Mark Davis: "Hypnocil." What does this shit do anyway? How come we all have to take it?
Kinsey Park: Keeps you nice and docile while I kick your little ass.
Mark Davis: [swallows pill with water] I'm fine with that.
Kinsey Park: [switches off the television] Sorry, Will. You know the rules.
Will Rollins: Turn that back on. I somebody who lives in that house. Come on, turn it back on, man. I never ask for anything. Just turn on the fucking TV, please.
[Male Nurse lays the tranquilizer kit in front of Will]
Will Rollins: Fuck you, man. What
the fuck is your problem?
Mark Davis: [pulls Will away] What are you doing, man? You want 10 cc's of that pink tranquilizer in your ass?
Kia Waterson: Linderman, you know, I always pictured you as a straight-up bed-wetter.
Charlie Linderman: You know what, Kia? I used to think you hated me because you thought I wasn't good enough for Lori, but that's not it. You tear me down to make yourself feel better, because you really hate yourself, which is kind of pathetic when you actually stop and
think about it. Assuming, of course, you *can* think, with all that make-up weighing down your head.
[Linderman leaves; Kia and Lori look impressed]
[tormenting Mark in his nightmares]
Freddy Krueger: [disguised as Mark's brother] I need you to send a little message for me. That's all, just a little message.
Mark Davis: I'm not gonna do it. I won't do it!
[fully transformed back into himself]
Freddy Krueger: No?
[slams the gloved hand on the wall next to
Mark's ear]
Mark Davis: I won't do it.
[grabs Mark by his shirt sleeves and points a bladed finger at him]
Freddy Krueger: I'll have to pass that message myself. Won't I, hmm?
[Deleted scene]
Freddy Krueger: [to Jason] You think that I'm afraid of you? Huh? Now that we're in the real world? Come on!
[Jason swings his machete twice at Freddy and misses]
Freddy Krueger: You're slow, you're stupid, and you got no style.
[Jason swings machete down at Freddy and misses again, the machete gets stuck in the
floorboard, Freddy kicks him in the groin]
Freddy Krueger: No balls, huh, Voorhees?
Lori Campbell: What is it, Linderman?
Charlie Linderman: Well, I heard what happened, and I just wanna express how - Or tell you how sorry I was.
Lori Campbell: Thank you. That's sweet.
Charlie Linderman: Right. You know, actually if you need anybody to talk to or maybe...
Kia Waterson:
Whoa, Linderman, let me give you a tip. Place your hormones back in the box and quit while ahead, okay? We don't have time for date-a-dork right now. Thanks.
[Lori and Kia walk off]
Charlie Linderman: Right. Sorry.
Kia Waterson: I swear, every day is the same thing. He's like one of those fucking froufrou dogs that keeps humping your legs.
Beer Line Girl: The cops said Blake committed suicide. Apparently it was grief over Trey.
Beer Line Guy: No, man, that's bullshit. I heard some guy Krueger killed them both. Said his name to my parents, they almost shit themselves.
Bill Freeburg: Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, and I heard that Freddy freak, he used to live here. Fucking
gutted Trey like a goddamn turkey, man. Like, I heard his intestines and shit was on the floor...
[Freeburg turns to see Trey's girlfriend, Gibb, glaring at him]
Bill Freeburg: Oh, shit. I'm sorry.
[Gibb throws her cup at Freeburg]
Lori Campbell: [to Linderman] What happened to your clothes?
Charlie Linderman: Oh, this?
[gestures to his alcohol-stained clothes]
Charlie Linderman: I was... playing a drinking game with some of the lower primates... and I guess I'm penalized for my ability to read above a fourth-grade level.