Victor Duncan: Why don't you do yourself a favor and go back to your white-bread, suburban, cesspool land while you still have a chance?
Rick Latimer: I can't.
Donna: So tell me, what do you feel?
Rowdy Abilene: One man's dream is another man's lunch.
Donna: You son of a bitch.
Tom Beck: What the hell is that?
Sanchez: A flame-thrower man, can you believe it? Patrol picked this up off some homeboy on the street.
Alex Forrest: You're here with a strange girl being a naughty boy.
Dan Gallagher: I don't think having dinner with anybody's a crime.
Taryn White: Who is he?
Nancy Thompson: His name is Freddy Krueger. He was a child murderer before he died, and after he died... well, he became something worse.
Ernest P. Worrell: No. I-I can't eat on an empty stomach.
J.C. Wiatt: I can't have a baby because I have a 12:30 lunch meeting.
Chris Hammond: How can she stand to be so close to her own body without constantly feeling herself up?
Dr. Cynthia Sheldrake: There is a distinct difference between killing someone and fucking them.
Jimmy Garrett: A human pilot would react differently, because a human pilot would know that he's going to die.