Black Christmas (1974 film)

Black Christmas is a 1974 Canadian horror film about a young girl who must deal with a killer in her sorority house.

Directed by Bob Clark. Screenplay by Roy Moore.

If this movie doesn't make your skin crawl... It's On Too Tight! Taglines

Mrs. MacHenry

These broads would hump the Leaning Tower of Pisa if they could get up there!
[singing as she packs her suitcase] Alligators come through the gate, but goodbye leg if ya get away late! Lollies love to pop!
Oh God damn it Claude, you little prick!

[upon seeing that Mrs. MacHenry is coming inside the house] Speaking of professional virgins - here we have the queen of vaudeville herself!
Why don't you go find a wall socket and stick your tongue in it, that will give you a charge?
I think the little buggers schnockered, *son of a bitch*.

Filthy Billy, I know what you did nasty Billy!
Agnes, It's me Billy! Don't tell them what we did!
Let me lick ya, you pretty piggy cunt!
[to Barb, while on the phone] I'll stick my tongue up your pretty pussy!
[to Barb, while on the phone] [sombre] I'm going to kill you.
[Quietly singing] Little baby bunting/ Daddy's went a-hunting/ Gonna fetch a rabbbit skin to wrap his baby Agnes in.

Sergeant Nash: Excuse me? Could you give me the number at the sorority house? Please?

Barb Coard: Yeah, sure. It's, ah... Fellatio 20880. Fellatio. It's a new exchange, FE.

Sergeant Nash: That's a new one on me. How do you spell it?

Barb Coard: Capital F, E, little L, LA, TIO.

Sergeant Nash: Thanks.

Barb Coard: Don't mention it.

[after the mysterious caller hangs up]

Clare Harrison: I don't think you should provoke somebody like that, Barb.

Barb Board: Oh listen, this guy is minor league. In the city, I get two of those a day.

Clare Harrison: Well maybe. But you know that town girl was raped a couple of weeks ago.

Barb Coard: Darling, you can't rape a townie.

Sargeant Nash: [after Sergeant Nash calls the sorority house] Who is this?

Jessica Bradford: It's Jess.

Sargeant Nash: Ms. Bradford, this is Sergeant Nash. Are you the only one in the house?

Jessica Bradford: No. Phyll and Barb are upstairs asleep. Why?

Sargeant Nash: Alright. Now I want do you exactly what I tell you without asking any questions, okay?

Jessica Bradford: [Begins to question]

Sargeant Bradford: No, no, no... no questions. Now just put the phone back on the hook, walk to the front door and leave the house.

Jessica Bradford: What's wrong?

Sargeant Nash: Please, Ms. Bradford, please just do as I tell you.

Jessica Bradford: Okay. I'll get Phyll and Barb.

Sargeant Nash: [Raising his voice] No, no, no, don't do that Jess.

[Long pause]

Sargeant Nash: Jess, the caller is in the house. The calls are coming from the house!

If this movie doesn't make your skin crawl... It's On Too Tight!
Christmas is coming early this year. And it's murder.
The sort of Christmas you don't dream of.
A Christmas with another colour brings a killer on the loose!
Twas the Night, Before Christmas, and All Trough the House, a Creature was stirring. The Stocklings were Hung by the Chimney with care, but it was Hard to Say that St. Nick would be there. A Christmas with another colour brings a Killer on the Loose.
Have Yourself a Scary Little, Black Christmas. It's Not at All Like the Ones You Used to Know.
He Knows When You're Sleeping, He Knows if You're Awake, HE KNOWS...
It's beginning to look a lot like—bloodshed! Christmas is almost here, and a deranged, axe-wielding psycho is terrorizing a sorority. As it happens, the mad murder also makes obscene phone calls—and he lives right above the girls...

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