Bride of Chucky
1998
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) Both of you.
Jade: My parents liked all my friends.
Tiffany: 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!
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: 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) 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) 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 croc.
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 pincheo here. And I am anatomically correct.
Tiffany: Stay still honey or I'm going to pock 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 stabbing 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... wanting to settle down. Chucky: Oh, that's great,honey. Tiffany: (Rips off wrapping paper and places Marriage doll into Chucky's cage) Bride doll: I promise to love, honour and cherish... Chucky: Oh, you've gotta be *kidding* me!