Friday the 13th Quotes
A group of young adults discover a boarded up Camp Crystal Lake, where they soon encounter Jason Voorhees and his deadly intentions.
Pamela Voorhees: Did you know a young boy drowned the year before those two others were killed? The counselors weren't paying any attention... They were making love while that young boy drowned. His name was Jason. I was working the day that it happened. Preparing meals... here. I was the cook. Jason should've been watched. Every minute. He was - he wasn't a very good swimmer. We can go now, dear.
Enos, the truck driver: I tell ya, he's causing problems enough for your boss with all that talk... goddamn nuisance... Did he tell you anything?
Annie: Oh, I'll be cooking for fifty kids and ten staff. The campers will mostly be like inner-city children.
Enos, the truck driver: I mean about what happened.
Annie: No.
Enos, the truck driver: [shakes head]
Annie: Come on, there's something you're not telling me.
Enos, the truck driver: Quit. Quit now.
Annie: Quit? Why would I wanna quit?
Enos, the truck driver: Camp Crystal Lake is jinxed.
Annie: Oh, terrific. Not you, too! You sound like your crazy friend back there, Ralph.
Enos, the truck driver: Did Christy ever tell you 'bout the two kids murdered in '58? Boy drowning in '57? Buncha fires. Nobody knows who did any of 'em. In 1962, they was gonna open up... the water was bad. Christy'll end up just like his folks, crazy and broke. He's been up there a year fixin' up that place. He musta dropped 25 thousand dollars, and for what? Ask anybody, quit.
Annie: I can't.
Enos, the truck driver: Dumb kids. Know-it-alls. Just like my niece, heads fulla rocks.
Annie: You're an American Original.
Enos, the truck driver: [mocking] I'm an American Original. Dumb kid.
Annie: Oh, I'll be cooking for fifty kids and ten staff. The campers will mostly be like inner-city children.
Enos, the truck driver: I mean about what happened.
Annie: No.
Enos, the truck driver: [shakes head]
Annie: Come on, there's something you're not telling me.
Enos, the truck driver: Quit. Quit now.
Annie: Quit? Why would I wanna quit?
Enos, the truck driver: Camp Crystal Lake is jinxed.
Annie: Oh, terrific. Not you, too! You sound like your crazy friend back there, Ralph.
Enos, the truck driver: Did Christy ever tell you 'bout the two kids murdered in '58? Boy drowning in '57? Buncha fires. Nobody knows who did any of 'em. In 1962, they was gonna open up... the water was bad. Christy'll end up just like his folks, crazy and broke. He's been up there a year fixin' up that place. He musta dropped 25 thousand dollars, and for what? Ask anybody, quit.
Annie: I can't.
Enos, the truck driver: Dumb kids. Know-it-alls. Just like my niece, heads fulla rocks.
Annie: You're an American Original.
Enos, the truck driver: [mocking] I'm an American Original. Dumb kid.
Ned: [Shoots arrow at target after Brenda sets it up] Ta-Da!
Brenda: Are you crazy?
Ned: Wanna see my trick shot? It's even better.
Brenda: I don't believe you!
Ned: [Imitating Humphrey Bogart] You know, you're beautiful when you're angry, sweetheart.
Brenda: [Sarcastically] Oh, yeah?
Ned: Yeah.
Brenda: Are you gonna help me or scare me to death? If you do that again, I'll tack you up to the wall to dry.
Ned: Yeah! I love that sexy talk.
Brenda: Are you crazy?
Ned: Wanna see my trick shot? It's even better.
Brenda: I don't believe you!
Ned: [Imitating Humphrey Bogart] You know, you're beautiful when you're angry, sweetheart.
Brenda: [Sarcastically] Oh, yeah?
Ned: Yeah.
Brenda: Are you gonna help me or scare me to death? If you do that again, I'll tack you up to the wall to dry.
Ned: Yeah! I love that sexy talk.
Tierney: It's not bad enough to have Friday the 13th, we've gotta have a full moon too. We keep statistics. We have more accidents, more rapes, more robberies, more homicides, more of everything when there's a full moon. It upsets people. Makes them nuts.
Steve Christy: You're making a science out of coincidence.
Steve Christy: You're making a science out of coincidence.
Lawrence: I got business I gotta do this weekend.
Chelsea: What business?
Lawrence: Music. I'm trying to start a label.
Chelsea: Oh, yeah? Like what kind? Like rap?
Lawrence: Why you gotta go racial? Look, don't put me in a box, all right? What, because I'm black I can't listen to Green Day?
Chelsea: You're right, that was dumb. So, what kind of music?
Lawrence: Rap.
Chelsea: What business?
Lawrence: Music. I'm trying to start a label.
Chelsea: Oh, yeah? Like what kind? Like rap?
Lawrence: Why you gotta go racial? Look, don't put me in a box, all right? What, because I'm black I can't listen to Green Day?
Chelsea: You're right, that was dumb. So, what kind of music?
Lawrence: Rap.
Alice: Bill? Steve wants to know if we need more paint.
Bill: Paint's all right. Need more thinner.
Alice: Okay.
Bill: Alice. Did the others show up?
Alice: Yeah, everybody except that girl Annie.
Bill: Think you're gonna last all summer?
Alice: I don't know if i'm gonna last all week.
Alice: I'll tell Steve about the thinner.
Bill: Fine.
Bill: Paint's all right. Need more thinner.
Alice: Okay.
Bill: Alice. Did the others show up?
Alice: Yeah, everybody except that girl Annie.
Bill: Think you're gonna last all summer?
Alice: I don't know if i'm gonna last all week.
Alice: I'll tell Steve about the thinner.
Bill: Fine.
[while playing strip Monopoly]
Alice: Baltic Avenue.
Bill: No one ever lands on Baltic Avenue.
Alice: I think it's a pretty color. I'll buy it.
[Bill rolls and lands on Baltic Avenue]
Alice: Ha. Baltic Avenue. You owe me one boot.
Brenda: Alice draws first blood.
Bill: That's a terrible way to talk about my feet.
Alice: Baltic Avenue.
Bill: No one ever lands on Baltic Avenue.
Alice: I think it's a pretty color. I'll buy it.
[Bill rolls and lands on Baltic Avenue]
Alice: Ha. Baltic Avenue. You owe me one boot.
Brenda: Alice draws first blood.
Bill: That's a terrible way to talk about my feet.
Enos, the truck driver: All the girls up there gonna look as good as you?
Annie: I don't know.
Crazy Ralph: You're going to Camp Blood, ain't ya?
Enos, the truck driver: Goddammit, Ralph, get outta here! Go on, get! Leave people alone!
Crazy Ralph: You'll never come back again.
Enos, the truck driver: Oh, shut up, Ralph.
Crazy Ralph: It's got a death curse!
Annie: I don't know.
Crazy Ralph: You're going to Camp Blood, ain't ya?
Enos, the truck driver: Goddammit, Ralph, get outta here! Go on, get! Leave people alone!
Crazy Ralph: You'll never come back again.
Enos, the truck driver: Oh, shut up, Ralph.
Crazy Ralph: It's got a death curse!
Jack: It's gonna storm! It's gonna tear down that valley like a son of gun!
Marcie: I've been afraid of storms ever since I was a little kid.
Jack: No really!
Marcie: Yeah I had this dream about five or six times when I'm in a thunderstorm. And it's raining really hard, it sounds like pebbles when it hits the ground. I can hear it! I try to block out the sound with my hands only it doesn't work, the sound keeps getting louder and louder. And then the rain turns to blood, and it washes away in little rivers, and then the sound stops.
Jack: It was just a dream!
Marcie: I know! I call it my shower dream.
Marcie: I've been afraid of storms ever since I was a little kid.
Jack: No really!
Marcie: Yeah I had this dream about five or six times when I'm in a thunderstorm. And it's raining really hard, it sounds like pebbles when it hits the ground. I can hear it! I try to block out the sound with my hands only it doesn't work, the sound keeps getting louder and louder. And then the rain turns to blood, and it washes away in little rivers, and then the sound stops.
Jack: It was just a dream!
Marcie: I know! I call it my shower dream.
Trent: Hey, Lawrence, how about a little help?
Lawrence: Dude, that's not a good look for you, man. You ask the one black guy to pump the gas for you? Shit.
Trent: Okay. Nolan. How about I pay, you pump?
Nolan: Sure, man. Hey, I give a wicked blow job too.
Trent: Okay, well, um, we'll try that out later.
Lawrence: Dude, that's not a good look for you, man. You ask the one black guy to pump the gas for you? Shit.
Trent: Okay. Nolan. How about I pay, you pump?
Nolan: Sure, man. Hey, I give a wicked blow job too.
Trent: Okay, well, um, we'll try that out later.
[first lines]
Pamela Voorhees: Come here. Come here now.
Camp Counselor: No.
Pamela Voorhees: You're the last one. I've killed all the others. It'll be easier for you than it was for Jason.
Camp Counselor: Why are you doing this?
Pamela Voorhees: You need to be punished for what you did to him.
Camp Counselor: I didn't do anything.
Pamela Voorhees: You let him drown. Jason was my son.
Camp Counselor: I didn't do anything. No. No. No. Please.
Pamela Voorhees: You should have been watching him. Every minute.
[Camp Counselor decapitates Pamela. Young Jason approaches the body, picks up a photo-locket]
Pamela Voorhees: Jason. My special, special boy. They must be punished, Jason. For what they did to you. For what they did to me.
Pamela Voorhees: [Young Jason picks up the machete, walks away] Kill for mother.
Pamela Voorhees: Come here. Come here now.
Camp Counselor: No.
Pamela Voorhees: You're the last one. I've killed all the others. It'll be easier for you than it was for Jason.
Camp Counselor: Why are you doing this?
Pamela Voorhees: You need to be punished for what you did to him.
Camp Counselor: I didn't do anything.
Pamela Voorhees: You let him drown. Jason was my son.
Camp Counselor: I didn't do anything. No. No. No. Please.
Pamela Voorhees: You should have been watching him. Every minute.
[Camp Counselor decapitates Pamela. Young Jason approaches the body, picks up a photo-locket]
Pamela Voorhees: Jason. My special, special boy. They must be punished, Jason. For what they did to you. For what they did to me.
Pamela Voorhees: [Young Jason picks up the machete, walks away] Kill for mother.
