Tina Gray: All day long I've been seeing that guy's weird face and hearing those fingernails.
Nancy: Fingernails? That's amazing you saying that. That made me remember the dream I had last night.
Tina Gray: What'd you dream?
Nancy: I dreamed about a guy in a dirty red and green sweater.
[Glen looks up, curious]
Tina Gray: Well what about the fingernails?
Nancy: 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
[Imitating nails on a chalkboard]
Nancy: screeech.