That woman was a slut-bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something.


What's the matter Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.


It was a simple game, Cotton, you should've told me where Sidney was... now you lose.

Phone Voice

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.

Your slut mother was fucking my father. She's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me. How's that for a motive?


Randy: Listen up. They found Principal Himbry dead. He was gutted and hung from the goal post on the football field.
Drunk Teen: Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go over there before they pry him down!

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.

Look, Kenny, I know you're about fifty pounds overweight, but when I say hurry, please interpret that as MOVE YOUR FAT TUB OF LARD ASS NOW!


Gale: Jesus, the camera, hurry!
Kenny: My name isn't Jesus.

Casey: Who's there?
Ghostface: Never say "who's there?" Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish. You might as well come out to investigate a strange noise or something.

If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath - would you be standing in the horror section?


Stuart: As if.
Randy: Oh, really, Alicia?

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