Scream 2 (1997)
Laurie Metcalf: Debbie Salt
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Quotes
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Debbie : Two birds, one stone. Mickey was a good boy, but, MY GOD, that old "Blame The Movies" motive. Did you buy that for one second? Poor boy was completely out of his mind.
Sidney Prescott : And you're not?
Debbie : No. I'm very sane. My motive isn't as "90s" as Mickey's. Mine is just good old fashioned revenge. You killed my son! And, now, I kill you and I can't think of anything more rational.
Sidney Prescott : You're never gonna get away with this.
Debbie : Oh, of course, I will. Everything's traceable back to Mickey, including the cop gun he used to kill everybody. But let's just say that you have gotten hold of the other cop's gun. And you chased Mickey and there was a big shoot out and a big scuffle, and you shot Mickey, killed Mickey dead. But not before he got off one shot at you. Okay. So, have I covered everything? Are there any questions? Any comments? You know what, though? Who gives a flying FUCK, ANYWAY? Let 'em try and track down the second possible killer. Debbie Salt doesn't exist.
Sidney Prescott : You're as crazy as your son was.
Debbie : What did you just say? Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy?
Sidney Prescott : No. Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect. You did a bang up job, Mrs. Loomis.
Debbie : Not wise to patronize a mother with a gun, Sidney. Randy spoke poorly of Billy and I got little knife happy. Ha! I was a good mother. You know what makes me sick? I am sick to death of people saying that it's all the parents' fault that all starts with the family. Wanna blame someone? Why don't you blame YOUR MOTHER? She was the one who stole my husband and broke up my family. And then you took my son! You don't know what it is to be a mother, to raise a child and teach him and guide him-...
Sidney Prescott : - -AND ABANDON HIM? Isn't Mickey supposed to be dead?
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Sidney Prescott : [referring to who the killer is] Mrs. Loomis?
Gale : [shocked] What?
Mickey : BILLY'S MOTHER!
[Gale turns around and sees Mickey]
Mickey : Nice twist huh? Didn't see it coming, did you?
[laughs]
Gale : [still shocked] Jesus. It can't be, I've seen pictures of you.
Sidney Prescott : Yeah this is 60 pounds and a lot of work later.
Debbie : [takes off her trench coat] It's called a makeover. You should try it. Look a little tired yourself there, Gale!
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Sidney Prescott : You're as crazy as your son was!
Debbie : [shocked] What did you just say?
[Sidney trembles]
Debbie : Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy?
Sidney Prescott : No, Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect, you did a bang-up job Mrs. Loomis.
Debbie : It's not wise to patronize me with a gun Sidney! Randy spoke poorly of Billy and I got a little knife happy.
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Cotton : Don't you fuckin' move!
[Debbie jumps, grabbing Sidney in the process, holding Sidney in front of her, while holding the knife to Sidney's throat]
Cotton : GODDAMN IT!
[Cotton jumps onto the stage]
Sidney Prescott : [Scared and sarcastically] Hey, Cotton.
Cotton : Okay, okay, everybody just calm down. I've had a very, very bad day and I would like to know exactly what the fuck is going on here! Sidney?
Sidney Prescott : Cotton, meet Billy Loomis' mother. She's the killer.
Cotton : What?
[He backs into Mickey's foot]
Cotton : Then who's that?
Sidney Prescott : The other killer: Mickey.
[Cotton chuckles]
Sidney Prescott : Look, Cotton-...
Cotton : Shut up.
[Looks over at Mrs. Loomis]
Cotton : Hi. You're not Debbie Salt, are you? You're not with the Post Telegraph?
[He backs into one of the fallen stage prop pillars]
Debbie : No, but I can still help you, Cotton.
Cotton : Ah, ah, ah!
Debbie : You don't need her! Let me kill her. As long as she's alive, you're never gonna be the lead story if that's what you want. If you really want this moment in the spotlight, just let me kill her! And then, you're the only survivor, you're the star!
[Cotton looks unsure]
Debbie : She sent you to prison for a year! Personally, I think it's rather poetic!
[Cotton considers it]
Sidney Prescott : No. No, Cotton, don't you listen to her!
Cotton : Whoa.
[Chuckles]
Cotton : Whoa. What a predicament you're in, Sid.
Sidney Prescott : Cotton!
Cotton : I mean she makes a good point. Let me think about this. Maybe you should, too. I'll bet you that Diane Sawyer interview's looking real good right bout now.
[Sidney starts thinking it over]
Cotton : Hmm?
Sidney Prescott : [after thinking it over a little longer] Consider it done.
[Cotton fires the gun, sending both Sidney and Mrs. Loomis backward; But it is Mrs. Loomis whom was shot by Cotton]
Cotton : [after Sidney coughs and sits up] Whoa, that... was intense.
[Sidney looks over at Mrs. Loomis' dead body, then gets up]
Cotton : Hey, Sidney, look I want you to know that I would never, ever do anything to hurt you.
Sidney Prescott : Cotton, give me the gun.
Cotton : [after a brief pause] Yeah, sure, take it.
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Debbie : [after shooting Mickey] Two birds, one stone.
[Sidney continues to sob and gasp]
Debbie : Oh! Mickey was a good boy, but my God! That whole "Blame-the-movies" motive? Did you buy that for one second? The poor boy was completely out of his mind.
[Kicks Mickey's body]
Sidney Prescott : And you're not?
Debbie : No. I'm very sane.
[Reaches down to pick Mickey's gun up]
Debbie : My motive isn't as 90's as Mickey's. Mine is just good, old-fashioned revenge. You killed my son! And now I kill you, and I can't think of anything more rational!
Sidney Prescott : You're never gonna get away with this.
Debbie : Oh, of course I will!
[Takes out a cloth to clean her fingerprints off of the gun]
Debbie : Everything's traceable back to Mickey. Including the cop gun he used to kill everybody. But let's just suppose that you had gotten hold of the other cop's gun. And you chased Mickey, and there was a big shoot-out, and a big scuffle. And you shot Mickey! Killed Mickey dead!
[Throws the gun way over to the stage]
Debbie : But not before he got off one shot at you! Okay. So, have I covered everything? Are there any questions? Any comments? You know what, though?
[Sidney tries to run, but Mrs. Loomis points the gun at her on the other side of the column]
Debbie : Who gives a flyin' fuck, anyway? Let 'em try and track down the second possible killer! Debbie Salt doesn't exist!
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Theater Girl #1 : [walking to Maureen's backside to stand behind her in popcorn line] That's it. I am not going back in there.
Theater Girl #2 : Come on, you chickenshit. It's just a movie.
Theater Girl #1 : No, it's not just a movie. It's a true story. All these kids got killed a couple years ago in California.
[Maureen gets her order]
Popcorn Boy : [background] Here's the popcorn.
Maureen Evans : [barely audible] Thanks.
Girl in theater lobby : [Maureen begins walking back with her food; 2 girls walk by] I was so scared, I almost had a heart attack!
Crazy costumed guy in lobby : Hah! Stab you, man!
[begins "stabbing" pedestrians and then another costumed movegoer]
Crazy costumed guy in lobby : Get yo'self.
[laughter behind Maureen and then just her footsteps as she approaches the door. She slowly begins to open the door. Phil jumps from a door in his mask and yells to scare her]
Phil Stevens : WHOA!
Maureen Evans : [screams, and audience screams inside; Phil laughs and removes his mask] You ass!
[hits him hard on the arm]
Phil Stevens : I'm sorry. I had to, Baby.
Maureen Evans : What are you playing?
Phil Stevens : [takes her closer] Would you relax? God! What's wrong wit' you?
Maureen Evans : [more calm closer to him] I don't like being scared. I don't like that.
Phil Stevens : [looks down at her] Baby, its just a movie.
[sighs softly]
Phil Stevens : Besides, scary movies are great foreplay.
[kisses the side of her face and grins]
Maureen Evans : Excuse me?
Phil Stevens : [resigning] Let's go see Sandra Bullock.
Maureen Evans : [resigning] Oh, no. Sandra started already. We can stay.
[puts her arm around his back]
Maureen Evans : Just stop playin' so much.
[gives smooch to lips and cheek and smiles at him]
Phil Stevens : All right. I gotta go to the bathroom.
[turns to walk and nicks her cheek with his hand]
Phil Stevens : See ya inside.
[Maureen gives him a crafty smile and sighs again as she turns to go in to a cheering audience that then screams. Phil waits for urinals, taken up by costumed theatergoers. He gives up and goes to a stall, locked and taken up by the killer]
Phil Stevens : Sorry.
[goes to an ajar stall hesitantly]
Phil Stevens : Hello?
[opens it fully and goes in, unzipping his fly]
Debbie : [presumably Mrs. Loomis in a high-pitched, sotto voice in stall] I don't - I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it; I swear. I swear, I-I'll be good. Please don't, Mommy. No, I'll - I'll be good.
[Phil meanwhile looks at stall separator, puzzled then bursts out in soft laughter]
Debbie : Mommy, I'll tell you. Really. I'll tell you, Mommy; I'll tell you, Mommy. Really. I'll tell you why I did it, Mommy. Listen, Mommy. Listen, Mommy.
[Phil is putting ear right to stall to listen, amused and interested. Killer can tell his ear is there and the knife is put straight into Phil's ear. He groans; falls to floor, eventually presumably dead]
Maureen Evans : [in theater, Maureen is frustrated with "Casey"] N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no! No! No! No! No! No! No! Don't do that!
[starts making hand motions to "Casey"]
Maureen Evans : Move! Move! Go! Run! Go!
[meanwhile, killer sits next to her]
Maureen Evans : Baby, give it up. You came back just in time; it looks like she's about to get it. Want some popcorn?
[killer shakes head]
Maureen Evans : Uh-uh. See, if that was me, I would be outta there.
[screams and hides face near killer's shoulder]
Maureen Evans : Oh, here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes!
[screams and looks back and forth. She is then gutted by the killer, and makes it to the movie screen, walking around in pain, whimpering and seething, making unintelligible noises and dies, synchronized with "Casey's" death]
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Mickey : [Holding Sidney at gunpoint after their fight] Sid, you got a Linda Hamilton thing going. No, no. It's nice. I like it.
Mickey : [as Derek's dead body is brought up above the stage] Now, who's doing that? Could that be a mystery guest waiting in the wing? Told you I had a partner, Sid. Surprise cameo just for you.
Sidney Prescott : [as Gale comes out from backstage] Gale.
Sidney Prescott : [as gale shakes her head, No, Debbie Salt comes out after Gale, holding Gale at gunpoint, revealing herself as Mrs. Nancy Loomis, the 2nd killer] Mrs. Loomis!
Gale : What?
Mickey : Billy's Mother! Nice twist, huh? Didn't see it coming, did ya?
Gale : Jesus. It can't be. I've, I've, I've seen pictures of you.
Sidney Prescott : So, this is 60 pounds and a lot of work later.
Debbie : It's called a makeover. You should try it. Looking a little tired yourself there, Gale.
Gale : So, you two are in on this together?
Mickey : Yeah, well, had to have financing. Tuition's expensive. And Deb there, my backer. We met on the internet, psycho website, classifieds.
Debbie : There's only an estimated 97 active serial killers in the country today and Mickey here was quite a find. Definitely one the way up. All he needed was a little guidance and nurturing.
Sidney Prescott : It was only a Mother can do.
Mickey : Told you it was gonna work. Wait till the trial! It is gonna rock!
Debbie : Oh, Mickey. There's not going to be a trial.
[She shoots Mickey twice]
Gale : [Mickey shoots Gale in the ribs before he falls] Gale!
Debbie : [Gale falls below the stage, as Mickey falls, as well] To birds, one stone. Mickey was a good boy, but, my God, that old blame the movies motive. Did you buy that for one second? Poor boy was completely out of his mind.
Sidney Prescott : And you're not?
Debbie : No. I'm very sane. My motive isn't as 90's as Mickey's. Mine is just good old fashioned revenge. You killed my son! And now I kill you and I can't think of anything more rational.
Sidney Prescott : You're never gonna get away with this.
Debbie : Oh, of course, I will. Everything's traceable back to Mickey, including the cop gun he used to kill everybody. But let's just say that you had gotten hold of the other cop's gun and chased Mickey and there was a big shoot-out and a big scuffle and you shot Mickey. Killed Mickey dead. But not before he got off one shot at you. Okay. So, have I covered everything? Are there any questions? Any comments? You know what, though? Who gives a flying fuck, anyway? Let them try and track down the second possible killer. Debbie Salt doesn't exist.
Sidney Prescott : You're as crazy as your son was.
Debbie : [Angry] What did you just say? Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy?
Sidney Prescott : No, Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect. You did a bang-up job, Mrs. Loomis.
Debbie : Not wise to patronize a woman with a gun, Sidney. Randy spoke poorly of Billy and I got a little knife happy.
[Chuckles]
Debbie : I was a good Mother.
[Angrier]
Debbie : You know what makes me sick? I am sick to death of people saying that it's all the parents' fault, that it all starts with the family. Wanna blame someone? Why don't you blame your Mother? She was the one who stole my husband and broke up my family and then you took my son. You don't know what it is to be a Mother, to raise a child and teach him and guide him...
Sidney Prescott : --And abandon him? Isn't Mickey supposed to be dead?
[She turns around as Sidney smashes a glass over her head]
Cotton : [Sidney runs backstage and locks herself in; She uses an axe to cause all the stage effects to land on Mrs. Loomis, finally using large bricks to crash down on to Mrs. Loomis; Sidney runs back out to the stage, where Mrs. Loomis tries attacking her with knife, but is stopped by Cotton, firing a gun] Don't you fucking move!
[Mrs. Loomis pulls Sidney to her feet and holds the knife to her throat]
Cotton : Goddamn it!
Sidney Prescott : Hey, Cotton.
Cotton : Okay. Okay. Everybody calm down now. I've had a very, very bad day and I'd like to know exactly what the fuck is going here! Sidney?
Sidney Prescott : Cotton, meet Billy Loomis's Mother. She's the killer.
Cotton : What?
[He backs up and hits Mickey's body]
Cotton : Then who's that?
Sidney Prescott : The other killer: Mickey.
[Cotton chuckles]
Sidney Prescott : Look, Cotton...
Cotton : --Shut up.
[to Mrs. Loomis]
Cotton : Hi. You're not Debbie Salt, are you? You're not with the Post Telegraph.
Debbie : No, but I can still help you, Cotton.
Cotton : Ah ah ah ah!
Debbie : You don't need her. Let me kill her. As long as she's alive, you'll never be the lead story, if that's what you want, Cotton. If you really want this moment in the spotlight, just let me kill her. Then, you're the only survivor, you're the star!
[Cotton hesitates]
Debbie : She sent you to prison for a year! Personally, I think it's a little poetic!
Sidney Prescott : [Cotton considers it] No. No, Cotton! Don't you listen to her!
Cotton : Whoa! Whoa! What a predicament you're in, Sid.
Sidney Prescott : Cotton.
Cotton : I mean she makes a good point. Let me think about this. Maybe you should, too. I'll bet you that Diane Sawyer interview is looking real good about now.
[Sidney thinks on it]
Cotton : Hmm?
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Debbie : How you holding up, Gale? It must be scary knowing somebody's out there waiting and watching, enjoying all this. How does that make you...
Gale : Look, local woman! I know that you hold me up as your career template, and it gives you some sort of charge to challenge me, but give it a rest!
Debbie : You're right, I'm sorry. It's my- it was the wrong time. I'm sorry.
