Bride of Chucky (1998)
Chucky: Go ahead and shoot! I'll be back! I ALWAYS come back!... But dying is such a bitch!
Chucky: What would Martha Stewart say?
Tiffany: Fuck Martha Stewart! Martha Stewart can kiss my shiny plastic butt! Here I am, slaving a way over a hot stove, making cookies... making Swedish meatballs, and for what? A man who doesn't appreciate me! For a man that can't even wash one fucking dish! For a man who isn't even a man at all where it counts, if you get my drift! -to Jade- Take it from me honey, plastic is no substitute for a nice hunk of wood!
Chucky: I didn't hear her complaining last night. Any guy 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: I give them six months, three if she gains weight.
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: Have you got a rubber?
Chucky: Have I got a rubber? Tiff, look at me. I'm ALL rubber.
Tiffany: That's right... wait, I thought you were plastic?
Chucky: Tiff... kiss me
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.
Chucky: Tiffany! Where the fuck are you?
Jesse: You got company?
Tiffany: Nope, just babysitting. Foul-mouthed little fucker.
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.
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.
Bride doll: I promise to honor, love, and cherish, till death us do part.
Chucky: You got that right!
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?
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?
Tiffany: Wanna play?
Tiffany: You know, Chucky, I still have the ring.
Chucky: What ring?
Tiffany: The ring. The one you left for me. I found it on the mantle the night you were killed. I've never taken it off.
Chucky: Oh, that. The one I got from Vivian VanPelt.
Tiffany: Vivian who?
Chucky: Vivian VanPelt. I dumped her in the river, remember? 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?
[Jade accidentally knocks the head off of Charles Lee Ray's corpse]
Chucky: Bitch! You broke my neck!
Tiffany: [after Chucky stabs her] My mother always told me love would set me free.
Chucky: [pushes her back] Get off my knife.
Tiffany: I was thinking about what you said about wanting to get married...
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!
Chucky: Face it, Tiff. You need me, otherwise you're stuck like this for good.
Tiffany: [Reading the book on "Voodoo For Dummies"] I don't need you, I'll look it up myself.
Chucky: Oh, go ahead. Chapter six. Page two-seventeen.
Tiffany: 'The heart of Dambala'... what's that?
Chucky: An amulet! We need it to transfer our souls into human bodies.
Tiffany: OK. And where the hell is it?
Chucky: [Holding up newspaper clipping of his death] I was wearing it around my neck the night those bastards gunned me down. It was buried with my corpse, in Hackensack, New Jersey.
Tiffany: All right. Let's go.
Chucky: Oh, sure. I'll steer and you can work the peddles. We're DOLLS ya dope!
Tiffany: [Begins to cry] Oh my god, what are we gonna do!
Chucky: Aye aye aye.
[Tiffany continues to cry]
Chucky: Shut up!
Tiffany: [Stops crying] You shut up.
[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.
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.
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?
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: 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 Pinocchio here. And I am anatomically correct.
Tiffany: Hold still honey or I'm going to poke you in the eye again.
Jade: What are you gonna do to us?
Chucky: Funny you should ask.
Tiffany: These bodies are okay. But they're like apartments were just renting. But now we're movin' on up.
Chucky: Like George and Weezy.
Tiffany: And we're lookin' to buy.
Chucky: And you know what they say about real estate - Location, location, location. Well, you guys are in the right place at the wrong time.
Chucky: I'd imagine at this point you two must have a lot of questions! You do know who I am?
Chucky: And this...
[points to Tiffany]
Chucky: is Tiffany!
Tiffany: [to Jesse] I believe we already met, haven't we, sweet-face?
Jesse: [Jesse stares at Tiffany] S-s-so, how-how did you end up like this?
Chucky: Well, it's a long story.
Tiffany: It sure is.
Chucky: In fact if it were a movie, it would take three or four sequels just to do it justice!
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.
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.
Jesse: You can't keep us from seeing each other.
Chief Warren Kincaid: 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: [looking at his knife] Huh! A true classic never goes out of style!
Tiffany: [to Chucky] That was good!
Chucky: [Jade is in the grave, trying to open the coffin] Hurry up!
Jade: I'm trying, you fucking midget!
Tiffany: [thinking she failed to resurrect Chucky] What a crock.
Tiffany: Oh, Chucky look at us. We belong dead. I'll see you in hell, darling.
Tiffany: [Chucky has just transfered Tiffany's soul into a doll] You son of a bitch! What have you done to me?
Tiffany: You got your wish. You're mine now doll. And if you 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 Anne, you looked in the mirror lately? Now's not the time to get picky
[Tiffany throws a bottle of champagne into the mirrored bed canopy, sending down shards of glass killing Russ and Diane]
Chucky: I love you.
Bailey: Hey I'm on my way. And don't forget my money.
Tiffany: See you soon. And Bailey, don't you forget. Curiosity killed the cat.
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 pathetic 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: A woman spends all day over a hot stove slaving away for her man. The least he can do is the dishes.
David: [calls Jesse after watching the news on the murder of Needlenose] What the fuck?
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.
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.
Damien: You know what the French call an orgasm? La petite morte. "The Little Death." Come on, Tiffany. Let's die a little.
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.
Jade: I can't go with you, Jesse. Not any more.
Jesse: Oh, man. I'm glad you said that first.
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]