Bloody Murder

Tobe:
I guess that's what we'll tell ourself when we're trying to sleep at night.

Tobe:
It frightens me to think that my diet for the next six weeks will consist primarily of cream spinach and Mrs. Pete's tator-tots.

Whitney:
Well I'm sticking with what I know: Ritz crackers and peanut butter. Basic building block of a well rounded eating disorder.

Whitney:
Ahhahhahh!

Tobe:
Relax, it's only me!

Whitney:
You loser, you scared the sh*t out of me!

Whitney:
Very funny... Now take off your mask and show yourself... Ahhahhahh!

Sheriff Williams:
Take it from me, there is no such thing as Trevor Moorehouse.

Julie:
It just doesn't seem fair... Seventeen years... I was just getting to know her, you know?

Drew:
Misery comes in lots of different forums. It's all miserable.

Henry:
Nelson's come back to even the score!

Julie:
Sorry. I...

Henry:
Ask Tommy McConnell what really happened that night!

Julie:
How do you know my dad's name?

Brad:
So what do you guys think is going on around here?

Jamie:
I think Dean got dumped by Whitney, couldn't handle it, went pyshco on her. End of story.

Drew:
Okay, who's Trevor Moorehouse?

Doug:
The camp boogieman.

Jamie:
Look, take it for whatever it's worh, but my older sister swears she knows someone who's brother's friend dissapeared up here a couple years ago during the summer.