Quotes

Dialogue

Jason Carvey: Okay, I think I'm on Hudson. Um, what color's the outside of the restaurant? Laura Crane: I think it's red. Jason Carvey: I don't see anything red. Laura Crane: I, um, I could be wrong. Let me just, um, let me go and have a little look see. Jason Carvey: Okay. Thank you. Laura Crane: Hang on. Yep, it's definitely red. Jason Carvey: Yeah, I don't see anything red here. Laura Crane: You sure you're on Hudson? Jason Carvey: Uh...oh, crap. I'm still a block over. Oh, it looks like there's an alley I can cut through. Is the restaurant near an alley? Laura Crane: Um... [notices a nearby alley] Yes, yes, there is an alley. Jason Carvey: Oh, perfect. Okay. I'm coming down the alley. Laura Crane: I don't see you. Jason Carvey: Wait, really? Are you sure? [Laura crosses the road and walks into the alley] Uh, there's some dumpsters about halfway down. Laura Crane: I see them, but I don't see you. Jason Carvey: Yeah, I don't see you either. This is...creepy, right? Laura Crane: Uh, a

Dialogue

Jason Carvey: I'm sorry, okay? I just got massive blue balls, and I had to practice. Please don't be mad. How mad are you? Ghostface: Oh...I'm not mad, Jason. Jason Carvey: Dude, you said we wouldn't use the voice on each other. Ghostface: We said a lot of things. Jason Carvey: This is...Greg, right? Ghostface: [chuckles] Who else would it be? Jason Carvey: Where are you? I want to tell you about it. Oh, by the way, we should go to that frat party. Tara's going. Ghostface: What was it like? Jason Carvey: Not on the phone, man. And, seriously, turn off the fucking voice modulator. Ghostface: I'm just trying to get the voice right. You got to have your practice, I get mine. Jason Carvey: Whatever. Ghostface: Just tell me what it felt like. Then maybe I'll come out. Jason Carvey: Dude, I know you're not here. Ghostface: Humor me. Jason Carvey: All right, fine. [chuckles] It was even better than we ever could've imagined. When the knife went in here, it's like she wasn't human anymore, jus

Dialogue

Tara Carpenter: What the fuck? Samantha Carpenter: I never deleted his contact. It's coming from his number. Tara Carpenter: Don't pick that up. Just let it ring. [Sam chooses to answer the call] Sam... Samantha Carpenter: Who is this? Ghostface: Hello, Samantha. Did you miss me? Samantha Carpenter: I want you to think long and hard about whether you really want to do this, because the last two people that fucked with us ended up dead. Ghostface: You should be thanking me, Sam. Jason and Greg were gonna kill you and your sister. I gutted them before they had the chance. Samantha Carpenter: So, what? You're protecting us now? Ghostface: Not quite. I’m going to show the world who you really are, a liar and a killer. I’m going to punish you, Sam. Samantha Carpenter: You shouldn't believe everything you read on the Internet, asshole. Ghostface: Don’t be cute. You’re gonna pay for what you did. And I’m not gonna stop until I butcher you, you and anyone who gets between us! You and Tara bett

Dialogue

Tara Carpenter: How'd you get past what happened to you? Kirby Reed: I almost died after I was stabbed. Technically I did die for like 4 minutes. When I recovered, I got mad. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life being afraid of monsters. I wanted the monsters to be afraid of me. Tara Carpenter: I like that.

Dialogue

Samantha Carpenter: You're gonna die, you know. Ghostface: No, you’re gonna die, Samantha, choking on your own blood when I hack up your sister. Samantha Carpenter: Unless we find you first. Ghostface: For a mastermind, you’re not very bright. Waiting for me to call, desperately hoping I’m nearby so the police can grab me? But I’m not nearby. I’m a step ahead. Be seeing you, Samantha. [hangs up]

Dialogue

Gale's boyfriend: That'll be our food. [Answers the phone] Hello? [To Gale] Not the food, it's for you. Gale Weathers: Who is it? Gale's boyfriend: May I ask who's calling, please? [To Gale] He says it's the killer. Gale Weathers: Hello? Ghostface: Hello, Gale. Strange that you and I have never spoken on the phone. This is long overdue. Gale Weathers: I agree. [To her boyfriend] Call the police. Ghostface: I figured, after all these years, you’d want an interview. Gale Weathers: You figured right. So, what's your motive this time? You angry at the movies or are you just trying to stay relevant? Ghostface: I could ask you the same. Don’t you know? The legacy characters are disposable now. No one cares about last century’s heroes. Gale Weathers: Why bother with me at all? Ghostface: Call it nostalgia. Or maybe you deserve to be punished for all that money you made off the misery of others. Maybe it’s time someone made a buck reporting your death. Gale Weathers: You know you're, like, the

Dialogue

Kirby: It's okay! Sam: Stay the fuck back! Tara: We know it's you, Kirby! Kirby: But one of them knocked me out! Detective Wayne Bailey: Kirby, stop! Get away from those girls! Kirby: What are you doing here? Detective Wayne Bailey: You killed Quinn? YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER?! Kirby: JESUS CHRIST! [to Sam] Whatever he is saying, don't trust him! He's probably the killer! Detective Wayne Bailey: [to the Ghostface next to him] Great job. [Another Ghostface walks in and stands next to Wayne, showing that there are three killers behind the murders] Both of you. Tara Carpenter: You? Detective Wayne Bailey: Yeah, of course, me. Frankly, I expected more from the two of you after what you did to us. Tara Carpenter: What do you mean "us"? Detective Wayne Bailey: Ta-da. Ethan: Mindy was right. It was easy to juke the roommate lottery. I mean, all I had to do to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha literally named Chad. Fuck, it felt good to kill him! [Shows his mask] This was yo

Dialogue

Tara: Now die a fucking virgin! [Removes the knife from Ethan's mouth and cries at peace as Ethan falls to the ground] Samantha: [taunting a stunned Quinn] Looks like you're down another brother. [Quinn becomes enraged and desperately tries to charge at Sam, only for Sam to fire her gun and fatally shoot Quinn in the head as Detective Bailey looks on in horror] Always gotta shoot them in the head. [Tries to fire one more bullet on Bailey, but the gun is empty] Oh, fuck! Ghostface: Hello, Detective Bailey. I’ve got one question for you. Detective Wayne Bailey: Oh, yeah? What's that? Ghostface: What’s your favorite scary movie? Detective Wayne Bailey: [chuckles] "Favorite scary movie." Ghostface: I’m asking, because you’re in one now. You’re in my movie. Detective Wayne Bailey: I see you've put on your true face, huh? Your birthright. Poetic that you're gonna die in it. Ghostface: This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Detective Wayne Bailey: Now you know the truth, huh? Murder's in your blo