Gale's boyfriend: That'll be our food. [Answers the phone] Hello? [To Gale] Not the food, it's for you.
Who is it?
Gale's boyfriend: May I ask who's calling, please? [To Gale] He says it's the killer.
Hello?
Hello, Gale. Strange that you and I have never spoken on the phone. This is long overdue.
I agree. [To her boyfriend] Call the police.
You figured right. So, what's your motive this time? You angry at the movies or are you just trying to stay relevant?
I could ask you the same. Don’t you know? The legacy characters are disposable now. No one cares about last century’s heroes.
Why bother with me at all?
Call it nostalgia. Or maybe you deserve to be punished for all that money you made off the misery of others. Maybe it’s time someone made a buck reporting your death.
You know you're, like, the tenth guy to try this, right? And spoiler alert, it never works out for the dipshit in a mask.
Oh, but they certainly leave a mark before they go, don’t they? Richie and Amber managed to butcher Dewey, carved him up like a Christmas goose. How does it feel to lose the only man who ever loved you?
**** you!
How does it feel to know that you weren’t there for him at the end? Not there to give him comfort, ‘cause he died screaming in his own guts.
You're the one who's gonna die screaming.
Maybe, but you won’t be around to see it. You couldn’t stop what happened to Dewey, just like you’re not gonna be able to stop this.
How's that for nostalgia, ****er?!
Sure I did.
Sure you are. [Fires two shots]
Maybe...you did hit me. Maybe I’m wounded. [Speaks normally] Or maybe I’m wearing a bulletproof vest.
That's why I'm gonna shoot you in the **** head!
You would’ve made a good killer, Gale. Sidney never would've made sense, and Dewey was the fan favorite. But you cracking under the pressure and turning into Ghostface would’ve been a great twist.
Keep talking, asshole.
Sure. What do you want to talk about? You never got to be the leading lady, did you? It was always all about poor, sweet Sidney sucking up all the oxygen. Where did that leave you to be?
The brains and the sex appeal?
Sorry about your boyfriend. All those muscles didn’t help much.
They sure didn't. [Ghostface resumes chuckling] Can you hold, please?
Huh?
[Gale presses the hold button, causing Ghostface's own phone to make a sound, exposing his hiding place]
