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.
Tricia Albright: The Albrights have been here since the Mayflower arrived.
Big Mac: Caw caw motherfuckers. Let's blow this bitch.
Laurie Strode: Come and get me, motherfucker.
Chef Slowik: Who are you?
Margot: I. Am. Margot. Why do you care?
Chef Slowik: Because. I need to know if you're with us or with them.
Sully: I dried off with you, afterwards! I never done that, before. It means something.
Jade: You going to bed?
Sue: You sneaking out?
Jade: Why do you always think I'm sneaking out or sleeping around?
Sue: Because you only ask if I'm going to bed when you're sneaking out? Is it to see Daniel?
Jade: You know, even if it was, he's ultra-Christian. He doesn't do anything ever.
Sue: He's still got a dick, Jade.
David: What the fuck are you doing here, Soph?
Sophie: I missed you.
David: We both know that's a lie. Nobody has ever missed me.
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.