Louis Creed: My father used to have a saying, Jud. God sees the truth... But waits.
Ray Peterson: So they keep to themselves, can you blame them? They live next door to people who break in their house, and burn IT down while they're gone for the day.
Freddy Krueger: It's a boy.
Alex Whitaker: I had this dream and I came here to make sure it didn't come true.
Lilly: Oh, Riff, since Cindy's not feeling well, looks like you and I are gonna be partners.
Riff: No fuckin' way.
Rennie: There is a maniac trying to kill us.
Waitress: Welcome to New York.
Meeker: National Guard will take him to a maximum security facility where he'll stay till the day he dies.
Jamie: He'll never die.
Bub: I swear to God. If my brother hadn't hit him in the head repeatedly with a blender, he would've killed me.
Linda: A blender?
Bub: Yeah, uh... a Hamilton Beach Blender.
Giles Redferne: The alter table, he broked it?
Kassandra: Yeah, he "broked" it.
Marylou Summers: The Devil was a werewolf... Wow, that's incredible.
Koster: Alright you bunch of pussies! I'm back and I'm kicking ass.
Horace Pinker: This BarcaLounger's gonna kick your ass, boy.
Scott McCarthy: Never sneak up on a man when he's blasting Metallica.
Tony Vincenti: Who the hell are you kidding? You're going up there to take on Casper the fucking ghost. You don't need a detective... you need Bill Murray for Christ's sake.
Col. Jason Grant: Oh, Christ. That's what we are - spare parts.
Beth: You can't walk... and you're getting worse.
Martin Brundle: I'm getting...better.
Snyder: I did everything by the book, I followed my orders.
Dr. Diane Norris: Get my kit.
Martin: I realise you must have gone through hell.
Justin Jones: Gone? Bitch, we're still here.
Hughie Warriner: Don't you believe me?
Dwight Ingalls: Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
Coach Harris: Fuck you too.
Dwight Ingalls: You can't talk to students like that.
Coach Harris: Fuck you! Now suit up.