Scream (1996 film)

Scream is a 1996 comedy horror film about group of teens being stalked by a psychopathic killer. The film revitalised the slasher film genre by using a tongue-in-cheek approach that successfully combined straightforward scares with dialog that satirised slasher film conventions. It was followed by 1997 film sequel Scream 2.

Directed by Wes Craven. Written by Kevin Williamson.

Don't Answer The Phone. Don't Open The Door. Don't Try To Escape. (taglines)

Sidney

Would you settle for a PG-13 relationship?
I'm sorry if my traumatized life is an inconvenience to your perfect existence.
You sick fucks. You've seen one too many movies!
[Billy: Hello?] [as Ghostface] Are you alone in the house? [Billy: Bitch! You bitch! Where the fuck are you?!] Not so fast. We're gonna play a little game. It's called [normal voice] "Guess Who Just Called the Police and Reported Your Sorry Motherfucking Ass"! [Billy: Find her, you dipshit! Get up!] [Stu: I can't, Billy. You already cut me too deep. I think I'm dying here, man.] [Billy: [puts phone on Stu and whispers] Talk to her. Talk to her.] [Stu: Hello?] Ohh, Stu, Stu, Stu. What's your motive? Billy's got one. The police are on their way. What are you going to tell them? [Stu: Peer pressure. I'm far too sensitive.] [Billy: We'll rip you up, you bitch, just like your fucking mother!] You've gotta find me first you pansy-ass mama's boy!
[when she, Tatum, and Dewey are discussing who would play her in a movie, in fact, Tori Spelling plays her character in the fictional Stab series] With my luck, I'll end up with Tori Spelling.
[Ghostface: Do you like scary movies?] What's the point? They're all the same. Some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who can't act who is always running up the stairs when she should be running out the front door. It's insulting.
Are you alone in the house?
You know, if, if I was wrong about Cotton Weary, then the killer's still out there.
Why can't I be a Meg Ryan movie? Or even a good porno?
But this is life.& This isn't a movie.
How do you...gut someone?
Hello. Help me, please. I'm at Stu Macher's house on Turner Lane. It's 261. Turner Lane, please. He's gonna trying to kill me.

Stu

[after Randy tells him to never say "be right back"] I'm getting another beer. Want one? [Randy: Yeah, sure.] I'll be right back!!
[speaking into voice-box] Surprise, Sidney.
Everybody dies but us. We get to carry on and plan the sequel, 'cause—let's face it, baby—these days, you gotta have a sequel.
[after Sidney calls the police] My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me!
When do we see breasts? I wanna see Jamie Lee's breasts. When do we see Jamie Lee's breasts?
I can't, Billy. You cut me too deep. I think I'm dying here, man.
[after Gale reveals that she was still alive] She looked dead, man. Still does.
[bleeding to death and Billy throws the phone on him] Ow! Fuckin' hit me with the phone, dick!
[after Billy compares Sidney's mother to Sharon Stone.] We put her out of her misery, 'cause, let's face it, Sid, your mother was no Sharon Stone!
You take a knife and you slit 'em from groin to sternum.
[after he finds that Gale has stolen the gun] Um, Houston, we have a problem!
I will totally protect you. Yo, I am so buff, I got you covered, girl.
See, it's a fun game, Sidney. We ask you questions and if you get one wrong, boo-gah, you die.
[after dragging out Sidney's beaten, bound, and gagged father] What's behind door number three, Sidney?
[last words] I always had a thing for ya, Sid! [Sidney bites Stu's wrist, and he screams in pain.] Ohhhhh, God! [Sidney hits Stu with a vase.] Bitch! [Sidney: In your dreams!] [Sidney drops a TV on his face, severely electrocuting him, and killing him instantly.]

Billy

What do I have to do to prove to you that I'm not a killer?
[after Randy says that Stu has gone completely mad] "We all go a little mad sometimes." [shoots Randy in the shoulder] Anthony Perkins, Psycho. Mmm, corn syrup: same stuff they used for pigs' blood in Carrie.
[after Sidney says that they've seen one too many scary movies] Now, Sid, don't you blame the movies; movies don't create psychos, movies make psychos more creative!
Loose the titties.
[after Stu tells Sidney she dies if she gets a question wrong] If you get it right, you die.
[to Sidney] That woman was a slut-bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something!
It's called subtlety, Stu. You should look it up.
[after he tells Sidney to play a game called "Guess How I'm Gonna Die?" and she says "Fuck you!"] We already played that game, remember?
[to Sidney] I'm going to rip you up, bitch, just like your fucking mother!
[to Sidney after she says that life isn't a movie] Sure it is, Sid. It's all a movie. It's all a great big movie. Only you can pick your genre.
What's the matter, Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.
[when Sidney asks why they're murdering people] It's all part of the game, Sidney. It's called "Guess How I'm Gonna Die?"!
It works better without the safety on.
This is Gale Weathers, signing off.
You hear that, Stu?& I think she wants a motive. Well, I don't really believe in motives Sid; I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive? Did we ever find out why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don't think so! See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive.
[last words] Say hello to your mother! [gets poked through his umbrella stab wound and screams; almost stabs Sidney, but he gets shot in the right shoulder by Gale] [Gale: Guess I remembered the safety that time, you bastard.] [his supposed dead body is examined] [Randy: Careful. This is the moment when the supposedly dead killer comes back to life for one last scare.] [wakes up to try to attack; Gale screams, but Sidney shoots him through the head] [Sidney: Not in my movie.]

Tatum

Don't go there, Sid; you're starting to sound like some Wes Carpenter flick.
- This name is a combination of Wes Craven and John Carpenter.
Billy and his penis don't deserve you, okay?
Cut Casper, that's a wrap!
Oh, you wanna play psycho killer? Okay, let's see. [mock terror] Oh, please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface. I wanna be in the sequel!
Well, you're not going to be alone any more, right? If you pee, I pee. Is that clear?
[after Gale insults Sidney and she punches her] "I'll send you a copy"—bam! Bitch went down! "I'll send you a copy"—bam! Sid, super bitch! You are so cool!
[to Dewey] Janitor's your superior.

Randy

There are certain rules that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie For instance, number one: you can never have sex.
[after Billy reveals himself as the killer and shoots him] Oh, fuck!
Listen up. They found Principal Himbry dead. He was gutted and hung from the goal post on the football field.
[after Stu says that he wants to see Jamie Lee Curtis's breasts in Halloween] Breasts? Not until Trading Places in '83. Jamie Lee was always a virgin in horror movies. She never showed her tits 'til she went legits.
If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath—would you be standing in the horror section?
Now that Billy tried to mutilate her, do you think Sid would go out with me?
[when Randy reveals that he's still alive, and Sidney says that she thought that he was dead] I probably should be. I never thought I'd be so happy to be a virgin.
There's always some stupid bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend. That's the beauty of it all! Simplicity! Besides, if it gets too complicated, you lose your target audience.
It's the millennium. Motives are incidental.
See, you push the laws and you end up dead. Okay, I'll see you in the kitchen with a knife.
The police are always off track with this shit! If they'd watch Prom Night, they'd save time! There's a formula to it—a very simple formula! EVERYBODY'S A SUSPECT!!
[in Jerry Lewis's voice] Tell me something. Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? Because I heard they found her liver in the mailbox next to her spleen and her pancreas.
This is the moment when the supposedly dead killer comes back to life, for one last scare.

Ghostface

[lighthearted, curious tone] What's your favorite scary movie?
What comes to mind?
I told you not to hang up on me.
[after Casey tells him to listen to her] No, you listen to me, you little bitch!; If you hang up on me again and I'll gut you like a fish, you understand?.
[Casey says she's going to call the cops] They'd never make it in time!
[after being asked what he wants] To see what your insides look like.
IF YOU HANG UP ON ME, YOU'LL DIE JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER!; Do you wanna die, Sidney?!; Your mother sure didn't!

Dialogue

[first lines; phone rings]

Casey Becker: [picks up phone] Hello?

Phone Voice: Hello?

Casey Becker: Yes?

Phone Voice: Who is this?

Casey Becker: Um…who are you trying to reach?

Phone Voice: What number is this?

Casey Becker: What number are you trying to reach?

Phone Voice: I don't know.

Casey Becker: Well, I think you have a wrong number.

Phone Voice: Do I?

Casey Becker: It happens. Take it easy. [hangs up, goes to kitchen; phone rings again; Casey picks it up] Hello?

Phone Voice: I'm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number.

Casey Becker: So why'd you dial it again?

Phone Voice: To apologize.

Casey Becker: You're forgiven. Bye now.

Phone Voice: Wait! Wait. Don't hang up.

Casey Becker: What?

Phone Voice: I wanna talk to you for a second.

Casey Becker: They've got 900 numbers for that. See ya. [hangs up. Goes to the kitchen, turns on a burner, and prepares to cook up Jiffy Pop popcorn. The phone rings a third time] Ugh. [picks up phone] Hello?

Phone Voice: Why don't you want to talk to me?

Casey Becker: Who is this?

Phone Voice: You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine.

Casey Becker: I don't think so. [shakes the Jiffy Pop]

Phone Voice: What's that noise?

Casey Becker: Popcorn.

Phone Voice: You're making popcorn?

Casey Becker: Uh-huh.

Phone Voice: I only eat popcorn at the movies.

Casey Becker: Well, I'm getting ready to watch a video.

Phone Voice: Really? What?

Casey Becker: Oh, just some scary movie.

Phone Voice: You like scary movies?

Casey Becker: Uh-huh.

Phone Voice: What's your favorite scary movie?

Casey Becker: Uh, I don't know.

Phone Voice: You have to have a favorite. What comes to mind?

Casey Becker: Um, Halloween. [pulls out knife] You know, the one with the guy in the white mask who walks around and stalks baby-sitters. [puts back knife]

Phone Voice: Yeah.

Casey Becker: What's yours?

Phone Voice: Guess.

Casey Becker: Um, Nightmare on Elm Street. [picks up VHS tapes]

Phone Voice: Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?

Casey Becker: Yeah, Freddy Krueger.

Phone Voice: Freddy, that's right. I liked that movie. It was scary.

Casey Becker: [locks door] Well, the first one was, but the rest sucked. [goes to living room]

Phone Voice: So, you got a boyfriend?

Casey Becker: Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?

Phone Voice: Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?

Casey Becker: No.

Phone Voice: You never told me your name.

Casey Becker: Why do you want to know my name?

Phone Voice: 'Cause I want to know who I'm looking at.

Casey Becker: [eyes widen in horror] What did you say?

Phone Voice: I want to know who I'm talking to.

Casey Becker: That's not what you said.

Phone Voice: What do you think I said? [Casey checks outside] What? Hello?

Casey Becker: Look, I gotta go.

Phone Voice: Wait! I thought we were gonna go out.

Casey Becker: Uh, nah, I don't think so. [locks door]

Phone Voice: Don't hang up on me! [Casey hangs up]

[phone rings a fourth time]

Casey Becker: Shit. [picks up phone] Yes?

Phone Voice: [in a threatening tone] I told you not to hang up on me.

Casey Becker: What do you want?

Phone Voice: To talk.

Casey Becker: Well...dial someone else, okay? [hangs up]

[phone rings a fifth time]

Casey Becker: [picks up phone annoyed] Listen, asshole!

Phone Voice: No, you listen, you little bitch! You hang up on me again, I'll gut you like a fish, understand?! [chuckles] Yeah.

Casey Becker: Is this some kind of joke?

Phone Voice: More of a game, really. Can you handle that, Blondie? [Casey rushes to lock two doors, looks out the front door] Can you see me?

Casey Becker: Listen. I am two seconds away from calling the police.

Phone Voice: They'd never make it in time. We're out in the middle of nowhere.

Casey Becker: What do you want?

Phone Voice: To see what your insides look like. [Casey begins crying, hangs up phone]

[doorbell rings twice]

Casey Becker: Aah! Who's there?! Who's there? I'm calling the police! [phone rings; Casey jumps with horror, picks it up]

Phone Voice: You should never say "Who's there?". Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish! You might as well just come out here to investigate a strange noise or something.

Casey Becker: [sobbing] Look, you've had your fun now, so I think you better just leave or else...

Phone Voice: Or else what?

Casey Becker: [sobbing] Or else my boyfriend will be here any minute, and he'll be pissed when he finds out.

Phone Voice: I thought you didn't have a boyfriend.

Casey Becker: I lied! I do have a boyfriend and he'll be here any second, so your ass better be gone.

Phone Voice: [sarcastically] Sure.

Casey Becker: I swear! [angrily] He's big and he plays football, and he'll kick the shit out of you!

Phone Voice: [false terror] I'm getting scared! Shakin' in my boots.

Casey Becker: [terrified sobbing] So you better just leave...

Phone Voice: His name wouldn't be Steve, would it?

Casey Becker: [eyes widen in shock] How do you know his name?

Phone Voice: Turn on the patio lights...again.

Casey Becker: [turns on patio light, scared; looks outside, sees Steve tied in a chair, his mouth taped] Oh, God! [unlocks and opens door]

Phone Voice: I wouldn't do that if I were you!

Casey Becker: [closes and locks door in fear] [scared crying] Where are you? Where are you?

Phone Voice: Guess.

Casey Becker: [sobbing] Please don't hurt him.

Phone Voice: That all depends on you.

Casey Becker: [sobbing] Why are you doing this?

Phone Voice: I wanna play a game.

Casey Becker: [crying] No.

Phone Voice: Then he dies right now!

Casey Becker: [screaming and crying] No!! No!

Phone Voice: Which is it? [serious tone] Which is it?

Casey Becker: [crying] Well...what kind of a game?

Phone Voice: Turn off the light. You'll see what kind of game. Just do it! [Casey walks to light switch]

Steve Orth: [muffled] No, Casey! No! No! [Casey switch lights off] No! Casey!!

Phone Voice: Here's how we play: I ask a question. If you get it right, Steve lives.

Casey Becker [unplugs television] [sobbing] Please don't do this.

Phone Voice: Come on, it'll be fun.

Casey Becker: [sobbing] Please.

Phone Voice: It's an easy category.

Casey Becker: [sobbing] Please.

Phone Voice: Movie trivia. I'll even give you a warm-up question.

Casey Becker: [sobbing] Don't do this. I can't.

Phone Voice: Name the killer in Halloween.

Casey Becker: [sobbing] No.

Phone Voice: Come on, it's your favorite scary movie, remember? He had a white mask. He stalked the baby-sitters.

Casey Becker: [sobbing] I don't know.

Phone Voice: Come on. Yes, you do.

Casey Becker: [sobbing] No, please.

Phone Voice: What's his name?

Casey Becker: [sobbing] I-I can't think.

Phone Voice: Steve's counting on you.

Casey Becker: [stops sobbing] Michael-- Michael Myers.

Phone Voice: Yes! Very good! Now for the real question.

Casey Becker: No!

Phone Voice: But you're doing so well. We can't stop now.

Casey Becker: Please stop! Leave us alone!

Phone Voice: Then answer the question. Same category.

Casey Becker: Oh, please stop.

Phone Voice: Name the killer in Friday the 13th.

Casey Becker: Jason! Jason! Jason!

Phone Voice: I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer!

Casey Becker: No, it's not! No, it's not. It was Jason.

Phone Voice: Afraid not. No way.

Casey Becker: Listen, it was Jason! I saw that movie twenty goddamn times!

Phone Voice: Then you should know Jason's mother, Mrs. Voorhees, was the original killer! Jason didn't show up until the sequel. I'm afraid that was a wrong answer.

Casey Becker: [sobbing] You tricked me.

Phone Voice: Lucky for you, there's a bonus round. But poor Steve, I'm afraid, he's out!

[Steve dies]

Phone Voice: [laughs evilly] Hey, we're not finished yet. Final question. Are you ready?

Casey Becker: [sobbing] Please, please, leave me alone.

Phone Voice: Answer the question and I will. What door am I at?

Casey Becker: What?

Phone Voice: There are two main doors to your house. The front door and the patio doors. If you answer correctly, you live. Very simple.

Casey Becker: [sobbing] Don't do this. I can't, I won't.

Phone Voice: Your call. [window smashes]

Sidney Prescott: [answering the phone] Tatum, just get in the car--

Phone Voice: Hello, Sidney.

Sidney Prescott: Uh, hi. Who is this?

Phone Voice: You tell me.

Sidney Prescott: Well, I have no idea.

Phone Voice: Scary night, isn't it? With the murders and all, it's like right out of a horror movie or something.

Sidney Prescott: [chuckles] Randy, you gave yourself away. Are you calling from work? 'Cause Tatum's on her way over.

Phone Voice: Do you like scary movies, Sidney?

Sidney Prescott: I like that thing you're doing with your voice, Randy. It's sexy.

Phone Voice: What's your favorite scary movie?

Sidney Prescott: Oh, come on. You know I don't watch that shit.

Phone Voice: Why not? Too scared?

Sidney Prescott: No, no. It's just, what's the point? They're all the same. Some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who can't act, who's always running up the stairs when she should be going out the front door. It's insulting.

Phone Voice: Are you alone in the house?

Sidney Prescott: Randy, that's so unoriginal. I'm disappointed in you.

Phone Voice: Maybe that's because I'm not Randy.

Sidney Prescott: [eyes widen] So, who are you?

Phone Voice: The question isn't "Who am I?". The question is, "Where am I?"

Sidney Prescott: S-s-so, where are you?

Phone Voice: Your front porch.

Sidney Prescott: Why would you be calling from my front porch?

Phone Voice: That's the original part.

Sidney Prescott: [checks front porch; no one seems to be there] Oh, yeah? Well, I call your bluff. [goes outside, looks around, sees no one] So where are you?

Phone Voice: Right here.

Sidney Prescott: [looks around, sees no one] Can you see me right now?

Phone Voice: Uh-huh.

Sidney Prescott: Uh-huh, okay.[picks nose] What am I doing? Huh? What am I doing? Hello? [laughs] Nice try, Randy. Tell Tatum to hurry up, okay? Bye, now.

Phone Voice: If you hang up on me, you'll die just like your mother! [Sidney's eyes widen in horror] Do you wanna die, Sidney? Your mother sure didn't.

Sidney Prescott: Fuck you, you cretin!

Gale Weathers: Isn't there a back way out of this building?

Kenny: Yeah. Down that alley, I think. [he and Gale try to look for Sidney]

[Dewey, Sidney and Tatum exit the police station]

Deputy Dewey Riley: You guys just stay here. I'm gonna get the car. Don't move. Don't make a sound.

[Dewey quickly goes to police car; Tatum comforts Sidney]

Gale Weathers: There she is. [she and Kenny appear to Sidney and Tatum] Sidney Hi. That was some night. What happened? Are you all right?

Tatum Riley: [backs away the microphone] She's not answering any questions, all right? Just leave us alone.

Sidney Prescott: No. No. Tatum. It's okay. [starts to smile] She's just doin' her job. Right, Gale?

Gale Weathers: Yes, that's right.

Sidney Prescott: So, how's the book?

Gale Weathers: Well, it'll be out later this year.

Sidney Prescott: Oh, I'll look for it. [turns around to get in car]

Gale Weathers: I'll send you a copy!

[Sidney turns around, punches Gale in face, falls backwards before Kenny catches her; Dewey exits car and sees this]

Kenny: Jeez. Nice shot.

Gale Weathers: Bitch!

[Dewey takes Sidney to his car; Tatum follows]

Kenny: No, I mean, camera shot.

Deputy Dewey Riley: [disapprovingly; to Sidney] Where'd you learn to punch like that?

Tatum Riley: God, I loved it. "I'll send you a copy--" Bam! Bitch went down. "I'll send you a copy--"— Bam! Sid, super-bitch! You are so cool.

Deputy Dewey Riley: [enters Tatum's room with bag of ice] Thought you might want some ice for that right hook. [throws bag]

Sidney Prescott:[catches bag] Thanks.

Deputy Dewey Riley: I'll be right next door. Try to get some sleep.

Tatum Riley: Yeah, yeah. [Dewey exits]

Sidney Prescott: Hello?

Phone Voice: Hello, Sidney.

Sidney Prescott: [eyes widen] No!

Phone Voice: Poor Billy-boyfriend. An innocent guy doesn't stand a chance with you.

Sidney Prescott: Leave me alone!

Phone Voice: Looks like you fingered the wrong guy, again.

Sidney Prescott: Who are you?

Phone Voice: Don't worry. You'll find out soon enough. I promise.

Stu Macher: When do we see breasts? I wanna see Jamie Lee's breasts. When do we see Jamie Lee's breasts?

Randy Meeks: Breasts? Not until Trading Places in '83. Jamie Lee was always a virgin in horror movies. She never showed her tits 'til she went legits.

Randy Meeks: Stu's flipped out! He's gone mad!

Billy Loomis: [eerily whispering] We all go a little mad sometimes. [points gun at Randy]

Sidney Prescott: No, Billy!

Randy Meeks: Oh, fuck! [gets shot, and screams in pain. Sidney runs to Randy who moans in pain.]

Billy Loomis: Anthony Perkins, Psycho. [tastes the fake blood] Mmm. Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pigs' blood in Carrie.

[Sidney shakes her head in shock, turns, and runs into Stu]

Sidney Prescott: [scared] Stu. Help me, please.

Stu Macher: [changes his voice with the voice changer: evilly] Surprise, Sidney.

Sidney Prescott: [pushes Stu away, trying to flee] Unh!

Stu Macher: Ooh!

Billy Loomis: [stops Sidney with gun] Whoa, now. Whoa. [Stu throws the voice changer to Billy, who speaks through it] What's the matter, Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.

Sidney Prescott: Why are you doing this?

Stu Macher: It's all part of a game, Sidney.

Billy Loomis: It's called "Guess how I'm gonna die?"!

Sidney Prescott: Fuck you!

Billy Loomis: No, no, no, no, no. We already played that game, remember? You lost.

Stu Macher: It's a fun game, Sidney. See, we ask you a question, and if you get it wrong, boo-kah! You die!

Billy Loomis: You get it right, you die.

Sidney Prescott: You're crazy, both of you.

Stu Macher: Actually, we prefer the term "psychotic."

Sidney Prescott: You'll never get away with this.

Billy Loomis: Oh, no? Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy he was to frame.

Stu Macher: Watch a few movies, take a few notes. It was fun.

Sidney Prescott: No!

Stu Macher: Whoa! Where're you goin'?

Sidney Prescott: Why? Why did you kill my mother?

Billy Loomis: Why? Why?! Did you hear that, Stu? I think she wants a motive. Well, I don't really believe in motive, Sid. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?

Stu Macher: No.

Billy Loomis: Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don't think so! See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid. We did your mom a favor, Sid. That woman was a slut-bag whore...who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something.

Stu Macher: Yeah, we put her out of her misery, 'cause let's face it, Sidney...your mother was no Sharon Stone, hmm?

Billy Loomis: Is that motive enough for you? [Sidney doesn't answer] Well, how about this? Your slut mother was fucking my father...and she's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me. How's that for a motive? Maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior. It certainly fucked you up. It made you have sex with a psychopath.

Billy Loomis: [after Sidney disappears] Where are they? Where are they?

Stu Macher: [coughs] I don't know, Billy, but I'm hurtin', man.

Billy Loomis: Where the fuck--?

[phone rings]

Stu Macher: Should I let the machine get it?

Billy Loomis: [picks up phone] Hello?

Phone Voice: Are you alone in the house?

Billy Loomis: [realizes who's talking] Bitch! You bitch, where the fuck are you?!

Phone Voice: Not so fast. We're gonna play a little game. It's called...

Sidney Prescott: Guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass?!

Billy Loomis: [mixture of shock and anger] Find her, you dipshit! Get up!

Stu Macher: I can't, Billy. You already cut me too deep. I think I'm dying here, man.

Billy Loomis: [puts phone on Stu and whispers] Talk to her. Talk to her.

Stu Macher: Hello?

Sidney Prescott: Ohh, Stu, Stu, Stu. What's your motive? Billy's got one. The police are on their way. What are you gonna tell them?

Stu Macher: Peer pressure. I'm far too sensitive.

Billy Loomis: We'll rip you up, you bitch, just like your fucking mother!

Sidney Prescott: You've gotta find me first, you pansy-ass mama's boy!

Billy Loomis: [angrily] Fuck! [throws phone]

Stu Macher: [gets hit by phone] Ow. Fuckin' hit me with the phone, dick!

Billy Loomis: [smashing everything] Fucker, where are you?! Aah! [rips pillow] Aah, you fuck! [angrily growls]

Stu Macher: Did you really call the police?

Sidney Prescott: You bet your sorry ass I did.

Stu Macher: [worried and scared; as Billy smashes everything in background] My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me.

Billy Loomis: [enraged that the tables had been turned on them] Aaah! Bitch!

Stu Macher: [his last words] I always had a thing for ya, Sid! [Sidney bites Stu's wrist, and he screams in pain.] Ohhhhh, God! [Sidney hits Stu with a vase.] [dazed] Bitch!

Sidney Prescott: In your dreams! [Stu screams in horror as Sidney drops a TV on his face, severely electrocuting him, and killing him instantly]

Randy Meeks: [looking at Billy's supposedly dead body] Careful. This is the moment when the supposedly dead killer comes back to life, for one last scare.

[Billy wakes up to try to attack. Gale Weathers screams, but Sidney shoots Billy in the head, killing him instantly.]

Sidney Prescott: Not in my movie.

Taglines

Don't Answer The Door, Don't Leave The House, Don't Answer The Phone, But Most Of All, Don't SCREAM.
Don't Answer The Phone. Don't Open The Door. Don't Try To Escape.
From The First Name In Suspense Comes The Last Word In Fear.
Make Your Last Breath Count.
Now someone is victim and someone is a suspect.
Someone has taken their love of scary movies one step too far. Solving this mystery is going to be murder.

Cast

External links

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