Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master, A quotes

View Quote [to Freddy] Rest in hell.

View Quote We have matching luggage again... The bags under your eyes.

View Quote It's Avoid All Contact Day.

View Quote [to Debbie, who had just squished a bug] Hey, Supergirl, it's dead. Give a bug a break.

View Quote [after Alice's shoe accidentally flies off while practicing karate and the shoe lands into a fish tank] Swish. Killed a fish.

View Quote [while fighting Freddy in his dream] How'ya gonna fight me without your weapon, Freddy?

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

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

View Quote Roland Kincaid: That don't mean dick.

View Quote 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.

View Quote 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.

View Quote Kristen: God, I hate dreaming.
Alice: Mmm, I love to dream. I just hate the ones about my dad.

View Quote Kristen: How do you know so much about dreams?
Alice: Well, when it's all you have you sort of become an expert.

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

View Quote 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 ****ing 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]