Bride of Chucky

Tiffany:
My mother always said love would set me free, but I've been a prisoner because of my love for you.

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:
F*** 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 b*tch!

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 f***in' 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:
Who the hell's this bozo? What's he doing?

Chucky:
Screwing with our ride, that's what.

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 f*** 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, a**hole - it's what you do with it.

Chucky:
Hi, I'm Chucky, and I wouldn't talk if I were you! Hidy-ho. Hahaha.

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 f***.

Chief Warren Kincaid:
But you won't. Not Jade anyway, not anymore.

Jesse:
You can't keep us from seeing each other.

Chucky:
Tiffany! Where the f*** are you?

Jesse:
You got company?

Tiffany:
Nope, just babysitting. Foul-mouthed little f***er.

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:
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 f***in' nuts?

Chucky:
B*tch! You broke my neck!

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.

[When Chucky comes back to life.]

Chucky:
Hi.

Tiffany:
[Quietly] Hi.

Chucky:
How ya been?

Tiffany:
Ok ... you?

Chucky:
Peachy! Actually to tell you the truth I've been kinda out of it.

Chucky:
Now the first thing we got to do is get me outta this body once and for all!

Tiffany:
No, I think I prefer you like this. You're kinda cute. You're just like a little baby. Is the little baby ticklish? Is he? Is he?

Chucky:
[Laughing] Stop! Stop! Stop!

[After Tiffany has been being turned into a doll.]

Tiffany:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! You son of a b*tch! What have you done to me? (Punches Chucky.)

Chucky:
You got your wish. You're mine now, doll. And if know what's good for you, you are going to love, honor, and obey!

Tiffany:
I wouldn't marry you if you had the body of G.I. Joe!

Chucky:
Hey, Raggedy Ann, you looked in the mirror lately? Now's not the time to get picky.

Tiffany:
Alright, let's go.

Chucky:
(Sarcastically) Oh, sure! I'll steer and you can work the pedals. WE'RE DOLLS, YA DOPE!

[Warren is approaching Jesse's van. Chucky pulls out a knife.]

Chucky:
Ah, what the hell, I need the exercise.

Tiffany:
Were you born with that knife super glued onto your hand or what?

Chucky:
What are you talking about?

Tiffany:
For God's sake, Chucky, drag yourself into the nineties. Stabbings went out with Bundy and Dahmer, you look like Martha Stewart with that thing.

Chucky:
Who the f*** is Martha Stewart?!

Chucky:
I should've asked you this a long time ago. Tiffany... will you be my bride?

Tiffany:
Oh, Chucky. Yes, yes.

[After Jesse and Jade find out the dolls are alive, and who they really are.]

Jesse:
So how did you end up like this?

Chucky:
Well, it's a long story.

Tiffany:
It sure is.

Chucky:
In fact if it was a movie it would take three or four sequels just to do it justice.

Tiffany:
I love you, Chucky.

Chucky:
I know.

[While Tiffany and Chucky are having sex]

Tiffany:
Oh, wait. Wait.

Chucky:
What? What?

Tiffany:
Have you got a rubber?

Chucky:
Have I got a rubber?!

Tiffany:
Yeah.

Chucky:
Tiff! Look at me! I'm all rubber!

[As Chucky crawls past a stoner in his car, giving him the finger]

Stoner:
Rude f***in' doll.

Chucky:
It ain't the size that counts, a**hole. It's what you do with it.

Chucky:
You are so dead.

Chucky:
Life sure is full of surprises.

Chucky:
Jesus, the music scene's going to Hell since I've been dead..

Chucky:
A true classic, never goes out of style.

Chucky:
Sit back and learn from the master.

Tiffany:
Barbie, eat your heart out.

Tiffany:
Goodbye, darling. I'll see you in hell.

Tiffany:
If you can't play nice, I may just have to take your toys away.

Tiffany:
Sorry, I'm not into short guys.

Tiffany:
I always dreamed of having a big church wedding with bridesmaids and a cake, and my picture in the paper. Not just the usual mug shot, but something really flattering.

Tiffany:
When guests drop by for dinner and you haven't had time to shop, you improvise.

Tiffany:
At least you haven't forgotten how to show a girl a good time.

Tiffany:
These bodies are ok, but they're like apartments that we're just renting.

Tiffany:
My mother always told me, "If you really love someone. You'd set them free."