Stu's flipped out! He's gone mad!
Billy Loomis [eerily whispering]
We all go a little mad sometimes. [points gun at Randy]
Oh, ****! [gets shot, and screams in pain. Sydney runs to Randy who moans in pain.]
Billy Loomis Anthony Perkins, Psycho. [tastes the fake blood] Mmm. Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pigs' blood in Carrie.
[Sydney shakes her head in shock, turns, and runs into Stu] [scared]
Stu. Help me, please.
[changes his voice with the voice changer: evilly]
Surprise, Sidney.
[pushes Stu away, trying to flee]
Unh!
Billy Loomis [stops Sidney with gun]
Whoa, now. Whoa. [Stu throws the voice changer to Billy] What's the matter, Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.
It's all part of a game, Sidney.
Billy Loomis It's called "Guess how I'm gonna to die?"!
Billy Loomis No, no, no, no, no. We already played that game, remember? You lost.
It's a fun game, Sidney. See, we ask you a question, and if you get it wrong, boo-kah! You die!
Billy Loomis You get it right, you die.
You're crazy, both of you.
Actually, we prefer the term "psychotic."
You'll never get away with this.
Billy Loomis Oh, no? Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy he was to frame.
Watch a few movies, take a few notes. It was fun.
Whoa! Where're you goin'?
Why? Why did you kill my mother?
Billy Loomis Why? Why? Did you hear that, Stu? I think she wants a motive. Well, I don't really believe in motive, Sid. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?
Billy Loomis Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don't think so! See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid. We did your mom a favor, Sid. That woman was a slut-bag whore...who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something.
Yeah, we put her out of her misery, 'cause let's face it, Sidney...your mother was no Sharon Stone, hmm?
Billy Loomis Is that motive enough for you? [Sydney doesn't answer] Well, how about this? Your slut mother was **** my father...and she's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me. How's that for a motive? Maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior. It certainly **** you up. It made you have sex with a psychopath.
[phone rings a fifth time] [picks up phone annoyed]
Listen, asshole!
No, you listen, you little bitch! You hang up on me again, I'll gut you like a fish, understand?! [chuckles] Yeah.
Is this some kind of joke?
More of a game, really. Can you handle that, Blondie? [Casey rushes to lock two doors, looks out the front door] Can you see me?
Listen. I am two seconds away from calling the police.
They'd never make it in time. We're out in the middle of nowhere.
To see what your insides look like. [Casey begins crying, hangs up phone]
Billy Loomis [after Sydney disappears]
Where are they? Where are they?
[coughs]
I don't know, Billy, but I'm hurtin', man.
Billy Loomis Where the ****--?
[phone rings]
Should I let the machine get it?
Billy Loomis [picks up phone]
Hello?
[as Ghostface]
Are you alone in the house?
Billy Loomis Bitch! You bitch, where the **** are you?!
[as Ghostface]
Not so fast. We're gonna play a little game. It's called [normal voice] guess who just called the police, and reported your sorry mother**** ass?!
Billy Loomis Find her, you dipshit! Get up!
I can't, Billy. You already cut me too deep. I think I'm dying here, man.
Billy Loomis [puts phone on Stu and whispers]
Talk to her. Talk to her.
Ohh, 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.
Billy Loomis We'll rip you up, you bitch, just like your **** mother!
You've gotta find me first, you pansy-ass mama's boy!
Billy Loomis [angrily]
****! [throws phone]
[gets hit by phone]
Ow. ****in' hit me with the phone, dick!
Billy Loomis [smashing everything]
****er, where are you?! Aah! [rips pillow] Aah, you ****! [angrily growls]
Did you really call the police?
You bet your sorry ass I did.
[worried and scared; as Billy smashes everything in background]
My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me.
Billy Loomis Aaah! Bitch!