Beverly: What the- My sweaters!
Freddy Krueger: You got good taste, lady. [evil laugh]
Beverly: Whatever, I don't care what happens to me. I'm already living my worst nightmare.
Freddy Krueger: Huh? I thought I was doing a pretty damn good job here.
Beverly: No, you're great with the knifey hands and the melting-candle face. It's just... [sighs] Adam said he wished I wasn't his mother.
Freddy Krueger: Oh, geez. That's an awful thing to say. Mm. I'm-a kill him.
Beverly: No. The more I think about it, I deserved what Adam said. I was terrible to Jackie's parents.
Freddy Krueger: Parents. [chuckling] Who needs 'em? I never knew any of my fathers, and I turned out just fine.
Beverly: I don't see how that applies to me, but I couldn't stand the Gearys because of the way they parented. But, then, they were able to help Adam, and I wasn't.
Freddy Krueger: Eh, this is getting way too touchy-feely for this cowboy. [bleep] it, time to die!
Beverly: No. Time to get my [bleep] son back.
Freddy Krueger: Hey! I say the [bleep] around here, lady!
Beverly: Not anymore, Mr. Kroeger.
Freddy Krueger: Krueger! It's Krueger!