leave town.

I am sorry. You don't have to be a bitch about it. - Of course I don't. Eat me.

- Ehi, please. - Shouldn't have killed all those people; Trev. Gone and put it on video even.

No. It doesn't matter to me anyways, mom doesn't let me go.

- It is? - Yes, the whole world knows about it before me.