The 13-year old kid and her 12-year old cousin are at the back seat of the car on the way to the beach. They are discussing the stupidity of horror movies.
Kid: You know, everything is clear. Don’t open the door. Don’t pick up the phone. What do they do? They open the door. They pick up the phone. Seriously…what’s wrong with them?
Cousin: Yeah. And then, things would go bump at night, windows would slam, yet, the lady of the house would say “it’s the wind”. What’s with that?
Kid: And get this. There is a psycho with a machete outside the back door. What would the girl do? Not run to her well-lit neighbour’s house through the front door. Instead she will run into a dark cul-de-sac with the psycho in pursuit.
Cousin: And yeah…what’s with ghosts scaring inmates? If I were a ghost, and you were the inmate of the house, I would simply tell you – you stay in that room, I will stay in this, we won’t bother each other. Just give me the Wi-Fi password.
Cousin and kid are truly related by blood, I can see.