Sleepaway Camp II: Unhappy Campers

Angela:
Nice girls don't have to show it off.

Angela:
I'm giving you one last chance Mare, we're sleeping out tomorrow night just say your sorry'.

Mare:
Never, I would rather die first Angela'.

Ally:
What are you staring at? Haven't you ever seen a pair of b*obs before?

Demi:
Leave her alone, Ally, I mean she's only looking at that long black hair growing out of your left nipple.

Phoebe:
It turns out the killer was the shy 14 year old girl that everybody picked on. Only this girl, she wasn't really a girl. She was really a he. His aunt had been dressing him up like a girl ever since he was four years old. They found him naked on the beach holding the chopped off head of another camper. About 60 kids were killed and the camp had to be closed down. The End.

Sean Whitmore:
Angela... You're Angela Baker. The Angel of Death. You killed all those kids at Camp Arawack. I should have called you Peter.

Angela:
My name is Angela Johnson. How do you know so much about me?

Sean Whitmore:
My dad's a cop. He helped arrest you. Oh you should have heard him the day you got out.

Angela:
That's too bad. Wait 'til he hears what's happened to you.

Uncle John:
I used to brag that every good kid in New York came here, but now I have trouble filling half the cabins with god knows who. Whatever happened to the good kids in the world?

Angela:
Don't say that Uncle John. There's still lots of good kids. We just have to weed out the bad.

Angela:
Ooooh, I'm a happy camper, I love the summer sun. I love the trees and forest, I'm always having fun! Ooooh, I'm a happy camper, I love the clear blue sky, and with the grace of God, I'll camp until I die!

Judd:
Hey Molly, how do you put up with that b*tch?

Molly Nagle:
She's not that bad.

Demi:
Come on Molly, you have to amit, she's alittle bit weird.

Ally:
Weird isn't the word for it. I think she's a dike.

Ally:
I'm totally serious.

Brooke:
I'm a happy camper, I love to drink and f***, and if you pay me money for my titties you can suck.

Angela:
I didn't think you'll fall for it, you're dumber than I thought.

Ally:
Well you're more f***ed up than I thought.

Molly Nagle:
Where is Ally?

Angela:
I dunno, probably fornicating.