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Sidney Prescott: Sam, I want you to help us kill him.
Sam Carpenter: You want me to help you and the host of a morning show to commit murder?
Gale Riley: Correct.
Sidney Prescott: Yeah.
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Tricia Albright: The Albrights have been here since the Mayflower arrived.
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Big Mac: Caw caw motherfuckers. Let's blow this bitch.
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Laurie Strode: Come and get me, motherfucker.
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Cope: I have a lump on my abdomen. You see it? Picasso? Duchamp? Francis Bacon, perhaps? Am I an artist?
Timlin: He takes the rebellion of his own body and seizes control of it. Shapes it, tattoos it, displays it, creates theater out of it. It has meaning, very potent meaning, and many, many people respond to it.
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Chef Slowik: Jeremy, do you want my life?