Slumber Party Massacre III
- R
- Year:
- 1990
- 87 min
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- Oh, I got it!
- No way! No way! No way!
Jeez, Susie,
you sure pack a load.
No, you a**hole, you made me...
Duncan,
you're in the way, Duncan.
- Hey, Duncan.
- What?
'Guys let s fne I "Go! p ay!
Come on, guys, let him play.
- He'll help, anyway.
- Think of it as a challenge.
I don't know, fellows.
What do you think?
We're history as it is.
Duncan,
why don't you just keep score?
- I wanna lay back anyway.
- Okay.
Okay, let's see.
Where are we?
All right! Huddle up!
Okay, okay, on three!
One, two, three!
Break!
Whoa-hoe'.!
8-3 girls.
Got it!
Mine!
Got it!
Got it!
Ah!
Yep'. Whoa'.!
Whoa'.!
Look up!
Get it!
All right, all right, all right.
Jackie, let's be logical.
You can't stop your parents
from moving,
why don't you just
move in with us?
My mom wouldn't notice.
She's going through menopause.
I can't do that.
Besides, since my mom
found my diaphragm,
and I told her it was yours,
she thinks
you're a bad influence.
You got one year of school left,
Jackie.
Are your parents Nazis?
My mom's always working at her
job with the Washington Bureau,
and my dad, he says lawyers
can get jobs anywhere.
Got it!
Alright, alright,
right, right, right!
Jesus, Torn! What are you,
sabotaging us, huh?
Huh? They promised you
something? Yeah? Maybe? Hmm?
Jackie...
Do I detect an unnatural
interest in Frank Reedy?
Well?
Oh, talk to me when you stop
lusting after Michael.
He asked for it.
Just look at him,
flaunting that bod.
Frank!
It's no use. This is not
a good time to fall in love.
Hey, Jackie, how long has
that guy been sitting there?
A while, I think.
He looks weird.
Yo, buddy!
Keep your eyes to yourself!
Did you see that?
He averted his eyes.
That's a sign of submission.
I learned that studying
orangutans in biology class.
You're an orangutan,
Duncan.
I know what you're thinking,
you're thinking,
A guy like that is just
the kind of guy we need
at the party tonight."
Duncan, it's a slumber party.
And no one wants
to slumber with you.
Slumber outside.
Eew!
Okay, I got it!
- Yeah!
- Whoo!
I'll get it!
So, what's it worth to you?
- You're Ken.
- Stop flirtin'! Come back!
Ken Whitehouse. You went
to Maya Vista High, fight?
That's right, and let's see,
you're Juliette,
Craig's little sister?
Go on without me, you guys!
Yeah, that's right.
Pleased to meet you, officially.
- Alright, alright.
- Right.
Sightseeing?
- I like what I see.
- I got it! Here, out! Out!
- Out!
- Where were you?
- You, too!
Jeez, Juliette.
If you didn't want him,
you could have at least
given us a chance.
For your information,
that was Ken Whitehouse,
of former water polo fame.
Are you kidding? And you
didn't bring him over here?
Well, he said he had to go talk
to his uncle or something.
But he said
he'd call me tonight.
I gave him your number.
Oh, great, Juliette. I'm glad my
mom pays to have it unlisted.
Don't you wanna give him
my number, too?
Get outta here!
Oh, the weirdo's gone.
What weirdo?
What's she talking about?
Uh, nobody.
All right, all right, all right.
Hold on a second, you guys.
I'll be right back.
- Hurry!
- Okay!
- Hurry up!
- All right!
Sh*t!
Sh*t.
H'
Thanks for the ride,
and I'm sorry I put you
so far out of your way.
Don't mention it.
Well... Bye.
Jackie?
Um... about last night...
I, uh... I wanna see you again.
Frank, I... I just don't want it
to be just another thing.
You know, that may be okay
for you, but it's not for me.
Hey, I don't want you
just for like a day or a week.
So you like me?
Yes, yes.
I like you. I like you.
So, call me.
All right.
Morgan.
What are you doing
in the house?
Jackie, Jack, I, um...
I just got home.
And...
I saw your sign, and...
and the door was open.
And I thought you were having...
an open house.
It's okay, it's okay.
I just must have left
the door open.
My morn would kill me.
- Do you mind if I go by?
- Of course.
Of course not. No.
I'm, uh...
I'm just going to, um...
I'm... I'll just, uh...
I'm just gonna go.
No, no. Um...
Come on in. Take a look.
I didn't realize
you were in the market.
Oh, yes. Uh...
My accountant tells me I-
I have to buy something.
I have to buy something.
It's a nice house.
Why don't you just
look around yourself?
I mean, the layout's
really normal.
The bedrooms, they're upstairs.
Hi, honey. I hope you're not
making a mess.
It's snowing here,
but we're getting to see
some great houses.
Our flight leaves
around noon tomorrow.
I'll give you the details
in the morning. Bye-bye.
Hello?
Hello?
Anyone home?
Morgan! Do you want me
to show you around?
I... I looked... already.
Is there anything else
I can do for you?
No.
No.
No. No, thanks.
I think I'd better go.
Yeah. Yeah.
L.\ \ \ \ I Q a
Boo!
Jerks!
How come you didn't come
to the volleyball game?
- Sorry.
- I couldn't.
- Did you bring beer?
- That's not all we brought.
[Laughing 1
So, put your stuff down.
What'd you bring?
Rum and vanilla ice cream.
And champagne, for the
more discriminating palate.
I don't know if anyone who wears
underwear in public
could be called discriminating,
Juliette!
And I brought brownies
with hot fudge sauce.
Well, didn't anybody bring
anything but dessert?
C'mon into the kitchen.
I got a barbecue going.
[Laughing 1
What are you making?
Chocolate-chocolate chip
cookies.
I saved some dough.
It's on the counter.
Oh, you are a friend.
You should've come to the beach.
It was great.
God, Janine,
you are disgusting.
Excuse me if I don't
beat the sh*t out of you.
Mmm...
I think I'm having an orgasm.
Am I missing something?
Oh, no more than usual.
Ooh!
What are you eating?
So, Miss Harlowe,
Can we expect a call from
your latest victim tonight?
Oh, he'll call.
Mm-hmm.
I'm gonna put these out back.
There's no room in the fridge.
Damn these things!
"Hi!
"Hi!
- Need some help?
- Nope.
The coals are almost ready.
There's nothing else to do
until Sarah gets here
with the food.
Wow, this place is great.
God, I wish my parents
would go away for a while.
I know what you mean.
I love it when
my parents are gone.
Mine hardly ever go away.
There must be something
we can do
to take advantage of this.
Before they come home tomorrow.
I don't know. Your parents
are really nice, though, Jackie.
I mean, mine are so strict.
They expect me to dress
like a little girl.
I have to change my clothes
in the car every time
I leave the house.
- So you like your new job?
- Yeah, it's okay.
I make pretty good money
with the tips.
The food's good, and the
people are nice.
So, do you meet
anybody interesting?
Well, there was a guy
that came in last weekend,
I saw him looking at me, then he
started coming back every night.
Even the nights that
I wasn't working.
One of the other girls told me.
Last night, he comes up to me
and starts talking to me,
and we're going out,
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