Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Someone pick up the goddam phone! Move outta the way!
Now that we're all here, the party can begin.
God, it's not the end of the world, Roman.
This is Maureen Prescott. This is Sidney Prescott's mother.
Who knows more about Maureen Prescott than her own daughter?
- Who is it? Who's there? - Christine?
I heard shots. Tyson's dead. What's goin' on?
That's what the police are gonna find on Milton's answering machine...
Take a little walk to the edge of town
All I know about movie trilogies is that in the third one...
- Well, then, um-- - I did.
- Be careful. - You too.
Look who I found slinkin' around the yard. The nightly news.
-I-I walk outta the house, I turn it on. -What the hell is this?
Dewey, where is everybody?
Hey, Miss Prescott.
Alone at night he crosses flames
- Are you saying she-- - I'm saying things got out of hand.
There's gotta be another way in there! Come on!
- You can't fuckin' kill me! - Head!
Named Ricky, who works at the video store.
But what I'm asking is just to see ifwe're wrong.
Sid!
Whoever?
I bet in the basement.
Over here, Dewey!
- Yes, Mr Milton. Let's go. - Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Where is Detective Kincaid?
Fifteen minutes, Paul! Damn! Anyway...
Sid.
There's another door down here.
- What are you doing? - What? - What the fuck are you doing?
- No. - No?
Since I got you on thephone, let's-- let's talk about your character, okay?
All the psychos in the world will retire? Come on.
- Thank you, Detective. - You're welcome.
If you're in it, expect a long commute.
Hey. Lose something?
I mean, you thinkyou do, but--
Hi. Um, do I have to say my name?
Come on, Cherokee.
Hey, Dewdrop. Can I have a word?
God, Dewey.
Hello?
Your boyfriend didn't like seeing his daddy in my film too much.
God! Why don't you stop your whining and get on with it? I've heard this shit before!
- I loved that movie. - Forget the movie! What if Milton's crazy...
You know I don't like your Stab games.
What are you doing with that?
It was like he was making a movie.
- Who's this? - Who's this?
- Where's Maureen's daughter, Sidney? - Who the fuck is this?
Must be exciting. Beautiful place, beautiful people.
I don't know! If I thought like a homicidal maniac...
Shit.
Call me Mark, would you? 'Cause I'm gonna keep calling you Sidney.
Dewdrop?
Ooh, it's spooky.
- Slow it down. - Sorry.
and that lost and lonely little girl inside.
then no one would care if I took some souvenirs.
- Come on. Come on. - press five.
Hang on. Let me get some clothes.
She wanted to see the file on Sid, "for research."
Come on, I know you do. I'm sure you do.
Number three: The past will come back to bite you in the ass.
Are you parked in the lot? 'Cause I should check to make sure...
What is this thing?
Right. Come on, Dewey.
Whatever you think you know about the past, forget it.
You know? I lived through the fuckin' thing.
one thing, I'll kill them both.
- Stop! - You know why you kill people, Roman? Do you?
You were the only child she claimed, Sidney.
I'm no more safe there than I am here, and at least here I'm not alone.
And we don't know which one the killer read.
Hey, guys. Come on in. Join the party.
God, this house is incredible.
You make it sound like you're still in love with her.
Something about my mom. I'm going to meet him at his house.
Everyone back inside!
Last night you were almost charcoal. You gonna help us or what?
- How do I know their voices are-- - Are real?
who bravely faced down the psychopath and killed her with her own knife?
I was-- I was just, you know, trying to take the game to the next level.
-Jennifer, settle down. What happened? - I'm with him. - You.
It's Sarah.
then I'd know how a homicidal maniac thinks.
So, in closing, as the future journalists of America...
Gimme the club, please.