Anyway, Ann, may I call you Ann? And Brieanna? Either of you wouldn’t happen to be a size four by any chance, would you? Oh, no! You’ve got me all wrong! Miss Darrow, Miss Adams, please! I’m not that type of person at all! I’m someone you can trust, I’m a movie producer!

Brie, you're a splendid actress! I need to start using you for more scenes!

(giving directions; calm) You’re feeling uneasy, Ann. You don’t feel it yet, Brie. The feeling’s growing, washing over you. You’re trembling, Ann. Brie, you notice her uneasiness and start to feel uneasy yourself. Look up slowly, girls. You can’t look away. It scares you. You’re both helpless. You want to scream, but your throats are paralyzed…There’s just once chance. If you can scream…Try to scream, girls, try. (still calm) Grab each other and scream. (now shouting) Scream, girls! Scream for your life!