Yeah. One generation's tragedy is the next one's joke.

- Who the fuck are you? - Turn it on. Watch the teaser.

Now shut the fuck up and watch the movie.

Watch this. This is the part when, dear cousin, the cameras...turn off.

- It's Olivia Morris, she lives next door. She's on the list. - She can live next door to me.

You know, you learn the law when you watch the movies over and over.

I said, who is it? Let's call the cops.

You know what, I'll take the next perimeter. I'll be right back.

- Who are you? - Turn on the TV to channel 6.

- No, she's in the guest room. - Forget it. Next door is close enough.

- So, you two are the boys who run the movie club at Woodsboro High, huh?

That's like the natural next step in the psycho slasher innovation. I mean you film em all real time

- This is not fucking Trevor! - Well, then who the fuck are you?

- You think you're still the star. - This isn't a fucking movie!

- It's Trudie. Who's this? - This is the last person you ever gonna see alive.

- Did I interrupt something for you? Shut the fuck up. - Who invited you, Trevor?

- Forget watching Stab. You get to live it. - No, no, no, no, no. He's the expert, it's not me.

A role for a woman who could leave the walls of fear behind and step out into the sunlight.

-So who do you think is behind the murders? - Well, it's a Stab fanatic, clearly.

Uhm, we re watching Shaun of the Dead. - You know there's two zombies sitting outside your house in a car?