So, Trevor called me last night.

- I mean, really? Dewey's wife? - My life is over.

- So two of you got phone calls? - Yeah, us two. "What's your favorite scary movie?".

"Friday the 13th", "A Nightmare on Elm Street", "My Bloody Valentine", "When a Stranger Calls", "Prom Night"

- Book tour is over. - Sidney. Accept your situation. You re a victim, for life. So, embrace it, use it.

- She's not picking up. What's going on? - The killer called, he's coming after me. But he wants my family first.

You saved my life last night. I mean, I know we re family but... you heard a thing on me.

So, I sat down and began to write a new role that would be my own.

Think of me as your director. You re in my movie. You got a fun part so don't blow it.

Kirby! So, my phone was up in your room. There was no text message sent to Trevor. He is such a liar.

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