I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Ray: What can I do for you Max?
Max: You can wipe that my-shit-don't-stink grin off your face.

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Deb: Julie, get your white as death-chalky ass corpse in the car - now.

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Helen: Yeah, Jodie Foster tried this and a skin-ripping serial killer answered the door!

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Ben Willis: You in some kind of trouble child?
Julie: Yes, yeah I'm in a lot of trouble.
Ben Willis: That's a shame, being that it's the 4th of July and all. Kids like you should be out having fun. Drinking, partying, running people over, getting away with murder... things like that.

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Barry: We're going home now and never, ever, under any circumstances known to God speak about this again is that clear? It is now merely a future therapy bill agreed?
Barry: [screaming] Helen?
Helen: I'll never mention it again.
Barry: We make a pact, right here and now we take this to our grave.

Ray: Agreed.
Barry: Julie?
[Julie nods her head in agreement]
Barry: [livid] Don't you nod your head, you fuckin' say it.
Julie: [somber] Yeah okay.
Barry: [Barry runs and grabs Julie by the neck pushing her against the car] We take this to our grave, let me hear it.

Ray: Let her go, Barry.
Barry: You fucking say it!
Julie: Okay, Barry, we take this to the grave.

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Julie: Wait.
Ray: What?
Julie: Should we check his wallet and see who he is?
Barry: Why?
Julie: I don't know okay, just to know.
Helen: I don't want to know.
Barry: Let's just pretend he's some escaped lunatic with a hook for a hand and

we're doing everybody a favor.

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Helen: Christ already, I'll do it!
[dumps dead body in water]

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Ray: See, no one gets me the way you do.
Julie: I understand your pain.

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Julie: I hate this, I really hate this. You're gonna go and you're gonna fall for some head-shaven, black-wearin, tattoo-covered, body-piercing philosophy student."
Ray: That sounds attractive.

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Max: You almost got that rich boy act down, Ray.

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Barry: Even if his body washes ashore in the next couple of weeks, he'll be eaten by crabs and small fish. Maybe we'll get lucky with a shark. Take him to the side.

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Julie: Please, it's a fictional story created to warn young girls of the dangers of having premarital sex.
Ray: Well actually honey, you know how terrified I am of your IQ but it's an urban legend, American folklore and they all usually originate from some real life incident.

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Max: Well go figure, I was just thinking to myself what ever happened to that Barry Cox?
Barry: [being very polite] Hey Max. Hey listen can we talk for a sec? In private?
Max: Oh what this isn't private enough for you?

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Julie: Yeah but this is insane now Barry look at us, this secret's killing us.
Barry: I'm not going to the police and you're not either.
Julie: Barry please, we could put an end to it and maybe salvage some small fraction of a life.
Barry: And how do we do that? Huh? There was no accident Julie it was murder,

your words remember? Murder. I say we find the fuck who's doing this and have a little one on one.

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Barry: What is it with you Ray? You were dogging us from the start weren't you? Always wanting to be our friend, always wanting to be one of us but you were too fucking jealous to handle it
Ray: Fuck you!

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

[Barry has just seen the damage to his new car after hitting someone in the road]
Barry: [Almost besides himself from rage] FUCK! Can't you watch where you're going?
Ray: Hey, it came outta nowhere, I didn't see it!

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Elsa Shivers: Hey you riding with me?
Helen: No tell mom I'll be home late.
Elsa Shivers: Ah is little miss Croaker getting sauteed tonight?
Helen: Oh a twit with a wit.
Elsa Shivers: Eat me.

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Julie: [to Barry] Can you say alcoholic?

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Helen: [Pulling up in front of Helen's house] What now?
Julie: Now, we try and locate this Billy Blue?
Helen: [Sitting there in silence for a few seconds] Maybe he wanted to die.
Julie: What?
Helen: David Egan. His girlfriend was killed on that same road, July 4th one year earlier.

Maybe he blamed himself, maybe he was sitting in the road waiting for us to hit him.
Julie: Yeah, if that'll help you sleep at night.
Helen: What's happened between us? We used to be best friends.
Julie: We used to be a lot of things.
Helen: I miss you.
[Julie doesn't respond]

Helen: Yeah, well...
[She gets out of the car, feelings a little hurt, as Julie drives on home]

I Know What You Did Last Summer
I Know What You Did Last Summer

Helen: [Helen enters her house] Hi, Dad.
[He doesn't respond as he is too engrossed in a Baseball game; she goes into the kitchen, pours herself a glass of Diet Coke, takes her drink, and then heads on upstairs to get ready for bed; she changes into her night shirt and looks at the Crocker Queen crown she was awarded one year earlier, until she is startled by her older

sister, Elsa]
Elsa Shivers: I'm sorry, is the washed-up, dried-out, has-been having a moment?
Helen: [Goes over to her vanity mirror and begins brushing her hair] What do you want?
Elsa Shivers: We're doing inventory at the store tomorrow and I want you there by 10.
Helen: I can't. I'm in the parade

tomorrow.
Elsa Shivers: Well, Dad put me in charge of the store and "I" want you there by ten.
Helen: The outgoing queen has to ride in the parade prior to the pageant. It's tradition, there's nothing I can do about it.
[Continues brushing her hair]
Elsa Shivers: You and hair. You so pathetic.

Helen: You can leave now.
Elsa Shivers: [Leaving Helen's room while closing the door behind her] So very pathetic.
[Helen climbs in bed and goes right off to sleep]