Scream Queens (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 7 - Beware of Young Girls - full transcript
Dean Munsch comes face-to-face with her ex-husband's mistress; The Chanels use a Ouija board in hopes of communicating with the deceased Chanel #2 and identifying the killer.
Previously on Scream Queens...
Once again,
death came to Kappa House.
I want everything Chanel has,
and that includes you.
If we're ever gonna find out
what happened to that baby,
we have to figure out who that woman was.
That got way out of hand.
He's got to go.
I think I figured
out what my problem is.
I'm way too nice.
As soon as Chanel #2's parents learned
that their daughter's
dead body had been found,
they went on a cruise to celebrate.
That's how much they
hated this dead bitch.
So when it fell to me
to host an open casket funeral
and fulfill her dying
wish of being cremated
and shot into space, I
was like, "Yeah, okay."
So stupid.
This is what happens
to sneaky backstabbers.
Just so you know,
I took all your clothes.
It's too bad you had to die...
before we found out
what ethnicity you are.
Godspeed, Chanel #2.
God, I loved porking you so much.
Dearly beloved,
we're gathered here today
because a backstabbing
little bitch got exactly
what was coming to her.
Chanel #2 literally never had my back.
Whenever I wanted to strut across campus
or down a long hallway
with the other Chanels,
she'd always be like, "I have a colonic!"
So instead of strutting across campus
in a beautiful diamond formation,
we were forced to strut across
campus in a triad formation,
like a bunch of hobos, because Number Two
didn't think she should
have to walk behind me.
But whenever I find myself
descending a staircase in heels,
you can bet Number Two
was right there behind me
with a helpful little nudge.
Oops, sorry, Chanel.
This dumb dead whore also
used her high-ponied
wiles to seduce my man
into rubbing uglies with her.
So I hope you all grasp the concept
that this is what happens when
you rub uglies with my man...
You end up dead!
So, have fun being dead, Number Two.
You were a stupid, little trollop,
and I hope you're
burning in hell right now.
Amen.
Amen!
Now, I'd like to invite
you all out to the driveway
to the mobile crematorium
for some light refreshments,
courtesy of our friends
at spaceburial.today.
Thank you.
Sync & corrections by wilson0804
WEB-DL resync by kinglouisxx
Once again,
death came to Kappa House.
I want everything Chanel has,
and that includes you.
If we're ever gonna find out
what happened to that baby,
we have to figure out who that woman was.
That got way out of hand.
He's got to go.
I think I figured
out what my problem is.
I'm way too nice.
As soon as Chanel #2's parents learned
that their daughter's
dead body had been found,
they went on a cruise to celebrate.
That's how much they
hated this dead bitch.
So when it fell to me
to host an open casket funeral
and fulfill her dying
wish of being cremated
and shot into space, I
was like, "Yeah, okay."
So stupid.
This is what happens
to sneaky backstabbers.
Just so you know,
I took all your clothes.
It's too bad you had to die...
before we found out
what ethnicity you are.
Godspeed, Chanel #2.
God, I loved porking you so much.
Dearly beloved,
we're gathered here today
because a backstabbing
little bitch got exactly
what was coming to her.
Chanel #2 literally never had my back.
Whenever I wanted to strut across campus
or down a long hallway
with the other Chanels,
she'd always be like, "I have a colonic!"
So instead of strutting across campus
in a beautiful diamond formation,
we were forced to strut across
campus in a triad formation,
like a bunch of hobos, because Number Two
didn't think she should
have to walk behind me.
But whenever I find myself
descending a staircase in heels,
you can bet Number Two
was right there behind me
with a helpful little nudge.
Oops, sorry, Chanel.
This dumb dead whore also
used her high-ponied
wiles to seduce my man
into rubbing uglies with her.
So I hope you all grasp the concept
that this is what happens when
you rub uglies with my man...
You end up dead!
So, have fun being dead, Number Two.
You were a stupid, little trollop,
and I hope you're
burning in hell right now.
Amen.
Amen!
Now, I'd like to invite
you all out to the driveway
to the mobile crematorium
for some light refreshments,
courtesy of our friends
at spaceburial.today.
Thank you.
Sync & corrections by wilson0804
WEB-DL resync by kinglouisxx