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Have another one, sounds like you need it. |
Naah, I'm done. Got to be on shift in a couple hours. Aren't you going in? |
Nah. It's getting too cold for me, and my wonderful mother will kill me if I screw up my hair. She's got some model agency guy coming to dinner tomorrow night. |
Stop saying that, it's bullshit. |
I want to talk about the baby. |
Look. Dan's parents were pushing him. Pushing him hard. He was bitching about it at the party last night. He was under pressure. We all are. |
Pushy parents can make you more than a bit crazy. |
Bottom line, Alice. Anybody, supernatural or not, that wants to hurt you he'll have to go through us first. |
All of us. Right? |
Yeah, when are you gonna come to your senses? |
Next life. Oh, what's that? |
My undying love. Have some. |
Meet me later. Milkshakes. Cherry pie. Banana splits. And no mom! |
Pimples, heartburn, cellulite... and no modeling career. |
That club sucks, they card everybody. Let's just party at your place. |
You know my mother get real. What about Alice's? |
He's right. Sometimes I feel like I'm living with Melicertes. |
Who? |
Oh, he was this ancient guy I read about who like, killed his kids 'cause they didn't want to run the kingdom the way he thought they should. |
Oh man! I could've gone all night without looking at that. |
I don't believe this... All that gore you paint in the comics and you're squeamish? |
Give up, Mark, it's hopeless. |
I think I'm starting to wear her down. Have some anyway. |
Not to mention the heartbreak of psoriasis. |
Greta, come on. One burger with me? |
My dad's got this thing about drinking in the house. |
Well we gotta do something! |
I've got to write some of this down. |
That's why it's my fault Dan's dead. |
Mark, are you okay? |
Yeah. I'm just aces. |
I want to talk to both you guys about Greta. And... |
I'm very fucking sorry, but Greta is dead today. Could we interest you in someone else? |
I thought about that. |
She must've fallen asleep at the table... |
Then get out! |
Mark! |
Do you think I'm an idiot...for being in love with her? |
Nobody thinks that. |
Maybe it was her mother who killed her, with all that Polly Perfect shit. |
It wasn't her mother. The only reason we're still here is that none of us has slept since the grad party. |
Tell me some more about this Krueger guy. |
Why don't I go make some coffee. There's a lot to tell. |
Who's Jacob? |
My baby! |
What, you named it already? |
Whoa, slow down. How're you gonna hide from a guy like that, leave the planet? |
I don't know! |
Where are you going? |
I'm going to see what else I can find out about Mr. Fred Krueger |
I couldn't do that, Mark. He's my last link with Dan...No, I want him. |
Then we'll find another way. |
They think I'm nuts. |
That's their problem. |
No, it's our problem, Mark. If I don't deal with this, they really might try to take Jacob. You said she committed suicide? |
That's what the newspapers thought. She spent the rest of her life in the asylum. After Krueger's trial she flipped out and hung herself, so they thought. |
Meaning? |
They couldn't prove it. No body! Nuns bumping themselves off is bad for business. |
But I've seen her grave. |
Empty plot. Memorial stone. Vacant. They never did put her under. Cool, huh? |
Poor woman... |
No shit. |
I don't understand. |
She killed herself. Her soul's gonna be in torment. |
Hey, what's wrong with you let's see a smile. |
Had kind of a long night. |
Dan keeping you up again? Put a lock on that window, girl. |
No, the Dan part was nice... |
Good to see you again, Mr. Grey. I've got to go find Dan. |
Yeah, before they revoke his diploma. |
It was no accident. It was Krueger. He used to get in through my dreams, but not anymore. He's found some other way. |
Alice, it's no dream. I'm sorry...Dan's dead. |
Have you visited the little boy on my floor? Jacob, the one who looks kind of sad? |
There aren't any little boys on your floor. |
He must've wandered up from the children's ward. I just wondered what was wrong with him. |
Did everyone call everyone? |
They're waiting for us...but let's keep this dream stuff between you and me. |
What's that got to do with it? |
When Dan died you weren't even asleep. You said so. End of story. |
It was just an accident. Like with Dan. |
No accident. I tried to warn all of you about Krueger. |
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. |
You had me scared on the phone. What's wrong with the baby? |
I think Krueger's trying to do something to it. |
Oh, Alice...no. Honey, I love you but you're going to have to get a hold of yourself... |
Mark knows I'm not crazy. Ask him to show you his hands. |
I really think you need to calm down now, okay? |
I just can't figure out how he's getting in when I'm awake... |
I am your friend, and I'm worried sick about you. But, you're like a locked safe. You've gotta start dealing with reality. |
Krueger is reality. |
And so is your baby. You've got more than just yourself to think of now! |
What do you think I'm doing? Look. Whether you believe it or not, Krueger is back. He's after the baby and if I don't try to do something about it, who will?? |
All I know is that you are not doing yourself or the baby any good by acting like a crazy woman. Why don't you take off leave Springwood and cool out somewhere for a while? |
Goddamn it, Yvonne! You don't just run away from this guy! He finds you in your dreams. |
Look...we're all tired. None of us had any sleep since Friday night... |
That's the only reason you're alive... |
Are you alright? |
Yeah...So that's him. And you're not crazy. |
You think that's the place she's buried? |
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