A Nightmare On Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors (1987)

Freddy Krueger: Welcome to prime time, bitch! [Pulls girl's head into the TV.]

Freddy Krueger: You're mine now, piggy.

Kristen Parker: Well just go ahead and fight. 'Cause that what he wants.
Will Stanton: Who?
Jennifer Caulfield: Who do you think? What does he want?
Kristen Parker: To turn us against each other other so we'll be be weak. Easy pray.
Roland Kincaid: Horseshit.
Nancy Thompson: No, she's right.

Freddy Krueger: What a rush.

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.

Thompson: Fred Kreuger is dead. You've always had such a hard time understanding that.
Nancy Thompson: You know what he did. He's doing it again.
Dr. Neil Gordon: She's telling the truth, sir.
Thompson: I don't think we've ever met, friend. This doesn't concern you.
Nancy Thompson: I think we can stop him. Stop him for good this time, but we need to know where his bones were hidden.
Thompson: It was good seeing you again, princess. Next time, don't stay away so long.

Nancy Thompson: I used to live in this house.
Kristen Parker: That's just a house I dream about.

Freddy Krueger: Will, you look tired. Have a seat.
Will Stanton: No thanks. I'm fine just the way I am.
Freddy Krueger: For now, maybe... but when you wake up... It's back... in the saddle... again.

William 'Will' Stanton: I'm in.
Taryn White: Me, too.
Roland Kincaid: Let's go kick the motherfucker's ass all over dreamland.

Roland Kincaid: Let's snuff the sucka.

Kristen Parker: Five, six, grab a crucifix. Seven, eight, better stay up late. Nine, ten, never... never.
Nancy Thompson: Never sleep again. Where did you learn that rhyme?

Roland Kincaid: Ain't gonna dream no more, no more. Ain't gonna dream no more. All night long I sing this song. Ain't gonna dream no more.

Freddy Krueger: Joey... look. All the little piggies come home.
Nancy Thompson: Let him go, Krueger.
Freddy Krueger: Your wish... is my command.

Max: Say, listen Doc, I got a new theory about all these suicides. Right?
Dr. Neil Gordon: Don't hold back on us, Max. We need all the help we can get.
Max: It's fucked up chromosomes, man. Think about it. All their parents dropped acid during the sixties.
Dr. Neil Gordon: Well, it beats Simm's theory. She thinks it's nothing but sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll.
Max: Shit. That's what keeps people alive.