Friday the 13th Part III

Shelly:
Is that all you're gonna do this weekend? Smoke dope?

Chuck:
How come you never scream when we have sex?

Chili:
Give me something to scream about.

Ali:
You son of a b*tch! Come back here you bastards! You ain't getting away with this, God dammit!

Andy:
God dammit, Shelly, why do you always have to be such an a**hole?

Shelly:
Sorry, and I'm not an a**hole, I'm an actor.

Andy:
Same thing.

Vera Sanchez:
[sees Jason now wearing a goalie mask] Who are you?

[Jason points a speargun at her]

Vera Sanchez:
What are you doing?

[Jason is still pointing the speargun at her]

Vera Sanchez:
Hey cut that out, that's not funny!

[Jason shoots Vera in her left eye with the speargun. She falls dead into the water. Jason casually drops the spent speargun to the ground and walks off]

Andy:
How do we do it?

Debbie:
Well, first we take our clothes off, and then you get on top of me or I can get on top of you.

Andy:
I know how to do it, I mean, how do we do it in a hammock?

Debbie:
[Undressing] Well, uh, I think you can figure something out.

Andy:
I'll think of something!

Chris Higgins:
[to Jason] No! You *can't* be alive!

Vera Sanchez:
Look, I'm gonna go outside for a few minutes and then when I get back in we'll talk.

Shelly:
Yeah, sure. We'll talk... B*tch.

Shelly:
Would you be yourself, if you looked like this?

Mrs. Sanchez:
Yes?

Chris Higgins:
Hi, Mrs. Sanchez. I'm Chris. We've come to pick up Vera.

Mrs. Sanchez:
She is not going!

[We hear people arguing]

Chris Higgins:
What are they saying?

Debbie:
I don't know. I flunked Spanish.

[Vera comes outside, happily]

Vera Sanchez:
Hi, everybody. What are you looking at?

Debbie:
Hey, the van's on fire!

Chris Higgins:
Shelly, why aren't you at the lake with everybody else?

Shelly:
Oh, they said they were going skinny-dipping. I'm not skinny enough.

Chris Higgins:
This was my bedroom. It's yours for the weekend.

Debbie:
Great.

[Chris looks outside the window and sees that the door of the barn is moving]

Debbie:
Chris? I don't mean to be picky or anything, but where's the bed?

[Chris is still worried]

Debbie:
Chris?

Chris Higgins:
Oh. It's right here

[Chris shows the hammock to Debbie]

Debbie:
What's this?

Chris Higgins:
It's your bed.

Debbie:
A hammock?

Chris Higgins:
You might like it.

[Chris leaves the room]

Debbie:
Why not?

[Andy comes in]

Andy:
Where's the bed?

Ali:
[Finished syphoning Chris' van] Take this to the barn, and start pourin' and, find Fox.

Fox:
Whhhoooo!

[Swinging on a rope, at the barn]

Loco:
What the hell you doin'? Get off that thing!

Fox:
[Continues swinging] Whooo! This feels gooooood!

[laughs]

Loco:
Ali is gonna be pissed if he sees you screwing around. C'mon, we got sh*t to do.

Loco:
[looks back up and sees that Fox as disappeared] What the hell?

Loco:
[Enters barn] Fox? Where are ya? Stop screwin' around! You're messin' everything up! You're dead now, woman. Fox?

[Loco turns around and sees Fox's corpse hanging onto the rafter with a pitchfork. Then, Jason approaches Loco with a pitchfork, and impails it in Loco's abdomen]

Fox:
Fox? Loco? Open, the damn door! Fox!

[Ali enters barn]

Ali:
[the barn is silent, and not getting answers] What the hell you guys doin' up there?

[Still no answer]

Ali:
Hear me talkin' to you?

Ali:
[Loco's corpse falls onto Ali] FOOOOOOOOXXXXX!

[Ali sees Jason, jumping off a rafter]

Ali:
[picks up a machete] When I find you, you bastard, you're a dead man!

[Jason approaches Ali]

Ali:
Sh*t!

[Ali swings the machete at Jason's head, but Jason duckes, and bludgeones Ali with a wrench]

Chris Higgins:
[Vera and her mother are arguing] What are they saying?

Debbie:
Don't ask me, I flunked Spanish.

Shelly:
[Shelly has accidentally reversed into and knocked over the gang's motorcycles with Rick's car] Oh, sh*t.

Vera Sanchez:
"Oh, sh*t" is right! Let's get outta here!