Kristen Parker Quotes in A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors (1987)

Kristen Parker: Five, six, grab a crucifix. Seven, eight, better stay up late. Nine, ten, never... never...

Nancy Thompson: Never sleep again. Where did you learn that rhyme?

Nancy Thompson: I used to live in this house.

Kristen Parker: That's just a house I dream about.

Kristen Parker: The man in my dreams... he's real, isn't he?

Nancy Thompson: He's real.

Kristen Parker: Well just go ahead and fight. 'Cause that what he wants.

Will Stanton: Who?

Jennifer Caulfield: Who do you think? What does he want?

Kristen Parker: To turn us against each other other so we'll be be weak. Easy pray.

Roland Kincaid: Horseshit.

Nancy Thompson: No, she's right.

Roland Kincaid: Yo, Freddy! Where you hiding at, you burnt-faced pussy?

Nancy Thompson: Hey! We should, find the others first.

Roland Kincaid: You think you're hot shit with the little mute kid, don't ya? Well let me see you come get a piece of me! Krueger! Pussy! Yeah, I knew he was a little chicken.

[Door appears behind them]

Roland Kincaid: Shit.

Nancy Thompson: It's a door.

Roland Kincaid: But, it doesn't go anywhere.

Kristen Parker: Yes, it does.

Nancy Thompson: This is it. Are you ready?

Roland Kincaid: Let's snuff, the sucka!

[while fighting with Dr. Simms]

Kristen Parker: You stupid bitch, you're killing us... YOU'RE KILLING US.

[as Joey screams destroying Freddy's Hall of Mirrors to save the others]

Joey: Wow. Did I say that?

Roland Kincaid: You found your dream power man.

Kristen Parker: You saved us, Joey.

Roland Kincaid: [picks up Joey] You blew him away!

Freddy Krueger: Elm Street's last brat. Farewell.

Kristen Parker: We beat you before!

Freddy Krueger: And now you're all alone! Kristen, why don't you - uh - call on one of your little friends? Maybe they could help.

Kristen Parker: Never! I'm the last!

Freddy Krueger: Why don't you... reach out... and cut someone?

[Kristen screams]

Kristen Parker: We have matching luggage again. The bags under your eyes. Nightmares?

Alice Johnson: Yeah.

Kristen Parker: God, I hate dreaming.

Alice Johnson: Mmm. I love to dream. I just hate the ones about my Dad.

Kristen Parker: How do you handle your nightmares?

Alice Johnson: My Mom taught me when I was little. Did you ever hear of the dream master?

Kristen Parker: Sounds like a game show host to me.

Alice Johnson: No, it's a rhyme. Just have to dream about someplace fun. Remember, you're in control.

Kristen Parker: How do you know so much about dreams?

Alice Johnson: When, when it's all you have, you kinda become an expert.

Freddy Krueger: [Disguised as the school nurse]

[Wakes Kristen with smelling salts]

Freddy Krueger: Feeling better now?

Kristen Parker: What happened?

Freddy Krueger: Don't worry, you had quite a nasty bump.

[turns around and starts to laugh darkly before turning around as himself]

Freddy Krueger: I wanna draw some blood!

Kristen Parker: NO!

[is woken up by smelling salts]

Kristen Parker: No!

Nurse: Feeling better now?

Kristen Parker: What happened?

Nurse: You had quite a nasty bump.

Kristen Parker: How do you know so much about dreams?

Alice Johnson: Well, when it's all you have you sort of become an expert.

Kristen Parker: Joey! Kincaid! Help me!

Kristen Parker: God, I hate dreaming.

Alice Johnson: Mmm, I love to dream. I just hate the ones about my dad.

Elaine Parker: Something matter with the cuisine?

Kristen Parker: Well, Mom, I'll tell you, when two of your friends die in the same day, let me know what it does to your appetite.

Elaine Parker: Your just tired, don't think I haven't noticed you haven't been sleeping young lady, that has got to stop honey.

Kristen Parker: [suddenly gets up, feeling drowsy instantly] What's wrong with me?

Elaine Parker: Adolescent anxiety. This will make it better.

Kristen Parker: [confused, looks at lemonade which is murky] Oh, God! What did you do?

Elaine Parker: Oh, Kristen.

[grabs her Mom's purse and sleeping pills fall out]

Kristen Parker: Jesus! Sleeping pills!

Elaine Parker: Look, Kristen. I'm sorry. It's just...

Kristen Parker: Sorry? Sorry that you and your tennis pals torched this guy and now he's after me? In case you haven't been keeping score, it's his fucking banquet! And I'm the last course.

Elaine Parker: Kristen, we went over this in therapy!

Kristen Parker: No mother, you just murdered me. Take that to your goddamn therapy.

Elaine Parker: Kristen!

Kristen Parker: No.

[runs out of the dining room, sedated and falling, and up to her bedroom]

Roland Kincaid: Listen, little sister, you got this freako talent to bring folds into your dream, but we don't need it anymore. Time to start living like regular people.

Joey Crusel: Yeah. Let it rest. Did it ever occur to you that if you keep going in, you might stir him up again? Look, we'll help you. We all have better things to dream about.

Roland Kincaid: [slaps Joey a high five] You got that right. Signed and sealed.

Kristen Parker: [shows the bite from Kincaid's dog] Then what about this?

Roland Kincaid: That don't mean dick. My dog is like me. Drag him into your crazy dream, and he gets wild.

Dan Jordan: So, uh, why the haunted house?

Kristen Parker: It's not just a house. It's his home. He waiting in there for me to dream.

Rick Johnson: Hey, it's okay. We're with you.

Kristen Parker: I told you, you can't help me. This isn't a normal nightmare. I'm history.

[first lines]

Alice: Hello.

Kristen Parker: Do you live here?

Alice: Nobody lives here.

Kristen Parker: Where's Freddy?

Alice: Heh, heh. He's not home.