Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Quit. Quit now. - Quit? Why would I want to quit?
Two of my men pulled you out of the lake.
Oh, dummy.
- Terrible way to talk about my feet. - Thank you.
Smoking? Don't smoke. Causes cancer.
You're doomed. You're all doomed.
Fuck her, bro. Fuck her!
Fat chance! You're two steps from Pacific Avenue and Skin City.
Gross.
Hello.
Emergency generator.
Too bad Annie never showed. She was supposed to be a good cook.
Five.
Come on, kids, you can do better than that.
- You want it listed separately? - Right.
I'm gonna check it out.
This looks almost like the one at my uncle's cabin in Maine.
- Why are we in here? - Feet don't fail me now!
Where?
He neglected to mention that downtown they call this place Camp Blood.
- Haven't you ever been in the woods? - We're not in the woods.
Come on. Give me another chance.
I don't know.
We can use his jeep if we need to get help. Don't worry.
What do you think happened?
Eight.
- Like what? - We're going to play strip Monopoly.
Why don't you see if Marcie left any of that grass?
Oh, my sweet, innocent Jason.
- Wait for me. - Can you watch the burgers?
They were making love while that young boy drowned!
Bill!
- What about Ned? - I don't love Ned.
No, the crocodiles are in the cabins.
Kill her, Mommy. Kill her!
Jack? Hmm.
- Well, call him! - How do you call a snake?
- Hey, no. No. Absolutely not. - Ha.
Bill.
Sgt. Tierney, come in. Sgt. Tierney, Car Niner.
Watch his head.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Stay a week. Help get the place ready.
And for what? Ask anybody.
...at Camp Crystal Lake besides yourself?