Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I got it right. I was fucking right!
- I've gone thru everything. We're definitely good on timeline. - Oh, yeah. We're perfect.
It's cool to meet you...officially. I keep meaning to pick up a copy of your book, but...
- Ok, do you know of a party that's happening tonight? - Well, there's Stab- a- thon.
That was so fucking stupid. Pure horse shit. The death of horror right here in front of us!
Have the 7 Stab movies all based on Gale Weathers' books about you made it even harder to go on?
- Oh, nobody. - Did you pick a movie?
- Dewey! - Gale?
- Leatherface? - A chainsaw. Please...
yes, my Charlie Walker, may get lucky with a girl. Now I'm unable to , to publish my exact location, however, suffice it to say...
- For me to make a move? -Mhh mhh.
- A-A-And I circled around to cut him off. - And?
- Fucking kidding me? - What?
I guess now it would be Twitter. That'd make more sense.
- Are you ready to drink every time someone shuts the refrigerator door and, oh my God, there's the harmless character right behind it?
Dammit.
What the hell?
Yeah, but I would be cheating on the diet.
- This isn't Trevor. - Oh, oh, alright. Then why do you have his phone?
- The bond of blood. - Don't.
- I haven't had a chance to read it yet, but... - Well, you can get one.
I love you.
Why? What did you do?
- Hello? - Who is this?
Can you please get away from the window? You've no right to be in here. Not anymore.
Deputy. Gale. Calm please.
What happened? Oh my God, Jill.
It's from stalker boy. He said "Answer the phone".
- It's good. - Told the owner I'd kill his cat if you didn't get a ring.
- Charlie? - Want her taken care of.
-What do you want? - I wanna talk to Jill.
- Oh. - Yeah, the one and only.
- I need all units to 329 Whispering Lane. - All units! 329 Whispering Lane!
Ok. Hang on. Uhm, are you familiar with the phrase "I wrote a book on this" ?
And I heard they killed my mom. And Robbie and Kirby too. - Shhh. Just lay back. Try to rest.
Jill!
- It's a prank. Hang up. - Why did you give the phone to me?
But if you wanna be in the hospital, I'd be happy to put you there. In the morgue!
- Hello? - Hello. Who is this?
- Uh, yes? - Who is this?
No!
- When was the bookshelf in the box office? - Never.
- Is-is your wife... - She's gonna be fine. She's tough.
What is it say?
- Names are Olivia Morris and Jill Roberts. - That's Sid's cousin. Damn.
What good did to be a survivor in this little drama if everyone close to you is dead?
Thanks, I-I guess. This, uhm...you film your entire High School experience and what, post it on the net?
- Shut the fuck up, already!
- Gale...I am glad you came. - Congratulations, Sidney.
- Jill? Oh my God. Are you ok? - Give me a hand.
- What? - There's a webcam... set back there.
- Woah, 25 to stay alive! - Shit! Sorry Sheriff!
- They don't. They really don't. - Thank you, Sir.
- Looks like the celebration's begun. - High School kids probably.
- No, don't open it. - You're overreacting.
Look, nobody thinks you re involved but everyone's a suspect. I am sorry.
and we're the innocent victims: Sidney and Randy.
Ok. Listen to me Judy. I don't mind that you re working with my hudband.
I'm sorry, I know you re into the movie and all , but...now would be a really good time to make a move.
I got a call like that this morning from Marnie the Carnie.
We got a couple high school kids in here.
Thought this was over!