Gale:
Hey, you'd better check your conscience at the door sweetie, I'm not here to be loved.
Cotton:
I don't know about homicide, but you've definetely got me for raising my voice in a public library.
Gale:
Look, local woman! I know you hold me up as your career template and that it gives you some sort of charge to challenge me, but give it a rest.
Gale:
So what do you want to do, bonehead? Just sit around and wait to see who drops next?
Dewey:
I don't know.
[
Gale's phone rings]
Dewey:
Phonehead!
Debbie:
[
after shooting Mickey] Two birds, one stone.
[
Sidney continues to sob and gasp]
Debbie:
Oh! Mickey was a good boy, but my God! That whole "Blame-the-movies" motive? Did you buy that for one second? The poor boy was completely out of his mind.
[
Kicks Mickey's body]
Sydney:
And you're not?
Debbie:
No. I'm very sane.
[
Reaches down to pick Mickey's gun up]
Debbie:
My motive isn't as 90's as Mickey's. Mine is just good, old-fashioned revenge. You killed my son! And now I kill you, and I can't think of anything more rational!
Sydney:
You're never gonna get away with this.
Debbie:
Oh, of course I will!
[
Takes out a cloth to clean her fingerprints off of the gun]
Debbie:
Everything's traceable back to Mickey. Including the cop gun he used to kill everybody. But let's just suppose that you had gotten hold of the other cop's gun. And you chased Mickey, and there was a big shoot-out, and a big scuffle. And you shot Mickey! Killed Mickey dead!
[
Throws the gun way over to the stage]
Debbie:
But not before he got off one shot at you! Okay. So, have I covered everything? Are there any questions? Any comments? You know what, though?
[
Sidney tries to run, but Mrs. Loomis points the gun at her on the other side of the column]
Debbie:
Who gives a flyin' fuck, anyway? Let 'em try and track down the second possible killer! Debbie Salt doesn't exist!
Sydney:
I want to know who it is.
Hallie:
No, no, Sid!
Sydney:
I'm going back!
Hallie:
Stupid people go back! Smart people run! We're smart people, so we should just get the fuck outta here!
Joel:
I'm gonna get some donuts, some Prozac; see if I can find some crack, Special K, X... not Malcom, and I'll be back when y'all start talking about somethin a little more "Saved By The Bell"-ish!
Mickey:
It's all about Execution.
Mickey:
You should really deal with your trust issues Sid: I mean, poor Derek. He's completely innocent and such a nice boy too. He's bright and funny and handsome. Decent singing voice. And he was going to be a doctor. This is just the kinda boy you'd like to take home to mom. If you had a mom.
Sydney:
Fuck you!
Mickey:
Oh, so vulgar! Did Billy let you talk to him this way?
Sydney:
Billy was a sick fuck just like you!
Mickey:
No. Billy was a sick fuck who tried to get away with it. Mickey is a sick fuck who wants to get caught, yea! Ya see I got my whole defense planned out. I'm gonna blame the movies. Pretty cool huh? It hasn't been done before. You see, this is just the beginning, a prelude to the trial. Cuz see that's where the real fun is 'cause these days it's all about the trial. Can you see it? The effects of cinema violence on society. I'll get Dershowitz or Cochran to represent me. Bob Dole on the witness stand in my defense. Hell the Christian Coalition'll pay my legal fees. It's air tight Sid. I'm an innocent victim.
Sydney:
You're a psychotic.
Mickey:
Yeah, well. Shh...
[
whispers]
Mickey:
that'll be our little secret. Cause people love a good trial. It's like theater. They're dyin' for it. And I've worked hard to give the audience what they want. See that's what Billy was good at. He knew... It's all about... execution.
Sydney:
Yea? Well, you're forgetting one thing about Billy Loomis
Mickey:
What's that?
Sydney:
I fucking killed him!
Sydney:
Billy was a sick fuck just like you.
Mickey:
No Billy was a sick fuck who tried to get away with it. Mickey is a sick fuck who wants to get caught. Yeah! See, I got my whole defense planned out; I'm gonna blame the movies.
Maureen Evans:
[
to the disguised killer next to her] See, if that was me, I'd be running!
Mickey:
It's a perfect example of life imitating art imitating life.
Sorority girl:
Hi Sydney! No, I really mean that, hi!
Hallie:
I like the little furry things.
Mickey:
Ewoks, they blow.
Dewey:
Look, Gale's no killer.
Randy:
Ok, all right then, but if she's not a killer, she's a target.
Dewey:
When did she start smoking?
Randy:
Ever since those nude pictures on the internet.
Gale:
It was just my head, it was Jennifer Aniston's body!
Randy:
I cannot believe it, they get Tori Spelling to play Syd, and they cast Joe Blow nobody to play me. At least you get David Schwimmer. I get the guy who drove the stagecoach for one episode of Dr. Quinn!
Randy:
Sydney, look, it's Gale Weathers.
Sydney:
What?
Randy:
Star of the Gale Weathers press conference. Author of the press conference starring Gale Weathers. Soon to be a major motion picture starring Gale Weathers!
Gale:
I feel bad Dewey, I feel really bad! I never say that cause I never feel bad about anything, but I feel bad now.
Dewey:
Is this just another brilliant Gale Weathers performance?
Gale:
There are no cameras here, I just wanna find this fucker! I really do.
Gale:
It's happening again, isn't it?
Dewey:
You'd love that, wouldn't you? Better hurry Gale, might get scooped.
Gale:
So I am heading down to Admissions to do some legwork, you game?
Dewey:
I'm not here to write a book Miss Weathers, I'm here to help Syd.
Gale:
I wanna help her too, and help myself, of course. Come on Dewey, smile for me once, please!
Dewey:
I'll smile when I catch the killer.
Debbie:
Please Miss Weathers, it would just be such an honor if I could get a quote from you for my story.
Gale:
All right. Begin quote.
Debbie:
Great.
Gale:
Your flattering remarks are both desperate and obvious. End quote!
Mickey:
Oh come on Randy, with all due respect, the killer obvious patterned himself after two serial killers who were immortalized on film.
Guy #2:
Thank you!
Film Teacher:
So, you're saying that someone is trying to make a real life sequel?
Randy:
Stab 2? Why would anyone want to do that? Sequels suck!
[
to the killer]
Cici:
Who are you calling for?
Phone Voice:
What if I said you?
Cici:
What if I said goodbye?
Phone Voice:
Why would you want to do that?
Cici:
Why do you always answer a question with a question?
Phone Voice:
I'm inquisitive.
Cici:
Yeah, and I'm impatient, look do you wanna leave a message for somebody?
Phone Voice:
Do you want to die tonight, Cici?
Dewey:
How do you know that my dimwitted inexperience isn't merely a subtle form of manipulation, used to lower people's expectations, thereby enhancing my ability to effectively manuever within any given situation?
Phone Voice:
What's your favorite scary movie?
Randy:
Showgirls. Absolutely frightening. What's yours?
[
answering phone]
Sydney:
Hello? Hello?
Phone Voice:
Hello Sidney.
Sydney:
Yes?
Phone Voice:
What's your favorite scary movie?
Sydney:
Who is this?
Phone Voice:
You tell me.
Sydney:
[
picks up caller ID] Cory Gillis, 555-0176.
Phone Voice:
Shit!
Sydney:
Hot flash Cory...
Phone Voice:
Shit!
Sydney:
...prank calls are a criminal offense prosecuted under penal code 653M.
[
caller hangs up]
Sydney:
Hope you enjoyed the movie.
Film Class Mopey Girl:
So Mr. Originality, How would you make it different?
Randy:
I'd let the geek, get the girl.
Maureen Evans:
Bitch, hang up the phone and star-69 his ass!
[
after the Sorority Girls left]
Mickey:
The Delta Lambdens are the biggest bunch of fucking...
Hallie:
Hey, I'm pledging Delta Lambden thank you
Cici:
Drink with your brains, that's our motto.
Joel:
Brothers don't last long in situations like this.
Mickey:
You should really deal with your trust issues Sid. I mean, poor Derek, hes completely innocent, and such a nice boy too. He's bright, funny, handsome, he has a great singing voice, and he was gonna be a doctor. This is just the kind of guy you'd love to bring home to mom... IF YOU HAD A MOM!
Sydney:
You're a psychotic.
Mickey:
Ya well SHHHH
[
whispers]
Mickey:
That'll be our little secret.
Randy:
Oh please! By definition alone, sequels are inferior films!
Randy:
Showgirls. Absolutely frightening. What's yours?
[
runs to a girl on cell phone, its not the killer]
Randy:
Wait, let me guess. The house on sorority row? The dorm that dripped blood? Splatter university? Graduation day? Final exam? Am I close?
Phone Voice:
Why are you even here Randy? You'll never be the leading man.
Randy:
Fuck you!
Phone Voice:
No matter how hard you try you'll never be the hero and you'll never ever get the girl.
Randy:
Oh yeah? We'll lets re-direct the moment Mr. I'm so original. Where's your motivation? Huh? Why copy yourself off of two high school loser ass dickheads? Stu was a pussy ass wet rag. And Billy Loomis? Billy Loomis, what the fuck? Jesus! Talk about a rat looking homo repressed momma's boy! Why not set your goals higher huh? You wanna be one of the big boys! Huh? Manson, Bundie, O.J, Son of...
Maureen Evans:
Why is she naked? What has that got to do with the plot; her being butt ass naked?
Phil Stevens:
I don't know about the plot but I'm gettin a stiffy.
Mickey:
Empire Strikes Back. Better story, improved effects.
Randy:
Not a sequel, part of a trilogy, completely planned.
Randy:
Mickey, the freaky Tarantino film student. But if he's a suspect, so am I. Lets move on.
Dewey:
Wait a minute. Maybe you are a suspect.
Randy:
Well if I'm a suspect, you're a suspect.
Dewey:
Good point. Ok, let's move on to...
Randy:
[
from the trailer] There are certain rules that one must abide by in order to create a successful sequel. Number one: the body count is always bigger. Number two: the death scenes are always much more elaborate - more blood, more gore - *carnage candy*. And number three: never, ever, under any circumstances, assume the killer is dead.
Derek:
I am gonna fucking kill you! FUCKING KILL YOU! You are dead! DEAD!
Mickey:
Just wait until the trial. It is gonna rock!
Mrs.Loomis:
Oh, Mickey, there's not going to be a trial.
[
shoots Mickey 2 times in the chest]
Sorority Sister Murphy:
Hey Sid,how are you holding up?
Sydney:
I'm coping.
Sorority Sister Murphy:
This is weird isn't it, to think this fuss is all because of you. I mean, not directly, but in some six degrees of Kevin Bacon-way.
Mrs.Loomis:
[
after shooting Mickey and Mickey shoots Gale] Two birds, one stone.
Phone Voice:
Have you ever felt a knife cut through human flesh and scrape the bone beneath?
Sydney:
[
referring to who the killer is] Mrs. Loomis?
Gale:
[
shocked] What?
Mickey:
BILLY'S MOTHER!
[
Gale turns around and sees Mickey]
Mickey:
Nice twist huh? Didn't see it coming, did you?
[
laughs]
Gale:
[
still shocked] Jesus. It can't be, I've seen pictures of you.
Sydney:
Yeah this is 60 pounds and a lot of work later.
Debbie:
[
takes off her trench coat] It's called a makeover. You should try it. Look a little tired yourself there, Gale!
Dewey:
Typically, serial killers are white male.
Randy:
That's why it's perfect! It's sort of against the rules but not really. Mrs. Voorhies was a terrific serial killer, and there's always room for Candyman's daughter. She's sweet, she's deadly, she's bad for your teeth.
Sydney:
You're as crazy as your son was!
Debbie:
[
shocked] What did you just say?
[
Sidney trembles]
Debbie:
Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy?
Sydney:
No, Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect, you did a bang-up job Mrs. Loomis.
Debbie:
It's not wise to patronize me with a gun Sidney! Randy spoke poorly of Billy and I got a little knife happy.
Joel:
Look, granted, I should've read your book before I took this job, but I'm reading it now and, whoa! I just read what happened to your last camera man. The guy got gutted. Now I'm gonna do what any rational human being would do and that is to get the fuck outta here
Gale:
First of all, he wasn't gutted; I made that part up... his throat was slashed.
Joel:
Gail, gutted, slashed, the guy ain't in the union no more.
Cotton:
[
to Gale] Jeeze Gail, you've got more lives than a cat.
Film Teacher:
You could say that what happened in that theatre was a direct result of the movie itself.
Cici:
That is so Moral Majority. You can't blame real life violence on entertainment.
Film Class Guy #1:
Yes you can. Don't you ever watch the news.
Film Class Guy #2:
Hello? The Murderer was wearing a Ghost Mask just like in the movie. It's Directly responsible.
Cici:
No, its not. Movies are not responsible for our actions.
Mickey:
Its a classic case of life, imitating art, imitating life.
Film Class Mopey Girl:
Its not hypothetical, its not about art. I had biology with that girl. This is reality.
Randy:
Thank you. I agree with you. Let me tell you about reality, Mickey. I lived through this, Okay? Life is life. It doesn't imitate anything.
Mickey:
Oh come on Randy, with all due respect, the killer obvious patterned himself after two serial killers who were immortalized on film.
Film Class Guy #2:
Thank you!
Film Teacher:
So, you're suggesting that someone is trying to make a real life sequel?
Randy:
Stab 2? Who would wanna do that? Sequels suck! Oh please, Please! By definition alone, sequels are inferior films!
Mickey:
It's Bullshit generalization. Many sequels have surpassed their originals.
Randy:
Oh yeah?
Cici:
Name one.
Film Class Guy #1:
Aliens. Far better than the first.
Cici:
Yeah, well, theres no accounting for taste.
Randy:
Thank you. Ridley Scott Rules. Name Another.
Film Class Guy #2:
No way. Aliens is a classic. "Get away from her, you Bitch!"
Randy:
I believe the line is "Stay away from her, you Bitch." This is a film class right?
Film Class Guy #2:
Got you. Whatever. You know what I mean.
Randy:
Name another.
Mickey:
T-2.
Cici:
You got a Hard-on for Cameron.
Randy:
A big one.
Film Class Guy #1:
No way. The first terminator is historical.
Randy:
Yeah... "Sarah Connor" "Yes"
[
shoots]
Film Class Guy #2:
Alright, alright. "House 2: The second story"
[
class hits him]
Randy:
The entire Horror genre was destroyed by sequels.
Mickey:
I got it, by the way. I got it. Godfather, Part 2.
Randy:
[
as Al Pacino] Thats very Good. Very Good. Thats an Oscar Winning Exception.
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