Debbie Stevens: What 17-year-old has fatal asthma?

Roland Kincaid: That don't mean dick.

Sheila Kopecky: [mocking Debbie] Oh, hi, handsome. Care for some buns?

Alice: [at Rick's funeral] This is it, guys. Mind over matter. [walks away]
Debbie: Mind over matter? Sheila used to say that. God, every day she changes.
Dan: No. It's after every death.

Alice: [Rick comes in and sits next to Alice, who is watching a video with Rick and Kristen in it in their happier days] You made her so happy then.
Rick: Yeah, before all this Freddy shit.
Alice: [Turns to Rick] You know, I saw it in my dream. Th-There was this horrible man--
Rick: [Interrupting Alice with a tone in his voice] Oh, who, Freddy? Freddy? Look, I don't want to hear about Freddy, okay. I heard it all from Kristen and I don't want to hear anymore. So just stop it.
Alice: I could smell the smoke. I can feel the fire. It wasn't a dream it was real!
Rick: I said stop it! She wasn't crazy and neither are you, so just stop it, please. God, why are you acting this way?
Alice: I don't know, Rick. Something happened in the dream and now. It's like she's a part of me.

Chorus Children: Now I lay me down to sleep. The Master of Dreams my soul will keep. In the reflection by my side...
Alice: Evil will see itself, and it shall die!
[shines stained glass pane at Freddy]

Dan: [in Dan's dream] Krueger!
Freddy: Well, it ain't Dr. Seuss.

Debbie: [in Alice's daydreams] Mm, there's Dan Jordan. Mm-hmm! We are talkin' one major-league hunk!
Alice: You know, you are one major-league hunk.
Dan: [laughs] Thanks, Alice.

Debbie: [in Debbie's dream] I don't believe in you.
Freddy: I believe in you.

Debbie: How can you ride this health hazard? You know, it's no wonder that you have asthma.
Sheila: No, you see, asthma is an inherited condition. Read a book now and then, you might know something.
Debbie: You know, speaking of books, isn't trig your favorite?
[Shelia nods yes and realizes what Debbie's asking]
Sheila: "Dynasty" again?
[Debbie smiles]
Sheila: Deb, do us a favor and get a VCR.

Elaine Parker: Something matter with the cuisine?
Kristen: Well, Mom I'll tell you, when two of your friends die in the same day, let me know what it does to your appetite.
Elaine Parker: You're just tired, don't think I haven't noticed you haven't been sleeping young lady. That has got to stop, honey.
Kristen: [suddenly gets up, feeling drowsy instantly] What's wrong with me?
Elaine Parker: Adolescent anxiety... this will make it better.
Kristen: [confused, she looks at lemonade which is murky. SHe drops the glass, which shatters onto the table] Oh God! What did you do?!
Elaine Parker: Oh please!
[grabs mom's purse and sleeping pills fall out]
Kristen: Jesus! Sleeping pills?!
Elaine Parker: Look Kristen I'm sorry it's just...
Kristen: Sorry?! Sorry after you and your tennis pals torched this guy and now he's after me?! In case you haven't been keeping score, it's his fucking banquet, and I'm the last course.
Elaine Parker: Kristen, we went over this in therapy!
Kristen: No mother, you just murdered me. Take that to your god damn therapy.
Elaine Parker: Kristen!
[runs out of the dining room, sedated and falling]

Freddy: [in Kristen's dream] Elm Street's last brat. Farewell.
Kristen: We beat you before!
Freddy: And now you're all alone! Kristen, why don't you, uh, (scrapes his nails on a pipe) call on one of your little friends? Maybe they could help.
Kristen: Never! I'm the last!
Freddy: Why don't you reach out, and cut someone?
Kristen: No!

Freddy: [in Sheila's dream] Wanna suck face?
Sheila: No!

Freddy: [after Freddy kills Kristen by throwing her into a flaming boiler, he rips his shirt open] The souls of my children--
Kristen: Alice! (zaps Freddy with power) You'll need my power!

Jock: [in response to Sheila's inhaler] Hey, baby. You're sucking on the wrong nozzle.
Debbie: Hey, yo, needle dick! I bet you're the only male in this school suffering from penis envy.