Tiffany:
My mother always said love would set me free, but I've been a prisoner because of my love for you.
Tiffany:
My mother always said love was supposed set you free. But that's not true, Chucky. I've been a prisoner of my love for you for a very long time. Now it's payback time.
Chucky:
[
stuck in playpen] You let me outta here right now!
Tiffany:
Sweet dreams, asshole.
Tiffany:
Curiosity killed the cat.
David:
Yuck. Not my type. I'm so over that whole uniform thing.
Tiffany:
Auday duay dumbalar. Give me the power, I beg of you. Auday duay dumbalar. Give me the power, I beg of you. La mwar de sway de pwa de yo. Se swa seten de pwa de mor. Auday deway dum balar. Awake!
Tiffany:
You never really actually killed anybody, did you? Did you? Did you? You little worm!
Tiffany:
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. Back on your knees. Crawl. Good boy. Stay down on the floor where you belong. That's right.
Damien:
Don't tell me Schmucky is one of those dolls who wets his pants.
David:
Screw him. If I were you, I would take Jade get the hell outta Dodge and never look back.
Tiffany:
Jesse, honey, could you give me a hand with this?
[
referring to trunk with Damien's body in it]
Jesse:
[
washing van] Yeah, okay, uh, just a second.
Jesse:
Thanks, sweet face. I owe you one.
Jade:
This is a new low.
Chief Warren Kincaid:
For you too. Get in the car.
Jade:
Bite me.
Tiffany:
Ten years is a long time, Chucky. Besides, I was never actually with him. You know me. I'll kill anybody, but I'll only sleep with someone I love.
Tiffany:
Now you watch me.
[
looks at Chucky]
Tiffany:
Both of you.
Jade:
My parents liked all my friends.
Jade:
A woman spends all day over a hot stove slaving away for her man. The least he can do is the dishes.
Chucky:
What would Martha Stewart say?
Tiffany:
Fuck Martha Stewart! Martha Stewart can kiss my shiny plastic butt! I've spent all day over a hot stove, making cookies and making Swedish meatballs, and for what? A man who doesn't appreciate me! A man who can't even wash one fucking dish! A man who isn't even a man at all where it counts if you get my drift! -to Jade- Believe me honey, plastic is no substitute for a nice hunk of wood!
Chucky:
I didn't hear her complaining last night.Any guy who is a big hunk of plastic is probably battery operated to get a reaction out of you in bed. And by the way, where the hell did you learn to bake?
David:
[
calls Jesse after watching the news on the murder of Needlenose] What the fuck?
Chucky:
Fine! Kill me! I'll be back! I always come back! But dying is such a bitch!
Tiffany:
Oh, Chucky, have you got a rubber?
Chucky:
Tiff?
Tiffany:
Yes, Chucky?
Chucky:
Look at me! I'm all rubber!
Tiffany:
Oh. I thought you were plastic.
Stoner:
Rude fuckin' doll.
Jesse:
They think we're mass murderers!
David:
Multiple murderers, actually. Mass murderers kill a whole lot of people at the same time, like at the post office.
Chief Warren Kincaid:
So, I've heard a lot about you, David. I understand you're off to Princetown next fall.
David:
Yes, sir.
Chief Warren Kincaid:
What are you gonna study?
David:
Theatre arts.
Chief Warren Kincaid:
But on an athletic scholarship, right? Playing hockey?
David:
Figure skating.
Tiffany:
You know me, I'd kill anybody, but I'd only sleep with the man I love.
Chucky:
I give them six months, three if she gains weight.
Jesse:
How'd you end up like this?
Tiffany:
It's a long story.
Chucky:
Let me put it this way. If this were a movie, it would take three or four sequels to do it justice.
Tiffany:
[
They need something from Hackensack, New Jersey] So let's go get it.
Chucky:
Oh sure, I'll steer and you work the pedals. We're dolls, you dope!
Spelling Computer:
Spell "woman".
Spelling Computer:
B-I-T-C-H. That is incorrect. The correct spelling of woman in "W-O-M...
Chucky:
[
throws spelling computer against the wall] Shows how much you know.
[
Warren is trying to get into Jesse's van, and goes off for a crowbar]
Tiffany:
Who the hell's this bozo? What's he doing?
Chucky:
Screwing with our ride, that's what.
[
pulls out knife]
Chucky:
Ahh, what the hell, I need the exercise.
Tiffany:
Were you born with that knife superglued to your hand or what?
Chucky:
What are you talking about?
Tiffany:
For god's sake Chucky, drag yourself into the 90s. Stabbings went out with Bundy and Dahmer. You look like Martha Stewart with that thing.
Chucky:
Who the fuck is Martha Stewart?
Tiffany:
My idol. And what does Martha tell you to do when friends drop by for dinner and you haven't had time to shop? You improvise.
Tiffany:
God, was Chucky an incredible lover! He was the best I ever had.
Damien:
Oh, come on, Tiff. He ain't big enough to handle a woman like you?
Chucky:
It ain't the size that counts, asshole - it's what you do with it.
Diane:
[
picks up Tiffany] Oh Russ, have you ever seen anything so cute in your life! What an excellent idea for a wedding gift!
[
picks up Chucky, disgusted]
Diane:
Oh, well this one has a face only a mother could love.
Chucky:
Hi, I'm Chucky, and I wouldn't talk if I were you! Hidy-ho. Hahaha.
Bride doll:
I promise to honor, love, and cherish, till death us do part.
Chucky:
You got that right!
Chief Warren Kincaid:
Jade, when you're 18 you can go to hell for all I care. But until then, I'm stuck with you, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you embarass me by winding up on Jerry Springer with some trailer trash low-life.
Jesse:
You fuck.
Chief Warren Kincaid:
But you won't. Not Jade anyway, not anymore.
Jesse:
You can't keep us from seeing each other.
Warren:
I'm the chief of police, sport. I can do whatever I want. Like for example if I were to run a blood test on you tonight and the results made you look like Christian Slater on New Year's Eve, do you think anyone would question me?
Chucky:
Tiffany! Where the fuck are you?
Jesse:
You got company?
Tiffany:
Nope, just babysitting. Foul-mouthed little fucker.
[
laughs]
Tiffany:
I wouldn't marry you if you had the body of G.I. Joe.
Chucky:
Hey Raggedy Ann, have you looked in the mirror lately? Now's not the time to get picky.
David:
Oh Christ, it's Needlenose.
Chucky:
[
Warren is hit in the face with a bunch of nails, making him look like Pinhead from Hellraiser (1987)] Why does that look so familiar?
Tiffany:
What are we gonna do?
Chucky:
[
Sarcastically] I don't know, what would Martha Stewart do?
Chucky:
Any man would need a hunk of plastic PROBABLY battery operated to get a reaction out of you in bed. And by the way, where the Hell did you learn to bake?
Chucky:
Hi. I'm Chucky, wanna play?
Damien:
Where the hell did you get this thing?
Tiffany:
Got it from the cops. It's the actual doll from those murders. I... stitched him together.
Damien:
You've got to be kidding me.
Tiffany:
No I'm not kidding you, I...
Damien:
Oh come on, Tiffany. I knew you were obsessed, but...
Tiffany:
I'm not obsessed.
Damien:
Chucky? He's so... 80s.
Tiffany:
No he's not.
Damien:
He isn't even scary.
Tiffany:
Yes he is.
Damien:
Look at him. What are you lookin at punk? You lookin at me?
Tiffany:
Alright, so, I was wrong. I thought he'd make an... interesting toy... Damien?
Damien:
Yeah?
Tiffany:
Wanna play?
Damien:
...Okay
Tiffany:
You know, Chucky, I still have the ring.
Chucky:
What ring?
Tiffany:
You know, the one you left on the mantle?
Chucky:
Oh, that. The one I got from Vivian VanPelt.
Tiffany:
Vivian who?
Chucky:
Vivian VanPelt. That ring is worth five or six grand easy.
Tiffany:
You mean you weren't gonna ask me to marry you?
Chucky:
What, are you fuckin' nuts?
[
Laughs hysterically]
[
Jade accidentally knocks the head off of Charles Lee Ray's corpse]
Chucky:
Bitch! You broke my neck!
Chucky:
[
looking at his knife] Huh! A true classic never goes out of style!
Tiffany:
[
to Chucky] That was good!
Tiffany:
Take it from me, honey, plastic is no substitute for a nice hunk of wood.
Damien:
You know what the French call an orgasm? La petite morte. "The Little Death." Come on, Tiffany. Let's die a little.
Damien:
Come on, let me in or I'm likely to catch my death out here.
Tiffany:
Promises, promises.
Tiffany:
Well, hello, dolly.
Tiffany:
Barbie, eat your heart out.
Chucky:
[
Jade is in the grave, trying to open the coffin] Hurry up!
Jade:
I'm trying, you fucking midget!
David:
[
Jade calls David from the motel] Hello?
Jade:
David, it's me.
David:
Jade. Where are you?
Jade:
Niagara. The Honeymoon Suites Motel, which believe me is worse than it sounds.
David:
Are you okay?
Jade:
No, I'm married.
Jade:
[
Jesse and Jade are running from the motel after they discover the murders] I can't do this.
Jesse:
What?
Jade:
I can't go with you, Jesse. Not any more.
Jesse:
Oh, man. I'm glad you said that first.
Jade:
Why?
Jesse:
Jade, this is too much for me. I love you, I will always love you, but there is a limit to how much I can take.
Jade:
Would you please stop talking to me like I'm the one who's crazy? You're the crazy one! You're the mass murderer!
Jesse:
You mean *multiple* murderer!
Jade:
So you admit it?
Jesse:
No, I don't!
Jade:
I can't take this shit any more!
[
David appears in the car window]
Jade:
Aaaahhhh!
Damien:
Hey, how was your day?
Tiffany:
Same old same old.
Damien:
[
takes a photo out of his back pocket] Oh, hey, check it out.
Tiffany:
What?
Damien:
Check it out.
Tiffany:
[
takes the photo] What is it?
Damien:
You mean *who* is it.
Tiffany:
*Who* is it?
Damien:
You mean who *was* it.
Tiffany:
[
looks at the photo - it's a dead man with blood covering his face] Oh, my God. Oh, my God, you really did a number on him, didn't you?
[
Damien laughs]
Tiffany:
What did you use? Was it really bloody? Did he scream a lot? Was he half... you know, Damien, this guy looks awfully familiar. I recognise the nail polish.
Damien:
[
looks at his black nails - the photo was of him] Shit!
Tiffany:
You never really actually killed anybody, did you? Did you! Did you, you pathetic worm!
[
hits Damien over the head with the photo]
Damien:
Come on Tiff, I'm workin' up to it.
Tiffany:
[
thinking she failed to resurrect Chucky] What a crock.
Tiffany:
Oh, my God. I'm crying. I wonder if all the plumbing works.
Chucky:
Well, I don't know about you but I'm starting to feel a bit like pinched here. And I am anatomically correct.
Tiffany:
Hold still honey or I'm going to poke you in the eye again.
Chucky:
Figures you'd hitch us a ride with a fugitive.
Tiffany:
Oh, Chucky look at us. We belong dead. I'll see you in hell, darling.
Tiffany:
[
after Chucky stabs her] My mother always told me love would set me free.
Chucky:
[
pushes her back] Get off my knife.
Tiffany:
Stay still honey or I'm going to poke you in the eye again.
Tiffany:
I was thinking about what you said about wanting to get married...
Chucky:
Yeah?
Tiffany:
I think it would be time for you to settle down!
Chucky:
Babe, you made the best choice ever! You won't regret this, I promise. I'm going to treat you like a princess.
Tiffany:
[
rips off wrapping paper and places Bride doll into Chucky's cage]
Chucky:
What's that?
Tiffany:
Your bride!
Bride doll:
With this ring I thee wed...
Tiffany:
Oh, Chucky! She's beautiful!
Tiffany:
[
throws rice at Chucky and laughs]
Chucky:
You are so dead!
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