Shit... What? Oh, shit. Where are they? Where are they? I don't know, Billy, but I'm...

Stu: Shit... Billy: What? Stu: Oh, shit. Billy: [They go into the kitchen to find Sidney and Mr. Prescott gone] Where are they? Where are they? Stu: I don't know, Billy, but I'm hurtin', man! [the phone rings] Stu: Should I let the machine get it? Billy: [answers it] Hello? Sidney Prescott: Are you alone in the house? Billy: Bitch! You bitch, where the fuck are you? Sidney Prescott: Not so fast, we're going to play a little game. It's called: Guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass! [Stu is slowly collapsing to the floor] Billy: Find her, you dipshit! Get up! Stu: I can't, Billy. You already cut me too deep. I think I'm dying here, man! [Billy gives Stu the phone] Billy: [whispers] Talk to her. Talk to her. Stu: Hello? Sidney Prescott: Ah, Stu, Stu, Stu... What's your motive? Billy's got one. The police are on their way. What are you going to tell them? Stu: Peer pressure. I'm far too sensitive. [Billy takes the phone back] Billy: I'm going to rip you up, bitch, just like your fucking mother! Sidney Prescott: You've gotta find me first, you pansy-ass momma's boy! Billy: Fuck! [He accidentally hits Stu with the phone] Stu: Ow! You fuckin' hit me with the phone, dick!

Where are they? Where are they? [ Coughs ] I don't know, but I'm hurtin', man. [ Phone Ringing ] Fuck! Should I let the machine get it? [ Ringing Continues ] Hello? [ Male Voice ] Are you alone in the house? Bitch! You bitch! Where the fuck are you? Not so fast. We're gonna play a little game. It's called— [ Sidney ] "Guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass." Find her, you dipshit! Get up! I can't, Billy. You cut me too deep. I think I'm dying here, man. [ Weeping ] Talk to her. Talk to her. Hello? Oh, Stu, Stu, Stu. What's your motive? Billy's got one. The police are on their way. What are you gonna tell them? Peer pressure. I'm far too sensitive. I'm gonna rip you up, you bitch,just like your fucking mother! You've gotta find me first, you pansy-assed mama's boy! Fuck! Ow. You fuckin' hit me with the phone, dick! Fucker, where are you? [ Yelling ] [ Fabric Tearing ] You fuck! [ Roars ] [ Crashing ] Did you really call the police? You bet your sorry ass I did. My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me. [ Yells ] Bitch! [ Whimpering ] [ Clattering ] [ Whimpering, Screaming ] [ Whimpering ] [ Groans ]