Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look what you did to him!
Somebody's there!
Aha!
The generator's probably out of gas.
The sweater has a death curse!
- Hello. - Here. Please somebody help me.
Bill.
God!
- Oh, Neddy! - Oh, Jesus Christ!
Come on Yanks you could do better then that.
Fuck her, bro. Fuck her!
They were making love while that young boy drowned!
You know I think I'm beginning to like this game.
You speak English? How far is it to Camp Crystal Lake?
- That'd be great. There's hamburger... - None for me.
Bill, I think we should call someone.
No, no. There, there.
She must be with Jack and Marcie.
Is sex all you ever think about, Ned?
Next there'll be snakes in the outhouse and crocodiles in the lake.
The one who pulled me underneath the water.
- No. - Look what you did to him!
- I think we just met Ralph. - God, what's next?
Uh-huh.
- Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake. - Thanks.
- He keeps acting like such a jerk. - Neddy!
Jason should have been watched! Every minute!
- Think he's gonna be bent out of shape? - I don't know.
You kids keep your noses clean. You'll be hearing from me if you don't.
For what?
What monster could have done this?
- Can you give me a lift? - Yeah.
So young.
Hello? Hello?
Worst run of bad luck since Richard Nixon.
Heaven help you if you land in my hotel!
What's the matter with it?
- Can he swim? - I don't know.
I can't help you if you don't calm down.
Wait a minute.
Ow.
Cycle Two, where are you? Come in, Cycle Two.
- Jack. - Jack.
Roger. Acknowledge receipt. Estimate arrival, 15 minutes.
We'll have to finish the game another night.
- Good night. - Good night.