A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master

Kristen:
We have matching luggage again. The bags under your eyes. Nightmares?

Alice:
Yeah.

Kristen:
God, I hate dreaming.

Alice:
Mmm. I love to dream. I just hate the ones about my Dad.

Kristen:
How do you handle your nightmares?

Alice:
My Mom taught me when I was little. Did you ever hear of the dream master?

Kristen:
Sounds like a game show host to me.

Alice:
No, it's a rhyme. Just have to dream about someplace fun. Remember, you're in control.

Kristen:
How do you know so much about dreams?

Alice:
When, when it's all you have, you kinda become an expert.

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

Freddy:
I believe in you.

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 sh*t.

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 could 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.

Kincaid:
Kristen! Freddy's back! Freddy's back! Freddy's back!

[Freddy stabs Kincaid in the stomach]

Kincaid:
I'll see you in hell.

Freddy:
Tell 'em Freddy sent ya.

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 f***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 goddamn 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!

Chorus Children:
Now I lay me down to sleep. The Master of Dreams my soul will keep. In the reflection of my mind's eye...

Alice:
Evil will see itself, and it shall die!

[shines stained glass pane at Freddy]