Max LaferriereQuotes

Tara: [Removes the knife from Ethan's mouth and cries at peace as Ethan falls to the ground] Now die a fucking virgin!

Samantha: [taunting a stunned Quinn; Quinn becomes enraged and desperately tries to charge at Sam, only for Sam to fire her gun and fatally shoot Quinn in the head as Detective Bailey looks on in horror; Tries to fire one more bullet on Bailey, but the gun is empty] Looks like you're down another brother. Always gotta shoot them in the head. Oh, fuck!

Ghostface: Hello, Detective Bailey. I’ve got one question for you.

Detective Wayne Bailey: Oh, yeah? What's that?

Ghostface: What’s your favorite scary movie?

Detective Wayne Bailey: [chuckles] Favorite scary movie.

Ghostface: I’m asking, because you’re in one now. You’re in my movie.

Detective Wayne Bailey: I see you've put on your true face, huh? Your birthright. Poetic that you're gonna die in it.

Ghostface: This is what you wanted, isn’t it?

Detective Wayne Bailey: Now you know the truth, huh? Murder's in your blood! Stop fucking around and SHOW YOURSELF!

Ghostface: Be careful what you wish for.

Detective Wayne Bailey: I'm a fucking police officer! How do you think this is going to go, Sam? Who do you think they're gonna believe, huh?!

Ghostface: Probably the one who’s still alive.

Detective Wayne Bailey: No! NO!!

Samantha: My father was a murderer. No matter what you think, I'm better than that.

Detective Wayne Bailey: [becomes relieved, thinking that Sam is gonna spare him] Thank you. Thank you.

Samantha: But you did fuck with our family, so...

Gale's boyfriend: [Answers the phone; To Gale] That'll be our food. Hello? Not the food, it's for you.

Gale Weathers: Who is it?

Gale's boyfriend: [To Gale] May I ask who's calling, please? He says it's the killer.

Gale Weathers: Hello?

Ghostface: Hello, Gale. Strange that you and I have never spoken on the phone. This is long overdue.

Gale Weathers: [To her boyfriend] I agree. Call the police.

Ghostface: I figured, after all these years, you’d want an interview.

Gale Weathers: You figured right. So, what's your motive this time? You angry at the movies or are you just trying to stay relevant?

Ghostface: I could ask you the same. Don’t you know? The legacy characters are disposable now. No one cares about last century’s heroes.

Gale Weathers: Why bother with me at all?

Ghostface: Call it nostalgia. Or maybe you deserve to be punished for all that money you made off the misery of others. Maybe it’s time someone made a buck reporting your death.

Gale Weathers: You know you're, like, the tenth guy to try this, right? And spoiler alert, it never works out for the dipshit in a mask.

Ghostface: Oh, but they certainly leave a mark before they go, don’t they? Richie and Amber managed to butcher Dewey, carved him up like a Christmas goose. How does it feel to lose the only man who ever loved you?

Gale Weathers: [struggling to stay cool upon hearing Ghostface's words] Fuck you!

Ghostface: How does it feel to know that you weren’t there for him at the end? Not there to give him comfort, ‘cause he died screaming in his own guts.

Gale Weathers: [tearful] You're the one who's gonna die screaming.

Ghostface: Maybe, but you won’t be around to see it. You couldn’t stop what happened to Dewey, just like you’re not gonna be able to stop this.

Gale Weathers: How's that for nostalgia, fucker?!

Ghostface: You missed.

Gale Weathers: Sure I did.

Ghostface: [speaking quickly] You win. I’m in the elevator, heading for the ground floor.

Gale Weathers: [Fires two shots] Sure you are.

Ghostface: [sounding wounded; Speaks normally] Maybe...you did hit me. Maybe I’m wounded. Or maybe I’m wearing a bulletproof vest.

Gale Weathers: That's why I'm gonna shoot you in the fucking head!

Ghostface: You would’ve made a good killer, Gale. Sidney never would've made sense, and Dewey was the fan favorite. But you cracking under the pressure and turning into Ghostface would’ve been a great twist.

Gale Weathers: Keep talking, asshole.

Ghostface: [chuckles] Sure. What do you want to talk about? You never got to be the leading lady, did you? It was always all about poor, sweet Sidney sucking up all the oxygen. Where did that leave you to be?

Gale Weathers: The brains and the sex appeal?

Ghostface: Sorry about your boyfriend. All those muscles didn’t help much.

Gale Weathers: [Ghostface resumes chuckling] They sure didn't. Can you hold, please?

Ghostface: [stops chuckling] Huh?

Samantha Carpenter: You're gonna die, you know.

Ghostface: No, you’re gonna die, Samantha, choking on your own blood when I hack up your sister.

Samantha Carpenter: Unless we find you first.

Ghostface: [hangs up] For a mastermind, you’re not very bright. Waiting for me to call, desperately hoping I’m nearby so the police can grab me? But I’m not nearby. I’m a step ahead. Be seeing you, Samantha.

Tara Carpenter: What the fuck?

Samantha Carpenter: I never deleted his contact. It's coming from his number.

Tara Carpenter: [Sam chooses to answer the call] Don't pick that up. Just let it ring. Sam...

Samantha Carpenter: Who is this?

Ghostface: Hello, Samantha. Did you miss me?

Samantha Carpenter: I want you to think long and hard about whether you really want to do this, because the last two people that fucked with us ended up dead.

Ghostface: You should be thanking me, Sam. Jason and Greg were gonna kill you and your sister. I gutted them before they had the chance.

Samantha Carpenter: So, what? You're protecting us now?

Ghostface: Not quite. I’m going to show the world who you really are, a liar and a killer. I’m going to punish you, Sam.

Samantha Carpenter: You shouldn't believe everything you read on the Internet, asshole.

Ghostface: Don’t be cute. You’re gonna pay for what you did. And I’m not gonna stop until I butcher you, you and anyone who gets between us! You and Tara better watch your backs.

Samantha Carpenter: You better watch yours.

Jason Carvey: I'm sorry, okay? I just got massive blue balls, and I had to practice. Please don't be mad. How mad are you?

Ghostface: Oh...I'm not mad, Jason.

Jason Carvey: Dude, you said we wouldn't use the voice on each other.

Ghostface: We said a lot of things.

Jason Carvey: This is...Greg, right?

Ghostface: [chuckles] Who else would it be?

Jason Carvey: Where are you? I want to tell you about it. Oh, by the way, we should go to that frat party. Tara's going.

Ghostface: What was it like?

Jason Carvey: Not on the phone, man. And, seriously, turn off the fucking voice modulator.

Ghostface: I'm just trying to get the voice right. You got to have your practice, I get mine.

Jason Carvey: Whatever.

Ghostface: Just tell me what it felt like. Then maybe I'll come out.

Jason Carvey: Dude, I know you're not here.

Ghostface: Humor me.

Jason Carvey: [chuckles] All right, fine. It was even better than we ever could've imagined. When the knife went in here, it's like she wasn't human anymore, just an animal. And every time it went in, she was...less and less human. And then, she was...just meat.

Ghostface: But she wasn't just meat, Jason. She was a person, our film professor.

Jason Carvey: Yeah, well...fuck her. She gave me a C-minus on my Giallo paper.

Ghostface: Is that why you killed her? Because of the C-minus? Who's next here? The grade school vice principal?

Jason Carvey: You know who's next. Why are you being like this?

Ghostface: Come on, Jason. How long have we known each other?

Jason Carvey: You tell me.

Ghostface: Eight years. We met in Junior High, in Atlanta. I just want you to tell me why you think you're doing this, in your words.

Jason Carvey: We're finishing Richie's film.

Ghostface: That's right. By killing Sam and Tara.

Jason Carvey: Why are you fucking with me? Why won't you tell me where you are?

Ghostface: [beat] Why do you keep asking me that? I already told you. I'm here. Let's play a game. Do you know Warm or Colder? Come on. Find me, and then we'll go and cut up the Carpenter sisters.

Jason Carvey: [flips the bird at a camera] Are you using the fucking cameras?

Ghostface: Yeah, the cameras. And at that moment, you're very, very cold.

Jason Carvey: All right, douchebag. Let's play.

Ghostface: [Jason walks away from the bedroom; Jason approaches a closet] Cold. Heating up. Warmer. Warmer.

Jason Carvey: All right, you know what? This is stupid. I'm gonna hang up now.

Ghostface: [Jason approaches the kitchen, and starts to walk away from it; Jason notices the fridge and slowly starts walking towards it; Jason prepares to open the fridge] But you're getting warmer. Colder. Warmer. Warmer. You're on fire!

Jason Carvey: [shocked] Fuck!

Ghostface: [Stabs him multiple times in the stomach] Do you feel like an animal, Jason? Like meat?

Jason Carvey: [falls to his knees] But...we have to finish the movie.

Ghostface: [Stabs Jason one more time, killing him] Who gives a fuck about movies?!

Jason Carvey: Okay, I think I'm on Hudson. Um, what color's the outside of the restaurant?

Laura Crane: I think it's red.

Jason Carvey: I don't see anything red.

Laura Crane: I, um, I could be wrong. Let me just, um, let me go and have a little look see.

Jason Carvey: Okay. Thank you.

Laura Crane: Hang on. Yep, it's definitely red.

Jason Carvey: Yeah, I don't see anything red here.

Laura Crane: You sure you're on Hudson?

Jason Carvey: Uh...oh, crap. I'm still a block over. Oh, it looks like there's an alley I can cut through. Is the restaurant near an alley?

Laura Crane: [notices a nearby alley] Um... Yes, yes, there is an alley.

Jason Carvey: Oh, perfect. Okay. I'm coming down the alley.

Laura Crane: I don't see you.

Jason Carvey: [Laura crosses the road and walks into the alley] Wait, really? Are you sure? Uh, there's some dumpsters about halfway down.

Laura Crane: I see them, but I don't see you.

Jason Carvey: Yeah, I don't see you either. This is...creepy, right?

Laura Crane: Uh, a little bit.

Jason Carvey: [chuckles] 20th century slashers, huh?

Laura Crane: Yeah. Are you sure you're walking towards Hudson?

Jason Carvey: I'm sure. Oh, wait! I think I see you. Can you wave?

Laura Crane: [waves] Can you see me?

Jason Carvey: Uh, the person I'm looking at isn't waving. They're just staring at me.

Laura Crane: Are you sure?

Jason Carvey: Okay, this is weird. Uh...now they're moving towards me.

Laura Crane: Are you okay?

Jason Carvey: Oh, shit. He's following me.

Laura Crane: [walks straight into the alley] I don't see anybody.

Jason Carvey: Oh, shit! He's after me!

Laura Crane: Where are you?

Jason Carvey: He's got a knife! He's got a knife!

Laura Crane: What? What?

Jason Carvey: And that isn't the worst part! The worst part is...

Ghostface: ...you teach a class about slashers, and you still walked into a dark alley...alone.

Laura Crane: That's not funny.

Ghostface: [Long beat] Ha. No. It’s not.

Ghostface: Now I see something red!