Come to Freddy.

Gonna get you.

I'm here.

Tina, watch this. (cuts off one of his own fingers and green liquid squirts out)

Rod: Had a hardon this morning when I woke up, Tina. Had your name written all over it.
Tina: There's four letters in my name, Rod. How could there be room on your joint for four letters?
[brief laughter] Rod: Hey, up yours with a twirling lawn mower!
[Rod walks away]
Tina: Nyahh. Rod says the sweetest things.
Nancy: He's nuts about you.
Tina: Yeah, nuts.

Tina: All day long I've been seeing that guy's weird face, and hearing those fingernails...
Nancy: Fingernails? That's amazing, you saying that. It made me remember the dream I had last night.
Tina: What'd you dream?
Nancy: I dreamed about this guy in a dirty red and green sweater.
Tina: But what about the fingernails?
Nancy: He scraped his fingernails along things. Actually, they were more like finger-knives or something, like he'd made them himself. Anyway, they made this horrible noise (imitates screeching noise)
Tina: Nancy. You dreamed about the same creep I did, Nancy.
Glen: That's impossible.

Tina: [after sex] I knew there was something about you I liked.
Rod: You feel better now, right?
Tina: Jungle man fix Jane.
Rod: No more fights?
Tina: No more fights.
Rod: Good. No more nightmares for either of us then.
Tina: When did you have a nightmare?
Rod: Guys can have nightmares too, y'know. You ain't got a corner on the market or something.

Tina: Please God...
Freddy: [revealing his knives] This... is God.

Nancy: [about Freddy] What'd he look like? You get a look at him?
Rod: No.
Nancy: Well then how can you say somebody else was there?
Rod: Because somebody cut her. While I watched.
Nancy: Somebody cut her while you watched and you don't know what he looked like?
Rod: I couldn't see the fucker. You could just see the cuts happening, all at once. I probably could've saved her if I'd moved sooner. But I thought it was just another nightmare, like the one I had the night before. There was this guy who had knives for fingers.

Nancy: Glen, you bastard.
Glen: What'd I do?
Nancy: I asked you to do just one thing. Just stay awake and watch me. Just wake me if it looked like I was having a bad dream. And what did you do, you shit? (hits Glen on the knee) You fell asleep.

Nancy: You believe it's possible to dream about what's going to happen?
Glen: No.
Nancy: You believe in the bogeyman?
Glen: No. Rod killed Tina, and you know it.

Nancy: The killer's still loose, you know.
Lt. Thompson: You saying somebody else killed Tina? Who?
Nancy: I don't know who he is. But he's burned, he wears a weird hat, a red and green sweater, real dirty, and he uses some sort of knifes he's got made into a sort of glove. Like giant finger-nails.

Nancy: [at a sleep clinic] I don't see why you couldn't just give me a pill to keep me from dreaming.
Dr. King: Everyone's got to dream. If you don't dream, you go... (points to head)

Marge: What are dreams, anyway?
Dr. King: Mysteries. Incredible body hocus-pocus. Truth is we still don't know what they are or where they come from.
Marge: [after a brief moment] What happened? That needle sank like a rock.
Dr. King: She's entering deep sleep now. Heart rate's a little high due to anxiety, but otherwise she's nicely relaxed. All normal. She could dream at any time now. Right now she's like a diver on the bottom of an ocean no one's mapped yet. Waiting to see what shows up.

Marge: You didn't sleep, did you? The doctor says you have to sleep or you'll--
Nancy: Go even crazier?
Marge: I don't think you're going crazy, and stop drinking that damn coffee.