Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thanks.
Jason.
Come on.
- No. No! - It's all right, dear. You're okay.
What?
I'm Mrs. Voorhees. An old friend of the Christys.
I hear it and I try to block it out with my hands, only it doesn't work.
- Hello. - Shit.
In 1962, they were going to open up. The water was bad.
- Dumb kid. - At least I'm not afraid of ghosts.
- Bill. Can I come? - Come on.
- Leave people alone! - You'll never come back!
Bill!
- God sent me. - Get out of here, man!
- What happened to my 500's? - They're there. Where's my shoe?
Terrific. Not you too. You sound like your crazy friend back there.
No sweat, Trudy. Okay, kid, let's move it.
Oh, my God.
They were making love while that young boy drowned!
It sounds like pebbles when it hits the ground.
- Here, let me give you a hand with that. - Thank you.
If you were a flavor of ice cream, what would it be?