I Still Know What You Did Last Summer, oh. This is lame. This is ridiculously lame. How the hell could these people still know what I did last summer. I killed them all. They're all dead. They obviously didn't get to tell anybody. No one knows that I killed Mike's wife. No one knows that the inflatable woman that was my wife, which I bought on discount in at K-MART, was killed by me. No one knows that I 'accidentally' stabbed her with my pencil and that I popped her and dragged her dead plastic body to the backyard and burried it. My neighbor who saw me, I shot him in the eye. The boy on the bicyle who asked me what I was doing with that shovel, I smacked him with it and cracked his head open. The homeless bum named 'Dad', I framed. No one knows. No one will ever know. Those people who are trying to frighten me by saying that they still know what I did last summer, don't know crap.
Mike: Or maybe it's just my mom who caught me masturbating in the toilet last summer. Wait, I mean--she---a crap!