freaking idea how you feel? I know how you feel.

- How are you? How's Gale? - I am alright. But Gale,

- How did she know I was too? - Shit!

I am sorry about your publicist.

- How "what the.." can you get? - I dunno, I heard em say it.

- Liar. I am over this. - I never said I was in your closet.

-Shh, shhhh, I know, I know. It's ok, take your time.

He's afraid your cousin coming to Woodsboro is distracting you from knowing how sorry he really is.

- How's that new? - That's the 2.0 upgrade version. I am totally mobile, man.

I mean, for fuck's sake, my own mother had to die, no great loss there, so I could stay true to the original.

Allright then, I am going rogue. This is what I am good at, Dewey. This is what I know how to do.

- Gale, with all due respect, I don't see how that pertains to... - Because I wrote the book on this.

- And I met Hoss coming from the other direction. - No, he must have circled back around somehow. He's like a ghost.

- What, you think I won't do it? Give me your gun! - Do it.

You gave it all for love, I know that. How long have you and Dewey been married?

- Even your friends? - My friends? What world are you living in? I don't need friends. I need fans.

- You hang up on me and I cut thru your neck until I feel bone! - Who is it?

I could never handle that kind of attention. I just feel like it would take over your whole life.

Your one and only skill: You survive. Well, I have one question for you.

What do you mean, from my phone? Oh, where is my phone? I think I left it in your car, I didn't text him.