I'm gonna split you in two.

I'm your boyfriend now, Nancy.

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)