I Know What You Did Last Summer

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see the curtains

hanging in the window

people trying

not alive

a little light

a-shining in the window

lets me know

everything's all right

summer breeze.

Makes me feel fine.

Blowing through the Jasmine

in my mind

summer breeze

makes me feel fine

blowing through the Jasmine

in my mind

[chimes]

- [Wind whistling]

- [Crunching]

[Rocks tumbling]

[Birds squawking]

[Piercing whistle]

["Stars and stripes forever"]

[Noisemakers blaring]

[Crowd cheering, chattering]

[Man on microphone]

I tell you what.

That's got to be the prettiest girl

we've ever had in competition.

I tell ya.

Now let's welcome back

our six finalists onstage.

Come on back out, girls.

[Crowd clapping, cheering]

There they are. They're as

pretty as they can be,

aren't they? I'll tell you.

We're proud of you, girls.

You worked hard. Your mamas

and daddies have worked hard.

We're mighty proud of you.

[Cheering, whistling continue]

All right!

Whoo-hoo!

God, look at her.

I mean, she was born for this.

I had no idea her

breasts were so ample.

[Laughs] Dude, she does these

exercises that pump 'em up.

Guys, hi. I'm on sexist

overload as it is.

Kill the commentary.

Now, in the spirit

of mother Teresa,

what will be your contribution to your

community and the world at large?

Well, Bob, at summer's end I

plan to move to New York City,

where I'll pursue a career

as a serious actress.

It's my goal to entertain the world

through artistic expression.

Through art,

I shall serve my country.

[Crowd cheering]

Do you feed her

this sh*t?

Work it, babe.

Man, they're eatin' it up.

Look, she's incredible.

And now, this year's

croaker queen is...

Miss Helen shivers!

[Crowd applauds, screams]

["Anchors aweigh"]

Yeah!

Yeah, that's my girl!

That's my girl!

[Inaudible chattering]

That's my girlfriend!

Helen!

[Laughing]

[Squealing]

Yeah, baby, yeah!

My baby's got

the strangest ways of saying

whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo

my baby's got

the strangest ways of saying

whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo

a strip of jerky

long and lean

serve it up

with a side of mean

my baby's got

the strangest ways of saying

whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo

how's my hair?

Hurricane-proof.

Hey, it's all about the hair.

Don't you forget that.

Especially when you become

some big hotshot lawyer.

Those professional women types think

it's all about brains and ability...

And completely ignore

the "do".

So, the "do's" vital.

Got it.

[Both laugh]

Hey, you ridin' with me?

Uh, no, tell mom I'll be late.

Uh, is little miss croaker

getting sauteed tonight?

Ho, a twit with a wit.

Eat me.

Hey, Julie.

Brought you a shooter on the house.

Oh, thanks, Max, but you know

what, I have this mental block.

I can't get past the slime.

How 'bout I take you out

before you leave town?

You know, kind of

a bon voyage thing.

Oh, uh--

you know what-- I-I don't,

I don't think so, Max.

We've been friends

since forever.

Now, you can't just leave

without a farewell, right?

Right.

A toast to us.

To our last summer of...

Immature, adolescent

decadence.

[Laughter]

[Helen] Somebody's buzzed.

[Laughs]

Yo, chum bait, take a hike.

Hey! Hey!

[Grunts]

Hey, easy! Easy!

Hey! Come on, man.

Barry, they're just friends.

Man, this is tired.

Hey, ray, just taking care

of your girl like I promised.

Thanks, buddy.

Let's blow.

Yeah, hey, let's beam down to

Dawson's beach. Little joyride.

Good-bye.

[The offspring:
"D.U.I."]

[Tires screeching]

[Ray] So the boy and girl

are making out, right,

when they hear over the radio

that this lunatic killer's

escaped from an insane asylum.

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