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!