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Keep Scream 2 (1997) On Your Home Screen

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Sydney: Yea? Well, you're forgetting one thing about Billy Loomis. Mickey: What's that? Sydney: I fucking killed him!

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Sydney: Yea? Well, you're forgetting one thing about Billy Loomis. Mickey: What's that? Sydney: I fucking killed him!

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Play Sydney: Yea? Well, you're forgetting one thing about Billy Loomis. Mickey: What's that? Sydney: I fucking killed him!

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Sydney: [Answering the phone] Hello? Phone Voice: Hello Sydney remember me? Sydney: What do you want? Phone Voice: I want you, it's showtime! Sydney: Then why don't you show your face you fucking coward! [Hangs up phone] Phone Voice: My pleasure! [Suddenly enters the room and lunges out at her]

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Sydney: [Answering the phone] Hello? Phone Voice: Hello Sydney remember me? Sydney: What do you want? Phone Voice: I want you, it's showtime! Sydney: Then why don't you show your face you fucking coward! [Hangs up phone] Phone Voice: My pleasure! [Suddenly enters the room and lunges out at her]

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Play Sydney: [Answering the phone] Hello? Phone Voice: Hello Sydney remember me? Sydney: What do you want? Phone Voice: I want you, it's showtime! Sydney: Then why don't you show your face you fucking coward! [Hangs up phone] Phone Voice: My pleasure! [Suddenly enters the room and lunges out at her]

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Sydney: I want to know who it is. Hallie: No, no, Sid! Sydney: I'm going back! Hallie: Stupid people go back! Smart people run! We're smart people, so we should just get the fuck outta here!

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Sydney: I want to know who it is. Hallie: No, no, Sid! Sydney: I'm going back! Hallie: Stupid people go back! Smart people run! We're smart people, so we should just get the fuck outta here!

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Play Sydney: I want to know who it is. Hallie: No, no, Sid! Sydney: I'm going back! Hallie: Stupid people go back! Smart people run! We're smart people, so we should just get the fuck outta here!

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Randy: Oh yeah? We'll lets re direct the moment Mr. I'm So Original. Where's your motivation? Huh? Why copy yourself off of two high school loser ass dickheads? Stu was a pussy ass wet rag. And Billy Loomis? Billy Loomis, what the fuck? Jesus! Talk about a rat looking homo repressed momma's boy! Why not set your goals higher huh? You wanna be one of the big boys! Huh? Manson, Bundie, O.J, Son of...

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Randy: Oh yeah? We'll lets re direct the moment Mr. I'm So Original. Where's your motivation? Huh? Why copy yourself off of two high school loser ass dickheads? Stu was a pussy ass wet rag. And Billy Loomis? Billy Loomis, what the fuck? Jesus! Talk about a rat looking homo repressed momma's boy! Why not set your goals higher huh? You wanna be one of the big boys! Huh? Manson, Bundie, O.J, Son of...

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Play Randy: Oh yeah? We'll lets re direct the moment Mr. I'm So Original. Where's your motivation? Huh? Why copy yourself off of two high school loser ass dickheads? Stu was a pussy ass wet rag. And Billy Loomis? Billy Loomis, what the fuck? Jesus! Talk about a rat looking homo repressed momma's boy! Why not set your goals higher huh? You wanna be one of the big boys! Huh? Manson, Bundie, O.J, Son of...

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Mickey: Just wait until the trial. It is gonna rock! Mrs.Loomis: Oh, Mickey, there's not going to be a trial. [shoots Mickey 2 times in the chest]

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Mickey: Just wait until the trial. It is gonna rock! Mrs.Loomis: Oh, Mickey, there's not going to be a trial. [shoots Mickey 2 times in the chest]

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Play Mickey: Just wait until the trial. It is gonna rock! Mrs.Loomis: Oh, Mickey, there's not going to be a trial. [shoots Mickey 2 times in the chest]

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Sydney: You're as crazy as your son was! Debbie: [shocked] What did you just say? [Sidney trembles] Debbie: Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy? Sydney: No, Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect, you did a bang up job Mrs. Loomis. Debbie: It's not wise to patronize me with a gun Sidney! Randy spoke poorly of Billy and I got a little knife happy.

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Sydney: You're as crazy as your son was! Debbie: [shocked] What did you just say? [Sidney trembles] Debbie: Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy? Sydney: No, Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect, you did a bang up job Mrs. Loomis. Debbie: It's not wise to patronize me with a gun Sidney! Randy spoke poorly of Billy and I got a little knife happy.

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Play Sydney: You're as crazy as your son was! Debbie: [shocked] What did you just say? [Sidney trembles] Debbie: Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy? Sydney: No, Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect, you did a bang up job Mrs. Loomis. Debbie: It's not wise to patronize me with a gun Sidney! Randy spoke poorly of Billy and I got a little knife happy.

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Maureen Evans: [at the movie theater] Give me some money. I want some popcorn. Phil Stevens: You've got money. Maureen Evans: I've got *my* money. I asked for *your* money! Phil Stevens: [gives her money] Cheap ass bitch!

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Maureen Evans: [at the movie theater] Give me some money. I want some popcorn. Phil Stevens: You've got money. Maureen Evans: I've got *my* money. I asked for *your* money! Phil Stevens: [gives her money] Cheap ass bitch!

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Play Maureen Evans: [at the movie theater] Give me some money. I want some popcorn. Phil Stevens: You've got money. Maureen Evans: I've got *my* money. I asked for *your* money! Phil Stevens: [gives her money] Cheap ass bitch!

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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....

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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....

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Play 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....

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Debbie: Two birds, one stone. Mickey was a good boy, but, MY GOD, that old "Blame The Movies" motive. Did you buy that for one second? Poor boy was completely out of his mind. Sydney: And you're not? Debbie: No. I'm very sane. My motive isn't as "90s" as Mickey's. Mine is just good old fashioned revenge. You could killed my son! And, now, I kill you and I can't think of anything more rational. Sydney: You're never gonna get away with this. Debbie: Oh, of course, I will. Everything's traceable...

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Debbie: Two birds, one stone. Mickey was a good boy, but, MY GOD, that old "Blame The Movies" motive. Did you buy that for one second? Poor boy was completely out of his mind. Sydney: And you're not? Debbie: No. I'm very sane. My motive isn't as "90s" as Mickey's. Mine is just good old fashioned revenge. You could killed my son! And, now, I kill you and I can't think of anything more rational. Sydney: You're never gonna get away with this. Debbie: Oh, of course, I will. Everything's traceable...

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Play Debbie: Two birds, one stone. Mickey was a good boy, but, MY GOD, that old "Blame The Movies" motive. Did you buy that for one second? Poor boy was completely out of his mind. Sydney: And you're not? Debbie: No. I'm very sane. My motive isn't as "90s" as Mickey's. Mine is just good old fashioned revenge. You could killed my son! And, now, I kill you and I can't think of anything more rational. Sydney: You're never gonna get away with this. Debbie: Oh, of course, I will. Everything's traceable...

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'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...

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'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...

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Play '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...