Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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