It's Rod Lane, bringing Lantz down, just three yards from the goal line! What a brilliant...

Rod Lane: [after tackling Glen on the lawn] It's Rod Lane, bringing Lantz down, just three yards from the goal line! What a brilliant tackle and the crowd goes wild! Tina Gray: What the hell are you doing here? Rod Lane: Came to make up. No big deal. Your mom home? Tina Gray: Of course. [looking at the tool Rod used to make the screeching noise] Tina Gray: Oh, what's that? Rod Lane: Intense, huh? [slowly reveals it and imitates a screeching noise] Rod Lane: So what's going on here? An orgy or somethin'? Glen Lantz: Maybe your funeral, dickhead. [Rod pulls out a switchblade and holds it up to Glen's face] Nancy Thompson: [closing Rod's switchblade and returning it] It's just a sleepover, Rod. Tina and me. Glen was just leaving. Rod Lane: [to Tina, smirking] Did you see his face? Glen Lantz: [mimicking Rod] "Did you see his face?"

It's Rod Lane bringing Lantz down just three yards from the goal line! What a brilliant tackle, and the fans go wild. - What the hell are you doing here? - Came to make up. No big deal. - Your mom home? - Course. - Oh, what's that? - Intense, huh? So, what's going on here, an orgy or something? Maybe a funeral, dickhead. It's just a sleepover date, Rod. Tina and me. Glen was just leaving. - You see his face? - "You see his face?" Your mom ain't home, is she? Me and Tina got stuff to discuss. Rod. We got her mother's bed. You guys got the rest. I think we should get out of here. Hey, you guys are gonna hang around, right? I mean, don't leave me alone with this lunatic. Please, Nancy?