Scream 2 Quotes

Sydney: 300 people watched. Nobody did anything. They thought it was a publicity for Christ sakes.
Randy: [Speaking in a British accent humorously] And it would have been a good one too.
Sydney: It's starting again, Randy.
Randy: It's not. A lot of shit happens at the movies. People get robbed, shot, maimed,

murdered. Movie theaters are very dangerous places to be these days.
Sydney: [persistent] Yeah, and you are in extreme denial.
Randy: You should be too. This has nothing to do with us.
Sydney: [frantic] Randy! A guy in a ghost mask hacked up two people in a movie theater filming our life story.
Randy:

Coincidence?
Sydney: You know what happened at Woodsboro, Randy. You can't ignore it.
Randy: [speaking normally now] I know, Sid, and I don't want to go back there again. Can't we just go back to our pseudo-quasi happy existence?
[Derek, Sydney's boyfriend catches up with them]
Randy: HELLO DEREK, how you doing?

Derek: [kisses Sydney] Hi Sid, I heard you weren't in class.
Sydney: Yeah I know. I skipped it because I couldn't take the "Death to her" looks.
Derek: Is there anything I could do?
Sydney: Yeah, do you have any tricks for getting back to a pseudo-quasi happy existence?
Derek: [thinking

decisively] You know? I might just have one for that.
Randy: Oh yeah, what is that?
[Derek turns to Sydney, brings her in for a couple romantic kisses while Randy looks away, jealous & embarrassed]
Sydney: [smiles] That was pretty good.
[Derek & Sydney walk away]
Randy: Get a room.

'Stab' Casey: [Phone rings; "Casey" picks it up] Hello?
Phone Voice: [distorted voice] Hello.
'Stab' Casey: [unaffected] Who is this?
Phone Voice: Guess.
'Stab' Casey: No, really. Who is this?
Phone Voice: Were you expecting somebody?
'Stab'

Casey: [looks over at popping corn] No...
Maureen Evans: [frustrated loud voice] Bitch, hang up that phone and *69 his ass! Damn!
Phil Stevens: [turns to her; puts finger to lips] Shhhhh!
'Stab' Casey: Who is this?
Phone Voice: [distorted] Who would you like it to be?
'Stab'

Casey: I don't like games. Who is this?
[Walks away from stove and above from where she was, a figure appears with music, scaring the moviegoers]
Phone Voice: Look out back. Do you see your boyfriend anywhere?
'Stab' Casey: I don't even have a boyfriend right now.
[looks visibly more frightened]
Phone

Voice: [menacing] Would you like one?
Maureen Evans: [frustrated whisper] Damn it all.
[normal voice]
Maureen Evans: Can I - give me some money. I need to get some popcorn.
Phil Stevens: You got money.
Maureen Evans: I got my money. I asked fo' your money.
Phone

Voice: What do y'say?
[Phil, annoyed, gets out the money]
Phil Stevens: [Soft mutter] Cheap ass.
Maureen Evans: [grabs the money] Thank you.
[Phil looks back at her without affection and turns back to the film]
Phone Voice: Come on. Cat got your tongue?
'Stab' Casey: You know, I

don't even know you, and I dislike you already.
Maureen Evans: [Maureen sighs as she closes the doors and goes toward the popcorn stand; gets startled as movie audience screams and walks over to counter amidst comments about the movie] Hi, um, can I have a medium popcorn, no butter, and a small diet Pepsi?
Popcorn Boy: [small smile and friendly] You

got it.

Randy: The way I see it someone's out to make a sequel. You know cash in on all the movie murder hoopla. So it's our job to observe the rules of the sequel. Number One: The Body count is always bigger. Number Two: The Death scenes are always much more elaborate. More blood, more Gore. Carnage Candy! Your core audience just expects it. And Number Three: If you want your sequel to

become a franchise never ever...

Theater Girl #1: [walking to Maureen's backside to stand behind her in popcorn line] That's it. I am not going back in there.
Theater Girl #2: Come on, you chickenshit. It's just a movie.
Theater Girl #1: No, it's not just a movie. It's a true story. All these kids got killed a couple years ago in California.
[Maureen gets her

order]
Popcorn Boy: [background] Here's the popcorn.
Maureen Evans: [barely audible] Thanks.
Girl in theater lobby: [Maureen begins walking back with her food; 2 girls walk by] I was so scared, I almost had a heart attack!
Crazy costumed guy in lobby: Hah! Stab you, man!
[begins "stabbing" pedestrians and then another costumed

movegoer]
Crazy costumed guy in lobby: Get yo'self.
[laughter behind Maureen and then just her footsteps as she approaches the door. She slowly begins to open the door. Phil jumps from a door in his mask and yells to scare her]
Phil Stevens: WHOA!
Maureen Evans: [screams, and audience screams inside; Phil laughs and removes his mask]

You ass!
[hits him hard on the arm]
Phil Stevens: I'm sorry. I had to, Baby.
Maureen Evans: What are you playing?
Phil Stevens: [takes her closer] Would you relax? God! What's wrong wit' you?
Maureen Evans: [more calm closer to him] I don't like being scared. I don't like that.

Phil Stevens: [looks down at her] Baby, its just a movie.
[sighs softly]
Phil Stevens: Besides, scary movies are great foreplay.
[kisses the side of her face and grins]
Maureen Evans: Excuse me?
Phil Stevens: [resigning] Let's go see Sandra Bullock.
Maureen Evans:

[resigning] Oh, no. Sandra started already. We can stay.
[puts her arm around his back]
Maureen Evans: Just stop playin' so much.
[gives smooch to lips and cheek and smiles at him]
Phil Stevens: All right. I gotta go to the bathroom.
[turns to walk and nicks her cheek with his hand]
Phil Stevens: See ya

inside.
[Maureen gives him a crafty smile and sighs again as she turns to go in to a cheering audience that then screams. Phil waits for urinals, taken up by costumed theatergoers. He gives up and goes to a stall, locked and taken up by the killer]
Phil Stevens: Sorry.
[goes to an ajar stall hesitantly]
Phil Stevens: Hello?

[opens it fully and goes in, unzipping his fly]
Mrs.Loomis: [presumably Mrs. Loomis in a high-pitched, sotto voice in stall] I don't - I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it; I swear. I swear, I-I'll be good. Please don't, Mommy. No, I'll - I'll be good.
[Phil meanwhile looks at stall separator, puzzled then bursts out in soft laughter]

Mrs.Loomis: Mommy, I'll tell you. Really. I'll tell you, Mommy; I'll tell you, Mommy. Really. I'll tell you why I did it, Mommy. Listen, Mommy. Listen, Mommy.
[Phil is putting ear right to stall to listen, amused and interested. Killer can tell his ear is there and the knife is put straight into Phil's ear. He groans; falls to floor, eventually presumably dead]

Maureen Evans: [in theater, Maureen is frustrated with "Casey"] N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no! No! No! No! No! No! No! Don't do that!
[starts making hand motions to "Casey"]
Maureen Evans: Move! Move! Go! Run! Go!
[meanwhile, killer sits next to her]
Maureen Evans: Baby, give it up. You came back just in time; it looks like

she's about to get it. Want some popcorn?
[killer shakes head]
Maureen Evans: Uh-uh. See, if that was me, I would be outta there.
[screams and hides face near killer's shoulder]
Maureen Evans: Oh, here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes!
[screams and looks back and forth. She is then gutted by the killer, and makes it to the

movie screen, walking around in pain, whimpering and seething, making unintelligible noises and dies, synchronized with "Casey's" death]

Cotton: Don't you fuckin' move!
[Debbie jumps, grabbing Sidney in the process, holding Sidney in front of her, while holding the knife to Sidney's throat]
Cotton: GODDAMN IT!
[Cotton jumps onto the stage]
Sydney: [Scared and Sarcastically] Hey, Cotton.
Cotton: Okay, okay, everybody just calm

down. I've had a very, very bad day and I would like to know exactly what the fuck is going on here! Sidney?
Sydney: Cotton, meet Billy Loomis' Mother. She's the killer
Cotton: What?
[He backs into Mickey's foot]
Cotton: Then who's that?
Sydney: The other killer: Mickey.
[Cotton chuckles]

Sydney: Look, Cotton-...
Cotton: Shut up.
[Looks over at Mrs. Loomis]
Cotton: Hi. You're not Debbie Salt, are you? You're not with the Post Telegraph?
[He backs into one of the fallen stage prop pillars]
Debbie: No, but I can still help you, Cotton.
Cotton: Ah, ah,

ah!
Debbie: You don't need her! Let me kill her. As long as she's alive, you're never gonna be the lead story if that's what you want. If you really want this moment in the spotlight, just let me kill her! And then, you're the only survivor, you're the star!
[Cotton looks unsure]
Debbie: She sent you to prison for a year! Personally, I think

it's rather poetic!
[Cotton considers it]
Sydney: No. No, Cotton, don't you listen to her!
Cotton: Whoa.
[Chuckles]
Cotton: Whoa. What a predicament you're in, Sid.
Sydney: Cotton!
Cotton: I mean she makes a good point. Let me think about this. Maybe you should,

too. I'll bet you that Diane Sawyer interview's looking real good right bout now.
[Sidney starts thinking it over]
Cotton: Hmm?
Sydney: [after thinking it over a little longer] Consider it done.
Sydney: [Cotton fires the gun, sending both Sidney and Mrs. Loomis backward; But it is Mrs. Loomis whom was shot by Cotton]

Cotton: [after Sidney coughs and sits up] Whoa, that... was intense.
[Sidney looks over at Mrs. Loomis' dead body, then gets up]
Cotton: Hey, Sidney, look I want you to know that I would never, ever do anything to hurt you.
Sydney: Cotton, give me the gun.
Cotton: [after a brief pause] Yeah,

sure, take it.

Derek: Oh thank god Sidney, I thought I was gonna be up there until opening night.
Sydney: Oh shit, the killer is here. He killed Hallie, he's here. Shit, who tied these?
Derek: What are you talking about?
Sydney: The killer! He's here!
Derek: Where?
Phone Voice:

Right here.
[pause; heavy, deep breaths]
Phone Voice: You're fast, Sid.
[Sidney resumes trying to untie Derek]
Phone Voice: I wouldn't do that if I were you. You really want to trust your boyfriend?
Mickey: Don't you know, history repeats itself? Hmm, Sid?
[removes mask to reveal Mickey; uses

voice-changer]
Phone Voice, Mickey: Surprise, Sidney.
Derek: What the fuck?
Mickey: Since Derek here disappeared on my ass, I've been on my own, all fucking night. Thanks a lot, partner.
Derek: You motherfucker! Sid, you know me better than that. Untie me.

Sydney: Oh my god, Derek!
Derek: No, no, no... Sid.
Mickey: It's okay, Derek. We got her.
Derek: No, no, Sid, listen to me. You know me better than that. He's lying.
Mickey: What do you think, Derek? Sidney's experiencing a little deja vu?
Mickey: Sid, he's

lying! The man is lying! Sid, untie me! Untie me!
Mickey: Hmm. Boyfriend, killer. Boyfriend, killer. Boyfriend, killer.
Derek: No, I am gonna fucking kill you! You are dead! Dead!...
[Mickey shoots Derek in the chest, near heart]