A group of young adults discover a boarded up Camp Crystal Lake, where they soon encounter Jason Voorhees and his deadly intentions.

[last lines]
Alice: The boy. Is he dead, too?
Tierney: Who?
Alice: The boy. Jason.
Tierney: Jason?
Alice: In the lake, the one - the one who attacked me - the one who pulled me underneath the water.
Tierney: Ma'am, we didn't find any boy.
Alice: But - then he's still out there.
Pamela Voorhees: Did you know a young boy drowned the year before those two others were killed? The counselors weren't paying any attention... They were making love while that young boy drowned. His name was Jason. I was working the day that it happened. Preparing meals... here. I was the cook. Jason should've been watched. Every minute. He was - he wasn't a very good swimmer. We can go now, dear.
Alice: Who are you?
Pamela Voorhees: Why I'm... I'm Mrs. Voorhees, an old friend of the Christys'.
[coming out of a cramped backseat]
Chewie: Oh, my God. Babies have more space in the uterus.
Crazy Ralph: You're doomed! You're all doomed!
Jason Voorhees: [in flashback] Help me! Help! Help, Mommy! Help! Help, Mommy! Mommy, help!
Pamela Voorhees: I am, Jason. I am.
Chewie: [hands over hockey stick to Jason] Are you looking for this? Because, uh, it completes your outfit.
Pamela Voorhees: [Turns violent] You let him drown! You never paid any attention. Look what you did to him.
[pulls out a large hunting knife]
Pamela Voorhees: Look what you did to him!
Pamela Voorhees: You see, Jason was my son, and today is his birthday...
Jack: Come on. I love you.
Marcie: But what about Ned?
Jack: I don't love Ned.
Trent: Your tits are stupendous.
Bree: Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special.
Enos, the truck driver: I tell ya, he's causing problems enough for your boss with all that talk... goddamn nuisance... Did he tell you anything?
Annie: Oh, I'll be cooking for fifty kids and ten staff. The campers will mostly be like inner-city children.
Enos, the truck driver: I mean about what happened.
Annie: No.
Enos, the truck driver: [shakes head]
Annie: Come on, there's something you're not telling me.
Enos, the truck driver: Quit. Quit now.
Annie: Quit? Why would I wanna quit?
Enos, the truck driver: Camp Crystal Lake is jinxed.
Annie: Oh, terrific. Not you, too! You sound like your crazy friend back there, Ralph.
Enos, the truck driver: Did Christy ever tell you 'bout the two kids murdered in '58? Boy drowning in '57? Buncha fires. Nobody knows who did any of 'em. In 1962, they was gonna open up... the water was bad. Christy'll end up just like his folks, crazy and broke. He's been up there a year fixin' up that place. He musta dropped 25 thousand dollars, and for what? Ask anybody, quit.
Annie: I can't.
Enos, the truck driver: Dumb kids. Know-it-alls. Just like my niece, heads fulla rocks.
Annie: You're an American Original.
Enos, the truck driver: [mocking] I'm an American Original. Dumb kid.
Pamela Voorhees: Come, dear. It'll be easier for you than it was for Jason.
Tierney: It's not bad enough to have Friday the 13th, we've gotta have a full moon too. We keep statistics. We have more accidents, more rapes, more robberies, more homicides, more of everything when there's a full moon. It upsets people. Makes them nuts.
Steve Christy: You're making a science out of coincidence.
Officer Dorf: Looking for someone. Guy named Ralph. Town crazy.
Ned: [acting a bit silly with the stereotypical Native American gear on] Well, there's no crazy people around here!
Officer Dorf: I told you to sit on it, Tonto!
Officer Dorf: You kids keep your noses clean, you understand? You'll be hearing from me if you don't! We ain't gonna stand for any weirdness out here!
Claudette: [giggling] Barry's out of bounds... Barry...
Barry: Come on. a man's not made of stone.
Claudette: [moaning and giggling] Ohhh... Somebody's there!
Barry: [last words] We weren't doing anything. We were just messing...
Ned: [Shoots arrow at target after Brenda sets it up] Ta-Da!
Brenda: Are you crazy?
Ned: Wanna see my trick shot? It's even better.
Brenda: I don't believe you!
Ned: [Imitating Humphrey Bogart] You know, you're beautiful when you're angry, sweetheart.
Brenda: [Sarcastically] Oh, yeah?
Ned: Yeah.
Brenda: Are you gonna help me or scare me to death? If you do that again, I'll tack you up to the wall to dry.
Ned: Yeah! I love that sexy talk.
Ned: [Runs around howling like an Indian in a headdress, he sees a Police officer staring at him] Oh, shit.
Annie: Guess I always wanted to work with children. I hate when people call 'em kids. Sounds like little goats. But when you've had a dream as long as I have, you'll do anything.
Bill: If this is a joke, I'm gonna brain 'em!
Pamela Voorhees: [high voice] Kill her, Mommy! Kill her! Don't let her get away, Mommy! Don't let her live!
[normal voice]
Pamela Voorhees: I won't, Jason. I won't!
Donnie: [to Clay] You're fucking lucky there, stretch. Came that close to hitting the start button on the whoop-ass machine, boy.
Trent: [while having sex with Bree] You should win in a fucking titty contest!
Pamela Voorhees: She can't hide; no place to hide.
Alice: Bill? Steve wants to know if we need more paint.
Bill: Paint's all right. Need more thinner.
Alice: Okay.
Bill: Alice. Did the others show up?
Alice: Yeah, everybody except that girl Annie.
Bill: Think you're gonna last all summer?
Alice: I don't know if i'm gonna last all week.
Alice: I'll tell Steve about the thinner.
Bill: Fine.
Marcie: [Searches the bathroom and finds nothing] I guess it's just my imagination...
[turns around to see an ax raised over her head]
Marcie: AHHH!
Trent: [to Bree] You got perfect nipple placement, baby.
Pamela Voorhees: [seeing Brenda's dead body] Oh, good Lord! So young. So pretty. Oh, what monster could have done this?
Alice: Bill's out there.
Chewie: [after breaking Trent's chair] They don't call me the "wood wizard" because I masturbate a lot.
Trent: Hey, Lawrence, how about a little help?
Lawrence: Dude, that's not a good look for you, man. You ask the one black guy to pump the gas for you? Shit.
Trent: Okay. Nolan. How about I pay, you pump?
Nolan: Sure, man. Hey, I give a wicked blow job too.
Trent: Okay, well, um, we'll try that out later.
Jack: It's gonna storm! It's gonna tear down that valley like a son of gun!
Marcie: I've been afraid of storms ever since I was a little kid.
Jack: No really!
Marcie: Yeah I had this dream about five or six times when I'm in a thunderstorm. And it's raining really hard, it sounds like pebbles when it hits the ground. I can hear it! I try to block out the sound with my hands only it doesn't work, the sound keeps getting louder and louder. And then the rain turns to blood, and it washes away in little rivers, and then the sound stops.
Jack: It was just a dream!
Marcie: I know! I call it my shower dream.
Pamela Voorhees: Kill for Mother...
[watching Bree dance suggestively]
Chewie: [to Lawrence] In my next life, I wanna come back as one of the buttons on the ass pocket of her jean shorts.
[from trailer]
Clay: Hey, I'm not from around here, but I'm looking for my sister. She's gone missing.
Richie: Do you know how many lakes are probably called Crystal Lake? It's like Crystal Geyser, Crystal Water. Go to a supermarket. Every single bottled water is named "Crystal" something.
Wade: Aquafina.
Steve Christy: Well, hi. What are you doing out in this mess?
[Pamela stabs him]
Officer Dorf: What you been smoking, boy?
Jack: Smoke? Don't smoke cause cancer?
Officer Dorf: You know what I mean! What, you just get off a spaceship or something? Come on, Coloumbian gold, man. Hash, the grass, the weed, dig it?
Clay: I want to ask you if you, uh- if maybe you'd seen somebody...
[holds up flier of Whitney]
Clay: It's my sister. She came up around here with some friends and... she's gone missing.
Old Lady: She ain't missing.
Old Lady: She's dead.
Crazy Ralph: I'm a messenger of God. You're doomed if you stay here!
[while playing strip Monopoly]
Alice: Baltic Avenue.
Bill: No one ever lands on Baltic Avenue.
Alice: I think it's a pretty color. I'll buy it.
[Bill rolls and lands on Baltic Avenue]
Alice: Ha. Baltic Avenue. You owe me one boot.
Brenda: Alice draws first blood.
Bill: That's a terrible way to talk about my feet.
Trent: [to Clay] I would probably leave soon before I get pissed off and, you know...
Clay: Yeah?
Trent: Yeah.
[looks from Clay to door, seemingly tough]
Clay: [unfazed] What happens then?
Lawrence: I got business I gotta do this weekend.
Chelsea: What business?
Lawrence: Music. I'm trying to start a label.
Chelsea: Oh, yeah? Like what kind? Like rap?
Lawrence: Why you gotta go racial? Look, don't put me in a box, all right? What, because I'm black I can't listen to Green Day?
Chelsea: You're right, that was dumb. So, what kind of music?
Lawrence: Rap.
Enos, the truck driver: All the girls up there gonna look as good as you?
Annie: I don't know.
Crazy Ralph: You're going to Camp Blood, ain't ya?
Enos, the truck driver: Goddammit, Ralph, get outta here! Go on, get! Leave people alone!
Crazy Ralph: You'll never come back again.
Enos, the truck driver: Oh, shut up, Ralph.
Crazy Ralph: It's got a death curse!
Trent: [to Jenna, his girlfriend, while having sex with Bree] We're busy in here baby!
Trent: [while having sex with Bree] Your tits are so juicy, dude!
[walking down the path after breaking Trent's chair, imitates Trent]
Chewie: Hi, my name is Trent. My daddy bent me over this chair and beat me when I was little, so you need to fix it.
Jack: [seeing Bill with a machete raised] Jesus Bill! What are you doing?
Bill: There's a snake in here!
Marcie: Why are we in here?
Alice: [Bill's just killed the snake] Is it dead?
Ned: Either that or it's got a very short clone.
Marcie: Well, at least we know what's for dinner.
Jenna: I never liked camp.
Clay: Why?
Jenna: Bad food, bugs, cheap toilet paper...
Richie: I'm not gonna go out there with a boner.
Amanda: Well, you're not gonna get any until you do.
Alice: [finding a bloody axe in someone's bed; making a screwy face] *What* is going *on*?
Lawrence: [Clay and Jenna just ran inside the house telling him they found a body] You fucking with me because I'm high? That's not cool. Because I just finished fucking smoking, okay?
Lawrence: [about Bree] Just go over there and fucking talk to her.
Chewie: Are you kidding? I have a better shot at fucking a penguin than that girl.
Alice: [a snake is under the bed] I can't sleep if there's a snake in here!
Bill: I can't kill it until it comes out.
Alice: Well, call him!
Bill: How do you call a snake?
Old Lady: People go missing around here, they're gone for good. Outsiders come, they don't know where to walk. They bring trouble. We just want to be left alone. And so does he.
[refers to Jason]
Clay: So does who?
Claudette: Somebody'll see.
Barry: No they won't...
Marcie: [to Jack] You are so fine.
Donnie: [tears burlap sac off Jason revealing his face] That shit ain't fucking right, dude. What the fuck?
[Jason slashes his throat]
Brenda: Just wait until he lands on my old Kentucky home.
Bill: More beer? More beer.
Brenda: [upon repairing the generator] What hath God wrought?
Pamela Voorhees: Jason... my special, special boy!
Ned: He neglected to mention that downtown they call this place Camp Blood.
Marcie: Next, they're going to tell us there are poisonous snakes in the outhouse and crocodiles in the lake.
Jack: The crocodiles are in the cabin.
Ned: [after dancing around, doing a raindance with a stereotypical Native American headdress on] I'm just kidding around, officer...
Officer Dorf: OK, can it, Cochise.
Whitney Miller: Jason. Say hi to Mommy...
[stabs Jason with machete]
Whitney Miller: ...in hell.
Ned: If you were a flavor of ice cream, what would it be?
Marcie: Rocky road.
Pamela Voorhees: His name was Jason. And today, is his birthday...
[from trailer]
Chelsea: What are you doing, Nolan?
Bree: [speaking softly to Chewie with a flaming drink] Did you forget how to drink that? Just bring it to your lips, blow, and suck.
[first lines]
Pamela Voorhees: Come here. Come here now.
Camp Counselor: No.
Pamela Voorhees: You're the last one. I've killed all the others. It'll be easier for you than it was for Jason.
Camp Counselor: Why are you doing this?
Pamela Voorhees: You need to be punished for what you did to him.
Camp Counselor: I didn't do anything.
Pamela Voorhees: You let him drown. Jason was my son.
Camp Counselor: I didn't do anything. No. No. No. Please.
Pamela Voorhees: You should have been watching him. Every minute.
[Camp Counselor decapitates Pamela. Young Jason approaches the body, picks up a photo-locket]
Pamela Voorhees: Jason. My special, special boy. They must be punished, Jason. For what they did to you. For what they did to me.
Pamela Voorhees: [Young Jason picks up the machete, walks away] Kill for mother.
Chewie: [while watching Bree dancing] In my next life, I wanna come back as one of the buttons on the ass pockets of her jean shorts.
Claudette: Does Mary Ann kiss as good as I do?
Barry: I wouldn't know,
Claudette: Oh, you...
[from trailer]
Pamela Voorhees: Did you know a young boy drowned here? He was my son. And today, is his birthday.
Chewie: [grabs a hockey stick] Hey. Now, this is a real man's sport. You're even curved to the left, like my penis.

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