Scream 2 (1997)
Roger Jackson: The Voice
Sydney : [Answering the phone] Hello?
Phone Voice : Hello Sydney remember me?
Sydney : What do you want?
Phone Voice : I want you, it's showtime!
Sydney : Then why don't you show your face you fucking coward!
[Hangs up phone]
Phone Voice : My pleasure!
[Suddenly enters the room and lunges out at her]
Sydney : Hello? Hello?
Phone Voice : Hello Sidney.
Sydney : Yes?
Phone Voice : What's your favorite scary movie?
Sydney : Who is this?
Phone Voice : You tell me.
Sydney : [picks up caller ID] Cory Gillis, 555-0176.
Phone Voice : Shit!
Sydney : Hot flash Cory...
Phone Voice : Shit!
Sydney : ...prank calls are a criminal offense prosecuted under penal code 653M.
[caller hangs up]
Sydney : Hope you enjoyed the movie.
[to the killer]
Cici : Who are you calling for?
Phone Voice : What if I said you?
Cici : What if I said goodbye?
Phone Voice : Why would you want to do that?
Cici : Why do you always answer a question with a question?
Phone Voice : I'm inquisitive.
Cici : Yeah, and I'm impatient. Look, do you wanna leave a message for somebody?
Phone Voice : Do you want to die tonight, Cici?
'Stab' Casey : [Phone rings; "Casey" picks it up] Hello?
Phone Voice : [distorted voice] Hello.
'Stab' Casey : [unaffected] Who is this?
Phone Voice : Guess.
'Stab' Casey : No, really. Who is this?
Phone Voice : Were you expecting somebody?
'Stab' Casey : [looks over at popping corn] No...
Maureen Evans : [frustrated loud voice] Bitch, hang up that phone and *69 his ass! Damn!
Phil Stevens : [turns to her; puts finger to lips] Shhhhh!
'Stab' Casey : Who is this?
Phone Voice : [distorted] Who would you like it to be?
'Stab' Casey : I don't like games. Who is this?
[Walks away from stove and above from where she was, a figure appears with music, scaring the moviegoers]
Phone Voice : Look out back. Do you see your boyfriend anywhere?
'Stab' Casey : I don't even have a boyfriend right now.
[looks visibly more frightened]
Phone Voice : [menacing] Would you like one?
Maureen Evans : [frustrated whisper] Damn it all.
Maureen Evans : Can I - give me some money. I need to get some popcorn.
Phil Stevens : You got money.
Maureen Evans : I got my money. I asked fo' your money.
Phone Voice : What do y'say?
[Phil, annoyed, gets out the money]
Phil Stevens : [Soft mutter] Cheap ass.
Maureen Evans : [grabs the money] Thank you.
[Phil looks back at her without affection and turns back to the film]
Phone Voice : Come on. Cat got your tongue?
'Stab' Casey : You know, I don't even know you, and I dislike you already.
Maureen Evans : [Maureen sighs as she closes the doors and goes toward the popcorn stand; gets startled as movie audience screams and walks over to counter amidst comments about the movie] Hi, um, can I have a medium popcorn, no butter, and a small diet Pepsi?
Popcorn Boy : [small smile and friendly] You got it.
Phone Voice : Have you ever felt a knife cut through human flesh and scrape the bone beneath?
Derek : Oh thank god Sidney, I thought I was gonna be up there until opening night.
Sydney : Oh shit, the killer is here. He killed Hallie, he's here. Shit, who tied these?
Derek : What are you talking about?
Sydney : The killer! He's here!
Derek : Where?
Phone Voice : Right here.
[pause; heavy, deep breaths]
Phone Voice : You're fast, Sid.
[Sidney resumes trying to untie Derek]
Phone Voice : I wouldn't do that if I were you. You really want to trust your boyfriend?
Mickey : Don't you know, history repeats itself? Hmm, Sid?
[removes mask to reveal Mickey; uses voice-changer]
Derek : What the fuck?
Mickey : Since Derek here disappeared on my ass, I've been on my own, all fucking night. Thanks a lot, partner.
Derek : You motherfucker! Sid, you know me better than that. Untie me.
Sydney : Oh my god, Derek!
Derek : No, no, no... Sid.
Mickey : It's okay, Derek. We got her.
Derek : No, no, Sid, listen to me. You know me better than that. He's lying.
Mickey : What do you think, Derek? Sidney's experiencing a little deja vu?
Mickey : Sid, he's lying! The man is lying! Sid, untie me! Untie me!
Mickey : Hmm. Boyfriend, killer. Boyfriend, killer. Boyfriend, killer.
Derek : No, I am gonna fucking kill you! You are dead! Dead!...
[Mickey shoots Derek in the chest, near heart]