Jason Xmas

Michelle:
Uncle Lou, do you know more about this than you're letting on? Do you know who that is?

Uncle Lou:
His name is Jason.

Michelle:
Jason?

Uncle Lou:
Jason Voorhees. That name doesn't ring a bell?

Michelle:
What? The guy who killed all those people at camp years ago? I thought he was dead.

Uncle Lou:
Didn't you recognize the mask?

Michelle:
This is crazy. Why would he be after us? We have nothing to do with this. We were never near that camp.

Uncle Lou:
Our house borders the same woods as Crystal Lake. But that's not why he's after us. I knew Jason as a kid. Believe it or not, I wasn't a very nice kid.

Michelle:
How many bullets do you have left?

Uncle Lou:
That's Jason Voorhees coming after us. Probably not enough. How the hell did he find us?

Michelle:
Uncle Lou... when Jason found me outside earlier, there was a man on the roof.

Uncle Lou:
What the hell was he doing on our roof?

Michelle:
He was wearing the same jacket Jason's wearing now. He fell off the roof right before I got away.

Uncle Lou:
And?

Michelle:
Well, it's Christmas Eve.

Uncle Lou:
What? Do you think that was Santa Claus? Are you kidding me?

Michelle:
Well, then, how do you explain how he found us? Or how he got on the roof.

Uncle Lou:
You gotta be f***ing kidding me. What, do you think Jason killed Santa Claus and took his magical powers? Come on, Michelle. Let's be rational.

Michelle:
He's wearing his coat.

Uncle Lou:
Santa Claus never got me nothing.

Michelle:
Merry Christmas, Jason.