A Nightmare On Elm Street 4: The Dream Master1988

Elaine Parker:
Something matter with the cuisine?

Kristen:
Well, Mom, I'll tell you, when two of your friends die in the same day, let me know what it does to your appetite.

Elaine Parker:
You're just tired. Don't think I haven't noticed you haven't been sleeping, young lady. That has got to stop, honey.

Kristen:
[suddenly gets up, feeling drowsy instantly] What's wrong with me?

Elaine Parker:
Adolescent anxiety. This will make it better.

Kristen:
[confused, she looks at lemonade which is murky. She drops the glass, which shatters onto the table] Oh, God! What did you do!

Elaine Parker:
Oh, please!

[grabs mom's purse and sleeping pills fall out]

Kristen:
Jesus! Sleeping pills!

Elaine Parker:
Look Kristen, I'm sorry. It's just...

Kristen:
Sorry! Sorry after you and your tennis pals torched this guy, and now he's after me? In case you haven't been keeping score, it's his f***ing banquet, and I'm the last course.

Elaine Parker:
Kristen, we went over this in therapy!

Kristen:
No mother, you just murdered me. Take that to your goddamn therapy.

Elaine Parker:
Kristen!

[runs out of the dining room, sedated and falling]