[Jason approaches two ravers]
Teammate: Check out this fucking guy.
Shack: Well, hey, Jethro. This is a rave, not a Halloween party. Why don't you go find yourself a pig to fuck?
Teammate: Yeah. Invite only, cornpoke,
[Poking Jason's chest on each word]
Teammate: and you... weren't... invite...
[Jason grabs Teammate's head and twists it around. Jason then pokes him in his chest... and he falls over, dead]
Shack: Son of a bitch.
[after seeing Jason at the rave]
Kia Waterson: Was that him? The guy you were talking about... Freddy Krueger?
Lori Campbell: No, that wasn't the guy in my dream. That was somebody else.
Charlie Linderman: Who cares about some fucking dream guy, okay? That psycho in the hockey mask was real.
Bill
Freeburg: Dude, that goalie was pissed about something.
Kia Waterson: [to Freddy] So you're the one everyone's afraid of? Tell me something. What kind of faggot runs around in a Christmas sweater? I mean, come on, get real. You're not even scary.
[taunting him]
Kia Waterson: You're not even scary. And let's talk about the butter knives. What is with the butter knives? You trying to compensate for
something? Maybe coming up a little short there between the legs, Mr. Krueger?
Freddy Krueger: Hmmm.
Kia Waterson: I mean, you've got these teensy-weensy little things and Jason has got this big old thing and like...
[Freddy points behind her, she turns, and there is Jason standing right in front of her with his machete]
[Bobby Davis appears in a bloody bathtub in Mark's nightmare]
Bobby Davis: Hey, Mark. You didn't forget about me, did you?
Mark Davis: Oh, God.
[Bobby speaks in Freddy Krueger's voice]
Freddy Krueger: Oh, that's right! Everyone forgot! That's why they weren't afraid anymore! That's why I needed Jason to kill for me to
get them to remember. But now he just won't stop...
[Bobby shows Mark his slit wrists]
Freddy Krueger: That hockey puck!
[In Jason's dream]
Mrs. Pamela Voorhees: [to Jason] Jason, my special, special boy. Do you know what your gift is? No matter what they do to you, you cannot die. You can never die. You've just been sleeping, honey. But now, the time has come to wake up. Mommy has something she wants you to do. I need you to go to Elm Street. The children have been very bad on Elm Street.
Rise up, Jason. Your work isn't finished. Hear my voice and live again. Make them remember me, Jason. Make them REMEMBER WHAT FEAR TASTES LIKE.
[after Jason leaves, Mrs. Voorhees morphs into Freddy Krueger]
Freddy Krueger: I've been away from my children for far too long.
Deputy Scott Stubbs: This Jason Voorhees supposedly drowned at Camp Crystal Lake back in 1957 when he was 11-years old. The counselors weren't watching him. Then they made the mistake of killing his mother. Now legend has it that Jason kept returning from his grave to punish whoever returned to the Camp.
Lori Campbell: [in Jason's nightmare, while young Jason is drowning in Crystal Lake] Aren't you going to help the kid?
Male Counselor: [having sex with a female counselor] Can't you see that I'm busy here?
Lori Campbell: You mean you're not coming?
Freddy Krueger: [the Counselor turns into Freddy Krueger and
it is revealed that he is having sex with a dead girl's body] It's not my fault this bitch is dead on her feet.
[he laughs, and waves the dead girl's hand at Lori]