[GRACE, spoken]
Don't you see? We're free!

[RUTH, spoken]
Won't people notice he's gone?

[GRACE, spoken]
This is Hatchetfield. People go missing everyday!

[RICHIE, spoken]
Oh God, she's snapping again. 

[GRACE]
We're gonna bury the body
Right here in the lobby
Underneath the wooden flooring
Where his corpse will rot

[PETE, spoken]
This is a lot

[GRACE]
We're gonna hack all his limbs off

[STEPH, spoken]
Did you say hack all his limbs off?
[GRACE]
Yeah, we're gonna hack all his limbs off

[STEPH]
Can you stop saying it?

[GRACE]
How else he gonna fit?
Petey, get the acid
Ruthie, you can grab the hatchet
And Stеphie, tapes

[STEPH, spoken]
You want me to film this?

[GRACE]
Wе're gonna tape him up in plastic
After dousin' him with the bleach

[STEPH, PETE, RICHIE & RUTH]
Tape him up after dousin' with bleach

[RICHIE]
I think I'm gonna throw up

[GRACE]
No, this is where you grow up and accept your fate
[STEPH, PETE, RICHIE, & RUTH]
Ah-ah-ah

[GRACE]
You wanna get the fullest ride?
Then start cuttin' right above the thigh

[GRACE, STEPH, PETE, RICHIE & RUTH]
We're gonna bury the bully
We're gonna go to juvie, surely

[PETE]
I hear prison is cushy

[RICHIE]
Oh, my asthma's back

[RUTH]
He'll never be found

[GRACE, spoken]
It's not like we're selling crack

[RUTH]
I'm gonna strip him down
[STEPH, spoken]
Why?

[GRACE, PETE, RICHIE & RUTH, STEPH]
We're gonna bury the bully (Bury the bully)
We gotta, gotta line up our stories (Line up our stories)

[GRACE, PETE, RICHIE & RUTH]
It's gonna, gonna

[GRACE, STEPH, PETE, RICHIE & RUTH]
Never haunt me

[PETE & RICHIE]
Because he's already dead

[GRACE]
No one's gonna snitch

[RICHIE & RUTH]
Hide him from the feds

[STEPH & PETE]
Can't we say he slipped?

All arguing

[RUTH]
I just cut off his nips

[? (spoken), ? (spoken)]
Shit. (Ohh.)

[GRACE, spoken]
Give those to me!