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