He moved to sniff some white-and-yellow flowers. A nightmare. This was a nightmare. “You can’t really like flowers.” Again those dark eyes shifted to her. Blinked once. I most certainly do, he seemed to say.
Jack Skellington: The job I have for you is top secret. It requires skill, craft, cunning, mis... Shock: And we thought you didn't *like* us, Jack.
[to his new creation, as he inserts part of his own brain] Dr. Finkelstein: What a joy to think of all *we'll* have in common. *We'll* have conversations *worth* having.
Mayor: How horrible our Christmas will be! Jack Skellington: *No.* [the Mayor switches to his upset face] Jack Skellington: How *jolly*! Mayor: Oh. How *jolly* our Christmas will be.
Clown: [singing] I am the Clown with the tear-away face! [Pulls face off] Clown: [Demonic voice] Here in a *flash* and gone without a trace! [vanishes in a puff of smoke]
Harlequin Demon: [singing] Won't they be impressed, I am a ge-ni-us! See how I transform this old rat inTO a most deLIGHTful hat!
Jack Skellington: [singing] And on a dark cold night, under full moonlight, he flies into the fog like a vulture in the sky! [in a deeper tone] Jack Skellington: And they call him, Sandy... Clawssss...!
Oogie Boogie Man: [after having his sack body ripped open] Now look what you've done! My bugs! My bugs! My bugs!
Jack Skellington: Sally! I need your help most of all. Sally: You certainly do, Jack. I've had the most horrible vision! Jack Skellington: That's splendid!
Mayor: The King of Halloween has been blown to smithereens! Skeleton Jack is now a pile of dust! Lock, Shock, Barrel: Pile of dust! Pile of dust! Skeleton Jack is a pile of dust!
Shock: [singing] I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb. Barrel: *I'm* not the dumb one. Lock: You're no fun! Shock: Shut up! Lock: Make me!
Lock, Shock, Barrel: [singing] Kidnap the Sandy Claws, / beat him with a stick, / lock him up for ninety years, / see what makes him tick.
Tina's Mom: [On seeing Tina's torn nightgown] Tina, you either gotta cut your fingernails or ya gotta stop that kind of dreaming. One or the other.
Nancy: [looking in the mirror] This is just a dream, this isn't real. This is just a dream, he isn't real. He isn't... Nancy: [Freddy smashes through the mirror and grabs her]
Nancy: [after seeing that the house is now fully secured] Mother! What's with the bars? Marge: Security. Nancy: Security? Security from what? Marge: Not from what, from whom.
Nancy: Maybe I should just pick up that bottle and veg out with you; ignore everything going on around me by getting good and loaded. Marge: [Smacks Nancy]
One name always stands out when it comes to actors taking on the monsters of our nightmares - Robert Englund. In the 'Nightmare on Elm Street' series, Englund kept us awake as night with a striped shirt and his special glove.
Lewis Carroll. He was an odd one. Real name was Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Completely denied having anything to do with the Alice books. Daft as a brush. You'd have liked him!
I'll tell you one thing. Being with you keeps a girl fit.' The Doctor beamed breathlessly at her. 'Fun to be with and good for you. Gotta be just what the doctor ordered.
It is well if you go in for revenge to make it as complete as possible. ("The Vengeance Of The Dead")
An old dream with a shiny new veneer. It's fascinating, you know, how an obsolete madness is sometimes adopted and stylized in an attempt to ghoulishly preserve it. These are the days of second-hand fantasies and antiquated hysteria. ("The Chymist")
