Sydney: Tatum, just get in the car...
Stranger: Hello, Sidney
Sydney: Hi. Who is this?
Stranger:You tell me.
Stranger: Scary night, isn't it? With the murders and all, it's like right out of a horror movie or something.
Sydney: ______________________________ Are you calling from work, 'cause Tatum's on her way over.
Stranger: Do you like scary movies, Sidney?
Sydney: I like that thing you're doing with your voice, Randy. It's sexy.
Sydney: Oh, come on. You know I don't watch that shit.
Stranger: Why not? Too scared?
Sydney:No. No. It's just, what's the point? _____________________ Some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who can't act,
who's always running up the stairs when she should be going out the front door. It's insulting.
Sydney: Randy, that's so unoriginal. ________________________
Stranger: Maybe that's because I'm not Randy.
Sydney: So who are you?
Stranger: The question isn't, "Who am I?" The question is, "Where am I?"
Sydney: So, where are you?
Sydney: Why would you be calling from my front porch?
Stranger: That's the original part.
Sydney: Oh, yeah? Well, __________________ So where are you?
Stranger: Right here.
Sydney: Can you see me right now? What am I doin'? Huh? Huh? What am I doin'? Hello!
Nice try, Randy. _____________________________ Bye now.
Stranger: If you hang up on me, you'll die just like your mother! Do you wanna die, Sidney? ________________________
Sydney: Fuck you, you cretin!