A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child Page #4

All of us. Right?

That's what I'm afraid of.

How was the meeting?

- Sobering.

- Very funny.

When did you become

such a smart shopper?

Ever since my little girl

became a mom.

You disappointed in me?

No, I'm not.

I sort of hope it's a boy.

It'd be nice to hear a boy

playing in the house again.

Just don't make a habit of it.

It's true.

People are always mistaking us

for sisters.

Greta certainly has

the perfect body for modeling.

You know,

Eileen Ford is a friend of mine.

I told her about you.

She's very interested.

Greta, you're being offered

the opportunity of a lifetime.

I think you should show

a little gratitude.

One of my friends

died yesterday, Mother.

Do you mind if I take

a few hours off to remember him?

But we're having a party, dear.

I read about him.

Drunk or something, wasn't he?

Oh, he was just a friend

of Greta's.

Not someone special.

Not someone she was seeing.

You understand.

No, thank you. I'm not hungry.

Aren't you eating?

I really don't feel up to it.

Really, dear,

you ought to try something.

You're the one

who's always slapping my hand...

about my weight, Mother.

That's why we diet, dear...

so we can eat at social events

and not upset the other guests.

Tell you what.

Why don't I just eat

the whole goddamn tray...

go throw up, and come back

for seconds, all right?

Madam, if I may.

Bon apptit, b*tch.

Filet de Barbie.

Nothing but the best for Greta.

Open wide!

Second helping!

Don't talk

with your mouth full, dear!

You are what you eat!

Poor baby.

There.

Dad!

Dad, help!

Honey? How's dinner coming?

I can't believe

this sh*t is happening.

Just hang in there, Yvonne.

Man, I know Mark

is gonna be wigging out.

We just got to keep tight.

We'll get through, OK?

I know he's back here somewhere,

girls.

I think he's pretty upset.

Mark, you OK?

Fine. Just aces.

I want to talk to you guys

about Greta.

I'm terribly sorry,

but Greta's dead today.

Perhaps we could interest you

in someone else.

Look, it was an accident,

just like Dan's.

No accident.

I tried to warn all of you

about Krueger.

Alice, please.

I thought about that.

She must have fallen asleep

while she was at the table.

This is getting

a little sick, guys.

Too bad.

I don't understand

what's happening.

Krueger has to use my dreams...

but he got to Dan and Greta

while I was awake.

How's he doing it?

Why don't you two

stick to reality?

Why don't you shut up

and let her talk?

Two of us have died

in the past two days.

Does that just strike you

as particularly normal?

I'm not finished.

I loved Greta, a lot.

And if maybe, just maybe...

someone or something

killed her...

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