Having revived from his wound, Jason Voorhees; now donning a new appearance, refuges at a cabin near Crystal Lake. As a group of co-eds reside there for their vacation, Jason continues his spree.

Andy: God dammit, Shelly, why do you always have to be such an asshole?
Shelly: Sorry, and I'm not an asshole, I'm an actor.
Andy: Same thing.
Chuck: How come you never scream when we have sex?
Chili: Give me something to scream about.
Andy: How do we do it?
Debbie: Well, first we take our clothes off, and then you get on top of me or I can get on top of you.
Andy: I know how to do it, I mean, how do we do it in a hammock?
Debbie: [Undressing] Well, uh, I think you can figure something out.
Andy: I'll think of something!
Chris Higgins: Shelly, why aren't you at the lake with everybody else?
Shelly: Oh, they said they were going skinny-dipping. I'm not skinny enough.
Vera Sanchez: [sees Jason now wearing a goalie mask] Who are you?
[Jason points a speargun at her]
Vera Sanchez: What are you doing?
[Jason is still pointing the speargun at her]
Vera Sanchez: Hey cut that out, that's not funny!
[Jason shoots Vera in her left eye with the speargun. She falls dead into the water. Jason casually drops the spent speargun to the ground and walks off]
Vera Sanchez: Look, I'm gonna go outside for a few minutes and then when I get back in we'll talk.
Shelly: Yeah, sure. We'll talk... Bitch.
Chris Higgins: [to Jason] No! You *can't* be alive!
Shelly: [Shelly has accidentally reversed into and knocked over the gang's motorcycles with Rick's car] Oh, shit.
Vera Sanchez: "Oh, shit" is right! Let's get outta here!
Shelly: Would you be yourself, if you looked like this?
Ali: You son of a bitch! Come back here you bastards! You ain't getting away with this, God dammit!
Ali: [Finished syphoning Chris' van] Take this to the barn, and start pourin' and, find Fox.
Fox: Whhhoooo!
[Swinging on a rope, at the barn]
Loco: What the hell you doin'? Get off that thing!
Fox: [Continues swinging] Whooo! This feels gooooood!
Loco: Ali is gonna be pissed if he sees you screwing around. C'mon, we got shit to do.
Loco: [looks back up and sees that Fox as disappeared] What the hell?
Loco: [Enters barn] Fox? Where are ya? Stop screwin' around! You're messin' everything up! You're dead now, woman. Fox?
[Loco turns around and sees Fox's corpse hanging onto the rafter with a pitchfork. Then, Jason approaches Loco with a pitchfork, and impails it in Loco's abdomen]
Fox: Fox? Loco? Open, the damn door! Fox!
[Ali enters barn]
Ali: [the barn is silent, and not getting answers] What the hell you guys doin' up there?
[Still no answer]
Ali: Hear me talkin' to you?
Ali: [Loco's corpse falls onto Ali] FOOOOOOOOXXXXX!
[Ali sees Jason, jumping off a rafter]
Ali: [picks up a machete] When I find you, you bastard, you're a dead man!
[Jason approaches Ali]
Ali: Shit!
[Ali swings the machete at Jason's head, but Jason duckes, and bludgeones Ali with a wrench]
Chris Higgins: This was my bedroom. It's yours for the weekend.
Debbie: Great.
[Chris looks outside the window and sees that the door of the barn is moving]
Debbie: Chris? I don't mean to be picky or anything, but where's the bed?
[Chris is still worried]
Debbie: Chris?
Chris Higgins: Oh. It's right here
[Chris shows the hammock to Debbie]
Debbie: What's this?
Chris Higgins: It's your bed.
Debbie: A hammock?
Chris Higgins: You might like it.
[Chris leaves the room]
Debbie: Why not?
[Andy comes in]
Andy: Where's the bed?
Debbie: Hey, the van's on fire!
Chris Higgins: [Vera and her mother are arguing] What are they saying?
Debbie: Don't ask me, I flunked Spanish.
Shelly: Is that all you're gonna do this weekend? Smoke dope?
Mrs. Sanchez: Yes?
Chris Higgins: Hi, Mrs. Sanchez. I'm Chris. We've come to pick up Vera.
Mrs. Sanchez: She is not going!
[We hear people arguing]
Chris Higgins: What are they saying?
Debbie: I don't know. I flunked Spanish.
[Vera comes outside, happily]
Vera Sanchez: Hi, everybody. What are you looking at?

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