A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master

Hello.

Do you live here?

Nobody lives here.

Where's Freddy?

He's not home.

One, two

Freddy's coming for you

Three, four

Better lock your door

Five, six

Grab your crucifix

Be calm, Kristen.

Joey!

Kincaid!

Help me!

Aw, shit, Kristen, not again.

I'm sorry, Kincaid.

Sorry?

You are one spooked chick.

Thank God.

- I thought for a minute...

- What?

Dragging us in here?

Yeah. Cut it out.

You're putting one serious dent

in my beauty sleep.

It's Freddy. He's here.

I heard him.

Freddy is dead...

buried and consecrated.

We won, remember?

He's coming back for us.

Kincaid's right.

Fred Krueger's history.

Come here.

The pipes are cold.

The boiler is cold.

See for yourself.

I don't know.

How are you, Mr. Johnson?

That's nice.

Hi, Kristen.

Rick will be out any second.

You going out dressed like that?

What's wrong with me this time?

I'll just wait by the car.

Me, too.

Something wrong with the stairs?

It's avoid all contact day.

What?

When Dad's popping aspirin

like popcorn...

it's avoid all contact day.

Waiting for a limo?

I'm off to the club, honey!

Let's go.

All right,

anybody have trig this semester?

What happened?

I had a conflict...

homework or "Dynasty"...

and "Dynasty" won.

Sad story.

Soaps will kill you.

Mmm. There's Dan Jordan.

We are talking

one major-league hunk.

You know,

you are one major-league hunk.

Thanks, Alice.

Earth to Alice.

Hey, you spacing again?

Rick, please.

Well, tell you what,

he's a friend of mine.

I'll introduce you.

Just kidding.

But I would introduce her.

All right.

I think I see salvation.

How can you ride

this health hazard?

It's no wonder

that you have asthma.

No, you see, asthma is

an inherited condition.

Read a book now and then,

you might know something.

Speaking of books,

isn't trig your favorite?

'"Dynasty" again?

Deb, do us a favor

and get a VCR.

Hey, baby...

you're sucking

on the wrong nozzle.

Hey, yo, needle dick!

I bet you're the only male

in this school...

suffering from penis envy.

I owe you one.

- So disgusting.

- Hey, Supergirl, it's dead.

Give a bug a break.

- Hi, guys.

- Hi, guys?

That's all you have to say

after last night?

You better be careful.

He's coming back.

Listen, little sister...

you got this freako talent to

bring folks into your dream...

but we don't need it anymore.

Time to start living

like regular people.

Yeah. Let it rest.

Did it ever occur to you

if you keep going in...

you might stir him up again?

Look, we'll help you.

We all have better things

to dream about.

You got that right...

signed and sealed.

Then what about this?

That don't mean dick.

My dog is like me...

drag him into your crazy dream,

and he gets wild.

Here comes your boyfriend.

Can he give you

a good night's sleep?

We don't kiss and tell.

How about you guys?

Look, we'll talk later,

all right?

Those guys are kinda spooky.

Oh... then you must think

I'm a total freak.

I go back and forth.

Hey, lighten up. No one died.

Hi, Dad.

Looking for something?

Shithead.

I'm late. I know.

Damn contracts.

Let's eat.

We waited a long time.

And we gave up, as usual.

You call this vegetation a meal

after a ten-hour workday?

What the hell am I, a rabbit?

Christ, Alice,

try to think a little more.

Yeah, I can think.

I can think of how sick I am...

of watching you

drink your life away...

and taking it out on me.

I'm talking to you.

Are you awake or what?

Dad, don't start.

Start what?

Telling the little daydreamer

to wake up?

It's long overdue.

I don't need this aggravation.

Jason.

Come on, boy, come on.

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