Andy Barclay Quotes in Child's Play 3 (1991)

Chucky: I got some fresh meat lined up and I'm not gonna let you spoil it not this time.

Andy Barclay: Tyler?

Chucky: Yeah... Just think, Chucky's gonna be a bro.

[cackling]

Andy Barclay: [disturbed to find out that Chucky's still alive] No, you're dead. we killed you!

Chucky: You know what they say. "You just can't keep a Good Guy down."

Chucky: [whispers] Andy!

[Andy notices him, backs up and sit down on Shelton's bed, he wakes up]

Shelton: What the fuck?

[pushes him, Andy notices that Chucky runs away]

Andy Barclay: No, stop!

Shelton: What the fuck you're doing in my room, Barclay?

[Looks for Chucky doll, vanished, turns back to Andy]

Andy Barclay: You wouldn't believe me!

Shelton: Where's the doll, Barclay? Where's the FUCKING doll? You took it, didn't you?

Andy Barclay: NO!

Andy Barclay: What are you doing?

Whitehearst: Polishing Sheldon's shoes.

Andy Barclay: He makes you polish his shoes?

Whitehearst: No, I offered out of the kindness of my heart.

Sgt. Botnick: The Romans invented the military cut. You know why?

Andy Barclay: Why?

Sgt. Botnick: To keep their hair short, so their enemies couldn't grab a hold of it in battle and slit their throat.

Shelton: Who said you could look at me? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?

Andy Barclay: Shelton.

Shelton: That's Lieutenant Colonel Shelton to you, asshole.

Andy Barclay: Lt. Colonel Shelton.

Shelton: No, Lieutenant Colonel Shelton, SIR.

Shelton: [laughs] What's the matter, Barclay? Huh? You homesick? You miss your mommy?

[picks up his shoe to find that it is scratched]

Shelton: What the fuck is this?

Andy Barclay: Don't worry about your shoe all right? I'll polish it, just give me back the doll.

Shelton: No, You listen to me. Tell Whitehurst he's off the hook, huh? I got myself another slave and clean up this mess.

[gives him back the shoe]

Shelton: You've got 5 demerits.

Andy Barclay: What about the doll?

Shelton: My kid sister's birthday is coming up. I think she's gunna love it, don't you?

[makes the doll wave goodbye]

Andy Barclay: Chucky says Aunt Maggie was a bitch and got what she deserved.

Karen Barclay: Andy! How can you say something so horrible?

Andy Barclay: I didn't say it! Chucky did!

Karen Barclay: Andy, who're you talking to?

Andy Barclay: Chucky.

Karen Barclay: Chucky, huh?

Andy Barclay: Yeah. He's sitting right over there.

Karen Barclay: Chucky's been talking to you too hasn't he?

Andy Barclay: Yes.

Karen Barclay: What's he been saying?

Andy Barclay: All kinds of things. His real name is Charles Lee Ray. And he's been sent down, from Heaven, by Daddy to play with me.

Karen Barclay: Anything else?

Andy Barclay: Yes. He said Aunt Maggie was a real bitch, and got what she deserved.

Karen Barclay: Andy, how could you say something so horrible?

Andy Barclay: I didn't say it Chucky did.

Karen Barclay: Andy, you're making this up.

Andy Barclay: But I'm not. Chucky's alive. Really, he is.

Karen Barclay: Andy! Chucky... Chucky's a doll. He's made out of plastic and stuffing. Now look at him - look at him. Now does he *look* like anything else to you?

Andy Barclay: Don't! You'll hurt him!

Karen Barclay: Andy! LOOK! Now, you really don't think Chucky is alive, do you?

Andy Barclay: But he is.

Karen Barclay: Andy, *STOP IT!* Please!

Andy Barclay: It's 'cause of Aunt Maggie, you're yelling at me, isn't it?

Karen Barclay: Yes, I guess it is.

Andy Barclay: I'm sorry. I'll stop telling stories.

Karen Barclay: Okay. You wanna sleep in with me tonight?

Andy Barclay: No, it's alright. I've got Chucky.

[Karen leaves. Andy turns to Chucky]

Andy Barclay: You're right, Chucky. She didn't believe me.

Maggie Peterson: Okay, mister. What do you have to say about this?

Andy Barclay: About what?

Maggie Peterson: You know what I'm talking about. Turning the TV on, and putting Chucky in front of it, when I told you it was time to go to bed.

Andy Barclay: I didn't do that.

Maggie Peterson: Oh no? Then what did Chucky do? Walk into the living room and turn it on, all by himself?

Andy Barclay: Did you do that Chucky?

Maggie Peterson: Andy! Stop it! Now, get under the covers. Hurry!

Andy Barclay: But, Aunt Maggie...

Maggie Peterson: Under the covers and not another word!

Andy Barclay: But, I didn't put Chucky in front of the TV.

Maggie Peterson: Okay. Enough, alright? Now goodnight.

Andy Barclay: Goodnight, Aunt Maggie.

[Maggie leaves. Andy turns to Chucky]

Andy Barclay: I told you she'd be mad if you watched the news.

[last lines]

Andy Barclay: [aims shotgun in Chucky's face] Play with this.

Chucky: Andy?

[fires gun, screen goes black]

US EX Girl: [Andy's doorbell rings; he answers the door to see a female US EX] A package for you.

Andy Barclay: Really?

[he takes the long box]

US EX Girl: Maybe you won something.

Andy Barclay: Must be my lucky day!

US EX Girl: Have a good one...

Andy Barclay: Thanks. You, too!

[he takes the package upstairs to his apartment; then his phone rings and he answers]

Andy Barclay: Hello?

[pause]

Andy Barclay: Oh, hey, Mom! How're you doing?

[pause]

Andy Barclay: I'm sorry I didn't call. I meant to.

[pause]

Andy Barclay: Yeah, I'm definitely coming for my birthday tomorrow. No, don't get me anything. Do me a favor, Ma, no surprises, okay?

[pause]

Andy Barclay: Yeah. I'll be there, like, noon? 1:00? What are you making for dinner?

[pause]

Andy Barclay: Yeah? How's Mike doing? Well, tell him I said hello.

[pause]

Andy Barclay: Um... Yeah. All right. Well, I'll see you around that time.

[pause]

Andy Barclay: Okay. Yeah...

Chucky: [emerges out of the box with a knife; he turns around and sees that Andy has a gun pointed to his face] Aha!

Andy Barclay: [cocks his gun] Play with this!

Chucky: ANDY...!

[Andy fires the gun once and the screen goes black]

Andy Barclay: [Approaches the Good Guy doll who reminds him of Chucky] I hate you.

Chucky: [In a Good Guy voice] Hi, I'm... Tommy, and I'm your friend to the end! Hidey-ho! Ha, ha, ha!

Chucky: Surprise! Did you miss me, Andy? I sure missed you. I told you. We were gonna be friends to the end. And now, it's time to play... I've got a new game, sport: It's called "Hide the Soul". And guess what? You're it! Ade due damballa. Give me the power, I beg...

[notices Kyle sneaking through the window]

Chucky: . This isn't over you little shit. I'm not gonna spend the rest of my life as a plastic freak. Next time: you're alone, you're mine!

Kyle: [annoyed] Oh, my God.

Andy Barclay: [Kyle removes sock from Andy's mouth] IT'S CHUCKY! LOOK OUT!

Kyle: Shut up, you'll wake Phil and Joanne.

Andy Barclay: Kill him, Kill him.

Kyle: Andy, stop it! Will you?

Phil: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS NOW?

Andy Barclay: It's Chucky! I told you he'd find me. Tried to take over my soul.

Joanne: Andy, calm down.

Kyle: You didn't have to wait up.

Phil: Yeah? You know, Kyle, I don't believe you. You actually tied this... child up so he wouldn't tell on ya? Is that it?

Kyle: Oh, come on, Phil!

Andy Barclay: Chucky did it!

Joanne: That's enough, now.

Phil: Who's Chucky? Well, I've had it!

[grabs Chucky and walks out of the room]

Andy Barclay: [follows Phil] But you gotta kill him!

Joanne: Andy!

Kyle: [Andy unknowingly walks into Kyle's bedroom] Jesus! You ever hear of knocking?

Joanne: Andy, did you find your - what? Are you crazy? Give that to me.

[confiscates Kyle's cigarette]

Kyle: Come on, Joanne.

Joanne: Phil will shoot you if he catches you again. Andy, this is Kyle. She's staying with us too.

Kyle: Charmed.

Joanne: Kyle, what is this? You've been here three weeks. Why haven't you unpacked?

Kyle: What for? I've never spent more than a month in any home.

Joanne: Well, with that attitude I can see why. Now, would you do me a favor and unpack this, then help me get dinner started?

Kyle: Can't. Gotta work tonight.

Joanne: Kyle, that's the third night in a row. I'd really like it if you spent a little time with the family.

Kyle: I need the money. I'm gonna be on my own next year.

Joanne: Yes, well until then you're with us okay? Come on, Andy. I think you're really going to like it here.

Andy Barclay: Bye.

Phil: [throws broken pieces of antique onto table] Do any of you have anything to say about this?

Kyle: I think we should talk to a lawyer first.

Joanne: Kyle that's not funny. That statue was very important to me.

Phil: Kyle?

Kyle: I'm innocent.

Phil: Andy?

Andy Barclay: I didn't do it.

Phil: Okay, you leave me no choice. Until one of you fesses up you're both grounded.

Kyle: But I have a date tonight!

Phil: Sorry.

Andy Barclay: Kyle, do you miss your mom and dad?

Kyle: I don't know.

Andy Barclay: Well, where are they?

Kyle: My dad left before I was born. And my mother put me up for adoption when I was three.

Andy Barclay: Do you remember her?

Kyle: I make it a point to forget. It's easier that way. Break time. Move over.

[sits down on swing]

Andy Barclay: Want a push?

Kyle: No thank you.

Andy Barclay: Come on, it's fun.

Kyle: Please Andy? I just wanna sit here okay?

Andy Barclay: Too late. There you go.

Kyle: Andy come on! Stop it!

Andy Barclay: [laughs] No.

Kyle: Andy, let me off! Andy I'll kill you.

Phil: Dinner! Come and get it!

Andy Barclay: Ahh. Mayhem. Come on I'll race ya.

Kyle: No fair. You get a head start.

Andy Barclay: Excuses, excuses. Don't forget your doll.

Kyle: [sarcastically] This is exactly how I wanted to spend my day off. Thanks a lot.

Andy Barclay: But, I didn't break the statue. I swear.

Kyle: Maybe, it just fell huh?

Andy Barclay: Hey, wanna hear me say your name backwards? Kyle.

Kyle: Hold this.

[hands Andy her cigarette]

Kyle: Give me that!

[takes cigarette back from Andy]

Kyle: What the hell do you think your doing?

Andy Barclay: I wanted to taste it.

Kyle: Get real. It tastes like shit okay. These things are really bad for you.

Andy Barclay: Then why do you do it?

Kyle: Because grown-ups are allowed to do things that are bad for them.

Andy Barclay: You're not a grown-up.

Kyle: You're beginning to to get on my nerves Andy. Now why don't you give me a hand over here.

Andy Barclay: Mr. Simpson's kind of grouchy isn't he?

Kyle: It's not so bad. You know there are fosters that will shoot you if you stare at 'em cross-eyed.

Andy Barclay: Really?

Kyle: Yeah. They think you're not there and you're just passin' through. And the minute you screw up...

[puts her hands on Andy's shoulders and shakes him]

Kyle: they let ya have it.

Social Worker: Andy? You still dreamin' about Chucky?

Andy Barclay: Sometimes.

Social Worker: You wanna talk about it?

Andy Barclay: [firmly] No.

Social Worker: Come on Andy. Remember what I told you? Talking helps make the

Social Worker, Andy Barclay: nightmares go away.

Andy Barclay: Well, Chucky was trying to take over my soul.

Social Worker: Why Andy?

Andy Barclay: There was this bad man who got inside my Good Guy doll. So he wouldn't have to go to Hell, but then he wanted to get inside me.

Social Worker: Why?

Andy Barclay: 'Cause if he stayed inside the doll too long. He'd get trapped in there. He needed me 'cause I was the first person he told his secret to.

Social Worker: What secret?

Andy Barclay: That his real name was Charles Lee Ray.

Social Worker: Boy, that's a scary dream.

Andy Barclay: It was.

Social Worker: You know dreams can't hurt ya. Dreams aren't real. Right?

Andy Barclay: [smiles] Right.

Phil: Andy, what's this all about?

Andy Barclay: Chucky followed me to school. He tried to get me again, so I ran home.

Phil: Do you have any idea what he's talking about?

Joanne: His teacher called. Said she was keeping him after school for detention. She said he wrote an obscenity on his paper.

Andy Barclay: Chucky did it.

Phil: All right, Andy. Now this is going to stop. I will not allow this foolishness in my home. Do you hear me? Now open the door.

Joanne: Phil.

Phil: Joanne please. Open the door. Open it!

[Andy looks back up at him]

Phil: OPEN IT!

[opens door]

Phil: Now I want you to look down there and tell me what you see.

Andy Barclay: It's Chucky but he...

Phil: His NAME is Tommy. And he's been there since last night, hasn't he?

[Andy doesn't answer]

Phil: Hasn't he?

[moves Andy aside and closes door]

Andy Barclay: Kyle do you miss your mom and dad?

Kyle: I don't know.

Andy Barclay: Well, where are they?

Kyle: My dad left before I was born. And my mother put me up for adoption when I was three.

Andy Barclay: Do you remember her?

Kyle: I make it a point to forget. It's easier that way. Break time! Move over.

[sits down on swing]

Grace Poole: Andy, you'll be fine now. You'll come stay at the Center with us until we can find you a new family. We've placed Kyle with a number of families. Things always seem to turn out okay. Don't they?

Kyle: Yeah.

[hands Andy his suitcase]

Kyle: There's your stuff.

Grace Poole: Come on Andy. Let's go.

Andy Barclay: He's still in the cellar Kyle. Don't let him get you too.

Grace Poole: Andy!

Phil: Make yourself comfortable Andy.

Andy Barclay: Thanks.

Phil: I've got to go back to the office, later this afternoon.

Joanne: I thought you finished everything there.

Phil: Yeah, but I...

[Andy continues to look around before he kneels down and touches an antique statue]

Phil: Uh, uh, uh. First rule, don't touch the old stuff.

Andy Barclay: Sorry.

Phil: Well, that's okay. No foul. It's just that we collect this stuff. And a lot of it's kind of fragile.

Joanne: You like it?

Andy Barclay: Mmm-hmm.

Joanne: It's been in my family for three generations. You see, my grandmother gave it to my mother, and my mother gave it to me.

Andy Barclay: And who're you gonna give it to?

Joanne: [hesitates before handing Andy his suitcase] Why don't you take this upstairs and explore? I'll be up there in a minute.

Andy Barclay: Okay.

Joanne: [after Andy leaves] You like him?

Phil: Oh, I'll get used to him.

Joanne: This is your room, right here.

[opens door]

Joanne: I made those curtains just for you. I bet blue is your favorite color. Take a look around. I'll start to unpack.

Andy Barclay: [takes a model toy train out of a toy chest] Wow!

Joanne: [laughs] I thought you might like those. Um, there's more in the closet. Before dinner, we'll go explore the backyard. And later, I'll read you some stories. Would you like that? There's lots of kids your age in the neighborhood Andy. I'm sure you're gonna make all sorts of new friends.

Andy Barclay: [pulls down a skateboard off the top shelf of his closet and out falls Tommy] Aah!

[runs out of room into Phil]

Phil: Hey, hey, hey. Andy, rule number two, no running in the house. It's only a doll. Andy are you listening to me?

Joanne: Oh Andy I'm so sorry I didn't realize that was in there. We've got so many children in here, it's hard to keep track of things. Don't worry I'll get rid of it.

Tommy: Hi, I'm Tommy. And I'm your friend to the end. Hidey ho. Ha ha ha.

Joanne: Why don't you get settled in. And then we'll have some dinner.

Phil: Here it is.

Joanne: What do you think?

Andy Barclay: We've never lived in a house before. Just apartments.

Phil: Well, you know what they say, a house just isn't a home without children.

Kyle: Come on, Andy. We're late.

Joanne: Andy! Don't forget your lunch, egg salad.

Kyle: Ooh, yum. Now whatever you do don't act nervous okay. They'll smell a new kid a mile off. Just act where you belong. What are you looking for?

Andy Barclay: Nothing.

Kyle: Is it CHUCKY coming to get you? Andy, how did you manage to tie yourself up like that last night?

Andy Barclay: I already told you.

Kyle: Get real.

Andy Barclay: Your just like everyone else. You don't believe me either.

Kyle: Hey, Adam.

Adam: Kyle, why'd you leave so early last night? You missed all the fun.

Kyle: Story of my life.

Kyle: It's not the end of the world.

Andy Barclay: But they're gonna send me away.

Kyle: Andy, you'll be okay.

Andy Barclay: Where will I go?

Kyle: I've lived with dozens of different families. And they always seem to send me away just when I'm getting comfortable. But you know what?

Andy Barclay: What?

Kyle: Everytime it happens, it just makes me stronger. Because it reminds me that the only one I can count on is myself. Okay, and now you have to learn that. I know it sounds tough. But you'll deal with it.

Andy Barclay: It doesn't matter - wherever I go, Chucky will find me.