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Having revived from his wound, Jason Voorhees; now donning a new appearance, refuges at a cabin near Crystal Lake. As a group of co-eds reside there for their vacation, Jason continues his spree.
Andy: God dammit, Shelly, why do you always have to be such an asshole? Shelly: Sorry, and I'm not an asshole, I'm an actor. Andy: Same thing.
Chuck: How come you never scream when we have sex? Chili: Give me something to scream about.
Andy: How do we do it? Debbie: Well, first we take our clothes off, and then you get on top of me or I can get on top of you. Andy: I know how to do it, I mean, how do we do it in a hammock? Debbie: [Undressing] Well, uh, I think you can figure something out. Andy: I'll think of something!
Vera Sanchez: [sees Jason now wearing a goalie mask] Who are you? [Jason points a speargun at her] Vera Sanchez: What are you doing? [Jason is still pointing the speargun at her] Vera Sanchez: Hey cut that out, that's not funny! [Jason shoots Vera in her left eye with the speargun. She falls dead into the water. Jason casually drops the spent speargun to the ground and walks off]
Chris Higgins: Shelly, why aren't you at the lake with everybody else? Shelly: Oh, they said they were going skinny-dipping. I'm not skinny enough.
Vera Sanchez: Look, I'm gonna go outside for a few minutes and then when I get back in we'll talk. Shelly: Yeah, sure. We'll talk... Bitch.
Chris Higgins: [to Jason] No! You *can't* be alive!
Shelly: [Shelly has accidentally reversed into and knocked over the gang's motorcycles with Rick's car] Oh, shit. Vera Sanchez: "Oh, shit" is right! Let's get outta here!
Shelly: Would you be yourself, if you looked like this?
Ali: [Finished syphoning Chris' van] Take this to the barn, and start pourin' and, find Fox. Fox: Whhhoooo! [Swinging on a rope, at the barn] Loco: What the hell you doin'? Get off that thing! Fox: [Continues swinging] Whooo! This feels gooooood! [laughs] Loco: Ali is gonna be pissed if he sees you screwing around. C'mon, we got shit to do. Loco: [looks back up and sees that Fox as disappeared] What the hell? Loco: [Enters barn] Fox? Where are ya? Stop screwin' around! You're messin' everything up! You're dead now, woman. Fox? [Loco turns around and sees Fox's corpse hanging onto the rafter with a pitchfork. Then, Jason approaches Loco with a pitchfork, and impails it in Loco's abdomen] Fox: Fox? Loco? Open, the damn door! Fox! [Ali enters barn] Ali: [the barn is silent, and not getting answers] What the hell you guys doin' up there? [Still no answer] Ali: Hear me talkin' to you? Ali: [Loco's corpse falls onto Ali] FOOOOOOOOXXXXX! [Ali sees Jason, jumping off a rafter] Ali: [picks up a machete] When I find you, you bastard, you're a dead man! [Jason approaches Ali] Ali: Shit! [Ali swings the machete at Jason's head, but Jason duckes, and bludgeones Ali with a wrench]
Ali: You son of a bitch! Come back here you bastards! You ain't getting away with this, God dammit!
Shelly: Is that all you're gonna do this weekend? Smoke dope?
Debbie: Hey, the van's on fire!
Mrs. Sanchez: Yes? Chris Higgins: Hi, Mrs. Sanchez. I'm Chris. We've come to pick up Vera. Mrs. Sanchez: She is not going! [We hear people arguing] Chris Higgins: What are they saying? Debbie: I don't know. I flunked Spanish. [Vera comes outside, happily] Vera Sanchez: Hi, everybody. What are you looking at?
Chris Higgins: This was my bedroom. It's yours for the weekend. Debbie: Great. [Chris looks outside the window and sees that the door of the barn is moving] Debbie: Chris? I don't mean to be picky or anything, but where's the bed? [Chris is still worried] Debbie: Chris? Chris Higgins: Oh. It's right here [Chris shows the hammock to Debbie] Debbie: What's this? Chris Higgins: It's your bed. Debbie: A hammock? Chris Higgins: You might like it. [Chris leaves the room] Debbie: Why not? [Andy comes in] Andy: Where's the bed?
Chris Higgins: [Vera and her mother are arguing] What are they saying? Debbie: Don't ask me, I flunked Spanish.