John, Kid in Classroom: Oh, God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
Cop: You won't need a stretcher up there, you need a mop.
Hall Guard: Where's your pass?
Nancy Thompson: Screw your pass.
Glen Lantz: I'm going to punch out your ugly lights, whoever you are.
Children: One, two, Freddy's coming for you. / Three, four, better lock your door. / Five, six, grab your crucifix. / Seven, eight, gonna stay up late. / Nine, ten, never sleep again.
Glen Lantz: We have reason to believe there may be something very strange going on.
Lt. Thompson: You got that right.
Nancy Thompson: What are you doing here?
Lt. Thompson: There's an unsolved murder and I hate unsolved murders, especially ones that my daughter is mixed up in. What are you doing here?
Nancy Thompson: Look, I just gotta see that he's okay.
Sgt. Garcia: I just checked on him ten minutes ago, he's sleeping like a baby. He's not going anywhere.
Marge Thompson: Nancy, you are going to get some sleep tonight if it kills me.
Fred Krueger: I'm your boyfriend now, Nancy.
Rod Lane: Don't look at me like I'm some fuckin' fruitcake or something! I'm warning you.
Tina Gray: Nancy, you dreamed about the same creep I did.
Nancy Thompson: Come on, Freddy. Can't you catch me?
Fred Krueger: I'm going to split you in two.
Glen Lantz: Miss Nude America is going to be on tonight.
Mrs. Lantz: How can you hear what she's going to say?
Glen Lantz: Who cares what she says?
Nancy Thompson: I'm into survival.
Nancy Thompson: Oh, God. I look 20 years old.