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~Something's wrong. It never gets this high!

~Dammit! Where are you? Where are you Krueger?

~You want to know who Fred Krueger was? He was a filthy child murderer who killed at least 20 kids in the neighborhood. Kids we all knew.

~Well he scraped his fingernails along things. Actually they were more like fingerknives or something. Something he'd made himself. They made a horrible sound

~We don't need a stretcher in there. We need a mop!

~I just asked you to do one thing, to stay awake and watch me and to wake me up if it looked like I was having a bad dream, and what did you do, you shit?

~I'm going to split you in two.

~Hey, up yours with a twirling lawnmower!

~One, two, Freddy's coming for you.

Three, four, better lock your door.

Five, six, grab your crucifix.

Seven, eight, better stay awake.

Nine, ten, never sleep again.

~Shit, I hope not. My mom told me my dad was a cross-dressing Marine drill sargeant.

~He's been a very bad boy, Nick.

~ Oh, attitude. I like that in a girl.

~Come to daddy, boys!

~Time to die, cowboy.

~ I don't give a shit... I could be dead tomorrow.

~I've got an opening for a new girlfriend. What do you say?

~We are fucked. Take a look at the world we inherited. We're a bunch of fast-food munching MTV freaks humping the great Amercian Dream. The generation before us sold their innocence for 200 digitally enhanced satellite stations, and it's been downhill ever since. They had Mickey Mouse, Easy Rider and The Beatles. Alright? We got South Park, The Blair Bitch and Ricky Martin. Alright? They had "Be here now!". We got "Shit Happens!". If that doesn't put thinks in perspective, i dunno what does. I mean, we're just Microsoft Neanderthals addicted to surfing netland, still shitting in our nests. And every time i think about giving a rat's ass, i picture Monica making millions from sucking Bill's little red rooster. Just rockets me right back into reality.

~We're sorta like 7-Eleven. We're not always doing business, but we're always open.

~There are varying degrees of evil, we urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over, into true corruption, into our domain.

~They can suck my pathetic little dick, and I'll dip my nuts in marinara sauce just so the fat bastards can get a taste of home while they're at it.

~Television. Television is the explanation for this - you see this in bad television. Little assault guys creeping through the vents, coming in through the ceiling - that James Bond shit never happens in real life! Professionals don't do that!

~Fuck it! There's so much shit that pisses me off! You guys should recruit, 'cause I'm sick and fucking tired of walking down the street, waiting for one of these crack-piping, ass-wiping, motherless lowlifes to get me!

~So you're telling me it was one guy with six guns, and he was a senior frigging citizen?

~The question is not how far. The question is, do you possess the constitution, the depth of faith, to go as far is as needed?

~I'll shoot myself in the head, you can tell me that cat's name! Go ahead! Your what? Your precious, little...

~And Shepherds we shall be



For thee, my Lord, for thee.



Power hath descended forth from Thy hand



Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.



So we shall flow a river forth to Thee



And teeming with souls shall it ever be.



In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti