Robbi Morgan: Annie

Vendredi 13

Annie

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.
The Truck Driver: I mean about what happened.
Annie: No.
[the truck driver shakes head]
Annie: Come on, there's something you're not telling me.
The Truck Driver: Quit. Quit now.
Annie: Quit? Why would I wanna quit?
The Truck Driver: Camp Crystal Lake is jinxed.
Annie: Oh, terrific. Not you, too! You sound like your crazy friend back there, Ralph.
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.
The Truck Driver: Dumb kids. Know-it-alls. Just like my niece, heads fulla rocks.
Annie: You're an American Original.
The Truck Driver: [mocking] I'm an American Original. Dumb kid.

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?
The Truck Driver: Dammit, Ralph, get outta here! Go on, get! Leave people alone!
Crazy Ralph: You'll never come back again.
The Truck Driver: Oh, shut up, Ralph.
Crazy Ralph: It's got a death curse!

The Truck Driver: He tell you anything?
Annie: Who?
The Truck Driver: Your boss. Steve Christy.
Annie: Oh, I'll be cooking for fifty kids and ten staff. Campers will be, like, inner-city children.
The Truck Driver: No, I mean, about what happened.
Annie: No. Come on. There's something you're not telling me.
The Truck Driver: Quit. Quit now.
Annie: Quit? Why would I wanna quit?
The Truck Driver: Camp Crystal Lake is jinxed!
Annie: Oh, terrific. Not you too. You sound like your crazy friend back there.
The Truck Driver: Well, maybe. Did Christy tell you about he two kids murdered in '58? Boy drowning in '57? A bunch of fires? Nobody knows who did any of them. In 1962, they was gonna open up, the water was bad. Christy will wind up just like his folks, crazy and broke. He's been up there a year fixing up that place. He must have dropped $25,000. And for what? Ask anybody. Quit!
Annie: I can't!
The Truck Driver: Dumb kids. Know-it-alls. Just like my nieces. Heads full of rocks.
Annie: You're an American original.
The Truck Driver: I'm an American original. Dumb kid.
Annie: At least I'm not afraid of ghosts.
[she chuckles]

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.

Annie: Excuse me. How far is Camp Crystal Lake from here?
Trudy: What is it, Enos? About 20 miles?
The Truck Driver: About that.
Operator: Camp Blood? They're opening that place again?
The Truck Driver: Lots of luck.
Annie: Can I get a bus or something?
Operator: Not likely.
Trudy: You going out to the crossroads, Enos? What about a lift? That'd be halfway.
The Truck Driver: No sweat, Trudy. Okay, kid, let's move it.
Annie: Name's Annie.
The Truck Driver: All right, Annie, let's go.