Stuart: See it's a fun game Sidney. We ask you questions and if you get one wrong, BOO-GAH, you die.
Billy: You get one right, you die.
Your slut mother was fucking my father. She's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me. How's that for a motive?
That woman was a slut-bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something.
Sidney Prescott: But this is life. This isn't a movie.
Billy: Sure it is, Sid. It's all a movie. It's all one great big movie. Only you can pick your genre.
Sidney Prescott: How do you gut someone?
Stu: You take a knife and you slit 'em from groin to sternum.
Billy: Hey. It's called tact, you fuck-rag.
Sidney Prescott: Fuck you.
Billy: We've already played that game, remember? You lost.
What's the matter Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Sidney Prescott: You sick fucks. You've seen one too many movies!
Billy: Now Sid, don't you blame the movies. Movies don't create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative!