Neve CampbellQuotes

Suzie Toller: Sure took you guys long enough to get here. What if someone was trying to strangle me, or... fuck me up the ass or something?

Suzie Toller: No little bitch could ever make me cum.

Bonnie: The almanac says today will bring an arrival or something.

Nancy: So, hot stuff, how did it go?

Sarah: How did what go?

Nancy: Your date with Chris.

Rochelle: Chris already told everybody.

Sarah: [confused] Told everybody what?

Bonnie: That you guys did it.

Sarah: But we didn't... do it.

Nancy: Well then he was just trying to save face then, because he's going around the whole school saying that you were the lousiest lay he's ever had, and coming from him, that's pretty bad.

Sarah: [looking over to the other girls in the classroom who are giggling] No, he didn't.

Nancy: He did.

Rochelle: He said the same stuff about Nancy.

Nancy: Told you he was a jerk.

Nancy: [noticing Sarah's cuts] What's up with this?

Sarah: [embarrassed] I slit my wrists.

Bonnie: What you'd do with it?

Sarah: A-a kitchen knife.

Bonnie: [surprised] You even did it the right way.

Sarah: [not sure of what to say] Yeah...

Nancy: [reassuring her] Punk rock! Let's go.

Rochelle: [to Bonnie] The right way"? How do you know the right way?

Bonnie: [defensive] Shut up, Rochelle.

Rochelle: Well how you do know?

Nancy: He comes on to anything with tits, Sarah.

Bonnie: Except me.

Sarah: I'm not watching him.

Nancy: [uncomfortably; mockingly cheers on Chris on the field] He spreads disease. I speak from personal experience. Run, Chris! Go long! Go for the pass, baby!

Nancy: [to Sarah] He's a jerk.

Rochelle: [[w:Connie Francis|Connie Francis] All these songs are by ].

Grace: Yeah, isn't that great? Since I was a little girl, I've always wanted in life a jukebox that played nothing but Connie Francis records.

Bonnie: That's great.

Rochelle: Who's Connie Francis?

Grace: Who's Connie Francis? Honey, listen and learn! Connie Francis!

Ellen Rash: Yeah, but you're not even supposed to get that far, you're supposed to have that thing in your head that goes off and says, bad FUCKING idea, Bobby!

Bobby Kalzone: I have that thing! I have that thing. It just didn't go off.

Ellen Rash: [pause] Yeah, well, I'm pregnant.

Bobby Kalzone: What? You're pregnant? That's great!

Ellen Rash: Uh huh! I thought so too, till a moment ago. I can't believe you killed someone!

Bobby Kalzone: Where ya goin?

Ellen Rash: Home!

Bobby Kalzone: [quietly] We need milk.

Bobby Kalzone: [after Ellen slaps him after explaining what he did] What you do that for?

Ellen Rash: [outraged] You killed Mona Dearly!

Bobby Kalzone: [chastened] I know.

Ellen Rash: BUT WHY?!

Bobby Kalzone: Because I thought I was killing Jeff!

Ellen Rash: Bobby, my dad is the chief of police!

Bobby Kalzone: I know, but I wasn't gonna go through with it.

Ellen Rash: It doesn't matter; you killed someone!

Bobby Kalzone: I know, but I was doing it for us. Jeff was killing the business, and Mona wasn't gonna let me out of the partnership, so - Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Ellen Rash: A good idea at the time? Cut the grass at 6:00, lay sod at 7:00, DROWN THE DEARLYS AT 8:00'!

Bobby Kalzone: Mona Dearly's dead.

Ellen Rash: What?

Bobby Kalzone: She's dead- It was just a- car accident.

Ellen Rash: You gotta be kiddin me. Well- We gotta celebrate!

Bobby Kalzone: Jesus, God, Ellie she's a human being. Have a little respect.

Ellen Rash: I don't gotta have respect for no one in that family. Think how they treated you.

Bobby Kalzone: How did they treat me?

Ellen Rash: Badly, they're a houseful of freaks.

Roman Bridger: [shocked] I shot you!

Sidney Prescott: I guess we think alike.

Roman Bridger: [chuckles painfully] Mother's dead. And there's nothing you can do about that. I still got to make my movie.

Sidney Prescott: [completely unfazed at Roman's words] Stab 3, right?

Gale Weathers: Roman? It was Roman?!

Deputy Dewey Riley: Be careful, Sid. Randy said the killer's always superhuman.

Sidney Prescott: Yeah, well, he wasn't superhuman, Dewey. He wasn't superhuman at all.

Roman Bridger: Fuck! You can't fucking kill me!!

Sidney Prescott: Head! Head! HEAD, DEWEY!

Deputy Dewey Riley: [turns to Sidney.] What?!

Sidney Prescott: HEAD! Shoot him in the head!

Deputy Dewey Riley: Thanks.

Sidney Prescott: No problem.

Sidney Prescott: [Lifting up the killer's knife] Hey! Lose something?

Roman Bridger: [Shoots Sidney with Mark's gun, but she is wearing a bulletproof vest] Found something.

Sidney Prescott: Fine, you got what you wanted: hero and villain face-to-face. Well, you know what happens now? The villain dies!

Roman Bridger: [Brings out a captured John Milton] Exactly! But I'm not the villain, Sid. You are. Here he is, the man who gave away your mother's innocence. Huh? What he did to her made her a slut, didn't it? Huh? She never recovered from that night, right here in this room. They fucked her three ways from Sunday, ruined her life. Ruined yours, too, didn't it, Sid? You hate him, Sid? Come on, I know you do. I'm sure you do.

Sidney Prescott: I know who you are. I know what happened to my mother, and I want you to understand, I'm gonna make you pay!

Roman Bridger: [John mumbles] That's what the police are gonna find on Milton's answering machine, right next to his lifeless, mutilated corpse. What? Can't hear ya.

John Milton: [hurriedly; Roman chuckles in amusement and annoyance] You don't have to do this, Roman. Just tell me what you want. I can make it happen. Any picture. Name your budget. Script approval. Final cut!

Roman Bridger: I already have it.

Sidney Prescott: No! God! You spineless bastard!

Roman Bridger: [Starts having a breakdown] No, Sid, that would be you! You did it all. You did it! You killed them all, even your closest...friends. Living in total isolation, the pressure of another movie about you, the discovery that Milton destroyed Mommy dearest, you finally just SNAPPED! And who's our hero, huh? The sole survivor. Who's the one who bravely faced down the psychopath and killed her with her own knife?! You're gonna pay for the life you stole from me, Sid. For the mother, and for the family, and for the stardom, and... GODDAMN IT! EVERYTHING YOU HAVE THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN MINE!

Sidney Prescott: [annoyed] God, why don't stop your whining and get on with it? I've heard this shit before!

Roman Bridger: [struggling not to hear Sidney's words] STOP!

Sidney Prescott: Do you know why you kill people, Roman? Do you?

Roman Bridger: [pleading] I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!

Sidney Prescott: BECAUSE YOU CHOOSE TO! There is no one else to blame!

Roman Bridger: [smacks himself in the face] GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!

Sidney Prescott: Why don't you take some FUCKING responsibility?!

Roman Bridger: [finally snaps and charges at Sidney] FUCK YOU!!!

Sidney Prescott: FUCK YOU!

Maureen: Sid... Sid... come in here... please. It's just me, Sid. Oh, I was so pretty. Everybody loved me. Have you missed me, Sidney? Would you like to hold me one last time? What's the matter? What are you staring at? Don't you remember your-

Phone Voice: Mother?

Ghostface: [speaking in the Phone Voice; Reveals his bulletproof vest] You're not going anywhere, Sidney. It's time you came to terms with me and with Mother. Maybe you never knew her at all, Sidney. Maybe you just can't get past the surface of things.

Sidney Prescott: Who the hell are you?

Ghostface: The other half of you. I searched for a mother, too, an actress named Rina Reynolds, tried to find her my whole life. And four years ago, I actually tracked her down, knocked at her door, thinking she'd welcome me with open arms. But she had a new life and a new name: Maureen Prescott! You were the only child she claimed, Sidney. She shut me out in the cold forever! Her own son.

Roman Bridger: [Uses voice changer] Roman Bridger, director.

Roman Bridger/Phone Voice: And brother.

Roman Bridger: She slammed the door in my face, Sid. She said I was "Rina's" child and Rina was dead... and then it struck me. What a good idea. So I watched her. I made a little movie, a little family film. Seems Maureen -"Mom"- she really got around. I mean, Cotton was one thing; everybody knew about that. But Billy's father - that was the key. Your boyfriend didn't like seeing his daddy in my film too much. He didn't like it at all. And once I supplied the motivation, all the kid needed was a few pointers. Have a partner to sell out in case you got caught, find someone to frame, it was like he was making a movie.

Sidney Prescott: You. This is all because of you.

Roman Bridger: I'm a director, Sidney. I direct.

Sidney Prescott: [softly and sarcastically; raising an eyebrow] Oh.

Roman Bridger: I had no idea they were gonna make a film of their own. What a film it turned out to be, huh? I mean, introducing Sidney the Victim, Sidney the Survivor, SIDNEY THE STAR!

Sidney Prescott: What?

Phone Voice: [Sidney picks up a metal detector; Sidney scans herself; Sidney scans her other leg, causing the detector to beep; She takes out a gun; She does so] You follow directions well, Sidney. Now, welcome to the final act. See that metal detector? Use it. All over, Sidney. Everywhere. Everywhere. The other leg, too. Show it to me. Throw it in the pool. Now, come inside, Sidney.

Sidney Prescott: No fucking way. How do I know they're not dead already?

Phone Voice: [Sidney sees Dewey and Gale tied up and walks over to them] They're right inside, waiting for you. Look for yourself. Now that we're all here, the party can begin.

Sidney Prescott: Hello?

Sidney Prescott: Hello?

Sidney Prescott: Who is this?

Sidney Prescott: Who is this?

Sidney Prescott: Um, who's calling?

Sidney Prescott: Um, who's calling?

Sidney Prescott: Gale, Dewey, whoever, call me back. I can only hear myself.

Phone Voice: I only hear you, too, Sidney.

Sidney Prescott: Who is this?

Phone Voice: The question isn't who I am. The question is: Who's with me?

Dewey: Sidney, stay away!

Gale: Sidney!

Phone Voice: Don't do it. If you do one thing to attract attention to yourself, one thing, I'll kill them both. Now, do you have somewhere we can be... alone?

Sidney Prescott: Yes.

Phone Voice: [Sidney goes into the staff room] Yeah. Go there. Oh, it's hard being friends with you, Sidney. When you're friends with Sidney, you die. Well, these friends don't have to, Sidney. It's up to you.

Sidney Prescott: How do I know their voices are...?

Phone Voice: [More yells are heard from Dewey and Gale] Are real? How do you know you're not hearing things? How do you know I'm not someone in your head? Somewhere, you know. Or do you?

Sidney Prescott: You're dead.

Phone Voice: I don't want them. I want you. It's simple. You show yourself, they survive. You run, they die! Don't you wanna know, Sidney, who killed her? Don't you wanna know who killed your mother?

Sidney Prescott: Where?

Phone Voice: She'd have been so happy, Sidney, to know we'd be together.

Sidney Prescott: Where?!

Phone Voice: I'll call you when you're on your way.

Sidney Prescott: California Women's Crisis Counseling. My name is Laura. How can I help you?

Female Voice: Oh, Laura. I do have a crisis.

Sidney Prescott: Okay, well, whatever it is, you can tell me.

Female Voice: Oh, my God! I've killed someone, Laura.

Sidney Prescott: Are you sure?

Female Voice: Uh-huh, I'm sure. I killed someone! I know it! Oh, my God. I did.

Sidney Prescott: Well, then, uh...then the people you need to call are the police.

Maureen: No, I need to call you! Just you.

Sidney Prescott: [confused] I'm sorry. Your...your voice...

Maureen: Don't you wanna know how you can help, Laura? Are you listening to me? Huh?

Sidney Prescott: Who is this?

Maureen: It's Mother, Laura. Now be a good girl and turn on the news. Do as Mother tells you.

Sidney Prescott: You're not my mother. How did you get this number? Who is this?

Maureen: You know your mother's voice when you hear it! Now turn on the news!

Phone Voice: Just one question. Do you think it's over, Sidney? Do you?!

Sidney Prescott: Hey, Detective. What's your favorite scary movie?

Sidney Prescott: Mine, too.

Sidney Prescott: You forgot the first rule of remakes, Jill: "Don't fuck with the original".

Sidney Prescott: 300 people watched. Nobody did anything. They thought it was a publicity, for Christ sakes.

Randy Meeks: [Speaking in an Australian accent humorously] And it would have been a good one, too.

Sidney Prescott: It's starting again, Randy.

Randy Meeks: 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.

Sidney Prescott: [persistent] Yeah, and you are in extreme denial.

Randy Meeks: You should be, too. This has nothing to do with us.

Sidney Prescott: [frantic] Randy! A guy in a ghost mask hacked up two people in a movie theater filming our life story.

Randy Meeks: Coincidence?

Sidney Prescott: You know what happened at Woodsboro, Randy. You can't ignore it.

Randy Meeks: [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?

Randy Meeks: HELLO, DEREK, how you doing?

Derek: [kisses Sidney] Hi, Sid, I heard you weren't in class.

Sidney Prescott: Yeah, I know. I skipped it because I couldn't take the "Death to her" looks.

Derek: Is there anything I could do?

Sidney Prescott: 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 Meeks: Oh, yeah, what is that?

Sidney Prescott: [smiles] That was pretty good.

Randy Meeks: Get a room.

Gale Weathers: [checking Mrs. Loomis' body.] Is she dead?

Sidney Prescott: I don't know. They always come back.

Cotton Weary: Whoa!

Sidney Prescott: Just in case.

Cotton Weary: Okay, okay, okay. Everybody slow down. I have had a very, very bad day, and I would like to know exactly what the fuck is going on here. Sidney?

Sidney Prescott: Cotton, meet Billy Loomis mother. She's the killer.

Cotton Weary: [Notices Mickey's body] What? Then who's that?

Sidney Prescott: The other killer, Mickey.

Cotton Weary: Okay.

Sidney Prescott: Look, Cotton...

Cotton Weary: [Speaks to Mrs. Loomis] Shut up. So...hi. You're, uh, not Debbie Salt, are you? You're not with the Post Telegraph.

Mrs. Loomis: No, but I can still help you, Cotton.

Cotton Weary: Ah-ah-ah.

Mrs. Loomis: [desperate; Yells in rage] You don't need her. Let me kill her! As long as she's alive, you're never going to be the lead story. That's what you really want, isn't it, Cotton? If you really wanna be in the spotlight, just let me kill her...right now. Then you're the only survivor. You're the star! SHE SENT YOU TO PRISON FOR A YEAR! Personally, I think it's rather poetic!

Sidney Prescott: No. No, Cotton, don't you listen to her.

Cotton Weary: Oh. Well...it's quite a predicament you're in, Sid.

Sidney Prescott: Cotton...

Cotton Weary: [chuckles] I mean, she makes a good point. Let me think about this. Maybe you should, too. Bet you that Diane Sawyer interview's looking real good right about now.

Sidney Prescott: Consider it done.

Cotton Weary: Wow. That...was intense.

Mrs. Loomis: Two birds, one stone. Oh, Mickey was a good boy, but, my God, that whole "blame the movies" motive. Did you buy that for one second? Poor boy was completely out of his mind.

Sidney Prescott: And you're not?

Mrs. Loomis: No. I'm very sane. My motive isn't as 90s as Mickey's. Mine is just good, old-fashioned revenge. You killed my son. And now I kill you. And I can't think of anything more rational.

Sidney Prescott: You're never going to get away with this.

Mrs. Loomis: Of course I will. Everything's traceable back to Mickey, including the cop gun he used to kill everybody. But let's just suppose that you had gotten hold of the other cop's gun, and you chased Mickey, and there was a big shootout and a big scuffle, and you shot Mickey, killed Mickey dead, but not before he got off one shot at you. Okay. So, have I covered everything? Are there any questions, any comments? You know what, though? Who gives a flying fuck, anyway?! Let them try and track down the second possible killer! Debbie Salt doesn't exist.

Sidney Prescott: You're as crazy as your son was.

Mrs. Loomis: [angered] What did you just say? Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy?

Sidney Prescott: [sarcastically] No, Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect. You did a bang-up job, Mrs. Loomis.

Mrs. Loomis: It's not wise to patronize a woman with a gun, Sidney. Randy spoke poorly of Billy, and I got a little knife-happy. I was a good mother. You know what makes me sick? I'm sick to death of people saying that it's all the parents fault, that it all starts with the family. You wanna blame someone? Why don't you blame your mother?! She's the one who stole my husband and broke up my family! And then you took my son. You don't know what it is to be a mother, to raise a child, and teach him, and guide him...

Sidney Prescott: [annoyed; Mrs. Loomis stops ranting, shocked at what Sidney just said] And abandon him?! Isn't Mickey supposed to be dead?

Derek: Oh, thank God, Sidney, I thought I was gonna be up there until opening night.

Sidney Prescott: I'm gonna get you out of here. Derek, he killed Hallie.

Derek: What are you talking about?

Sidney Prescott: The killer! He's here!

Derek: Where?

Ghostface: [speaking in the Phone Voice; The voice suddenly changes to Mickey's voice] Right here. You're fast, Sid. I wouldn't do that if I were you. You really wanna trust your boyfriend? Don't you know history repeats itself? Hm? Sid?

Mickey/Phone Voice: Surprise, Sidney!

Sidney Prescott: Hello?

Phone Voice: Hello, Sidney. Remember me?

Sidney Prescott: What do you want?

Phone Voice: I want you. It's showtime.

Sidney Prescott: So, why don't you show your face, you fucking coward?

Phone Voice: [Ghostface reveals himself] My pleasure.

Gale Weathers: Hello, Sidney.

Gale Weathers: How are you?

Sidney Prescott: Hi... What do you want, Gale?

Gale Weathers: Well, I was hoping I might get just a few words with you.

Sidney Prescott: Cotton.

Cotton Weary: Hi, Sidney.

Gale Weathers: [reporting] Here we are at Windsor College, where Sidney Prescott has just been reunited with Cotton Weary for the first time, since she wrongly accused him of murdering her mother."---

Sidney Prescott: [interrupts her interview] What the hell are you doing?

Gale Weathers: [continues her interview] We want to know how you feel? Tell us everything that's happened, looking back on the last two years?

Cotton Weary: Uh Sidney, I'd just like to say that I forgive and forget. And just like you, I'd like to get back on with my own life.

Gale Weathers: [reporting] Do you have any comments?

Sidney Prescott: [lunging at Gale] You... bitch!---

Gale Weathers: Ah-ah.

Derek Feldman: [stops Sidney and calms her down] Whoa, Hey, hey, hey hey, Deep breaths, Lot of deep breaths.

Gale Weathers: [Sidney turns around and punches Gale in the face] Oh Sidney, share with us, please!---

Sidney Prescott: [lunges at Gale] I'll share with you!

Derek Feldman: Okay, okay, okay.

Hallie McDaniel: [to Joel] Did you get that on film?

Joel: [mocks Hallie while recording] Yes, I got that on film"!

Sidney Prescott: Whatever his link is to our past, it's pulled us all back here. And I won't sleep until he's in the ground.

Sidney Prescott: I've been through this. A lot. This is your life, now, which means that whoever this is is going to keep coming for you.