Where the ****--?
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?!
Find her, you dipshit! Get up!
I can't, Billy. You already cut me too deep. I think I'm dying here, man.
Hello?
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.
We'll rip you up, you bitch, just like your **** mother!
You've gotta find me first, you pansy-ass mama's boy!
[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.
Aaah! Bitch!


