Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bullshit, Paul.

- What place? - That camp. Camp Blood.

Axes, knives, lanterns, saws. They can all be trouble.

...stealing what he needs, living off wild animals and vegetation.

This place is spooky.

- Here you go, Ted. - Thank you, dear.

You've done yourjob well, and Mommy is pleased.

- He said... - I'll handle this.

If you're a woman, don't use perfume.

Yeah. Deranged killer.

Just your legs, huh? Is everything else OK?

Just let me get some things, OK?

There's one thing I don't have to tell you.

But I'm gonna give it to you straight about Jason.

Then he's still there.

I'm striking out all over the place.

You've got a good reputation.

My men pulled you out of the lake. We thought you were dead, too.

- Would you get me a coffee? - Don't drink too much.

Now, come to Mommy. Come on.

- See you later. - Bring back my truck in one piece.

Which one do you prefer?

You wanna wrestle, come with me.

Today was fun and games.

Jason's a legend, Ginny.

some girl panics and falls out of a canoe. It's absurd.

A frightened retard? A child trapped in a man's body?

- Paul, goddamn it! - Hey, calm down.

I need a little time alone, that's all.

You've all worked as counsellors at one camp or another.