Chucky Quotes in Child's Play 3 (1991)

Chucky: Who the fuck are YOU?

Tyler: I thought Good Guys only said three sentences.

Chucky: I'm new and improved.

Chucky: Don't fuck with the Chuck.

Chucky: Oh you gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me.

Tyler: Barclay was right. You're not a Good Guy.

Chucky: [laughs] Sorry, kid, you got me. I'm bad.

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: Tyler? Come out, come out wherever you are. Olly olly oxen free. Get out here you little son of a bitch.

Chucky: [looking at Andy's copy of "PlayPen"- an adult magazine] Andy, how you've grown.

Chucky: Just like the good ol' days. Nothin' like a good strangulation to get the circulation goin'.

Chucky: Presto - - you're dead! It's definitely YOU!

Chucky: Time to play!

Chucky: Hi, soldier!

[flips Shelton off, and laughs maniacally]

Shelton: [smiles] Fuck me!

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!

Chucky: [first lines, yelling] Nnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooo!

Chucky: [Watching enviously as Andy shares a passionate kiss with Kristen DeSilva] Damn, I gotta get out of this body.

Chucky: I got a new game we can play. It's called "Hide the Soul". Trust me, you'll love it.

Chucky: I've gotta get out of this body.

Chucky: [searching for Andy on the internet] You're my only ticket out of here, Andy. I got to get out of this goddamn body... Where are you, you little shit?

Sgt. Botnick: A haircut ain't regulation, soldier.

Chucky: Regulate this

[slits the barber's throat]

Chucky: A good soldier, is always prepared Tyler.

[brandishes a Bowie knife]

Chucky: This is stupid! Let's make like Tom and cruise.

Chucky: That guy is evil! Lucifer thinks he's a little extreme!

Chucky: They're gonna make hot dogs out of our wieners! Our wieners!

Chucky: [At a restaurant, to the waiter] Look, man, ahm, have you got any french fries, pizza...?

[the waiter brings a dish of a fish head to the table]

Chucky: Have you got anything that's not looking at me?

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: Go ahead and shoot! I'll be back! I ALWAYS come back!

[Jade cocks the gun]

Chucky: Yeah... but dying is such a bitch!

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.

Chucky: I give them six months, three if she gains weight.

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

Tiffany: Ok.

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

Chucky: Tiffany! Where the fuck are you?

Jesse: You got company?

Tiffany: Nope, just babysitting. Foul-mouthed little fucker.

[laughs]

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.

[Jade accidentally knocks the head off of Charles Lee Ray's corpse]

Chucky: Bitch! You broke my neck!

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.

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: 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?

[laughs hysterically]

Bride doll: I promise to honor, love, and cherish, till death us do part.

Chucky: You got that right!

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...

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!

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.

Tiffany: What are we gonna do?

Chucky: [Sarcastically] I don't know, what would Martha Stewart do?

Chucky: [looking at his knife] Huh! A true classic never goes out of style!

Tiffany: [to Chucky] That was good!

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.

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, Tiffany: [both giggle]

Chucky: I'd imagine at this point you two must have a lot of questions! You do know who I am?

Jesse: Chucky...

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!

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.

Chucky: [Jade is in the grave, trying to open the coffin] Hurry up!

Jade: I'm trying, you fucking midget!

Chucky: Figures you'd hitch us a ride with a fugitive.

Tiffany: [Chucky has just transfered Tiffany's soul into a doll] You son of a bitch! What have you done to me?

[Punches Chucky]

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.

Chucky: Christ! Enough about your mother! I killed that bitch 20 years ago and she still won't shut up!

Glen: Why do you kill?

Chucky: Umm... hobby, I guess.

Chucky: Everybody, JUST SHUT UP! I have had it! That's it! There's a limit to how much I can take!

Tiffany: What are you talking about?

Chucky: Look around you, Tiff! This is nuts! And I have a very high tolerence for nuts. If this is what it takes to be human, I'd rather take my chances as a supernaturally possessed doll; it's less complicated.

Chucky: You can't be serious.

Chucky: As a heart attack! Think about it, what's so great about being human anyway? You get sick, you get old, you can't get it up anymore. I'm not looking forward to that!

Tiffany: Hun, I want to be Jennifer Tilly. I want to be a star.

Chucky: And I don't wanna be your chauffeur! As a doll, I'm fucking infamous! I'm one of the most notorious slashers in history! And I don't wanna give that up. I am Chucky, the killer doll! And I dig it!

Tiffany: [Tiffany and Glen look shocked]

Chucky: I have everything I want! A beautiful wife! A... multi-talented kid. This is who I am, Tiff! This is me!

Tiffany: Chucky... I don't know what the fuck you're talking about? I don't know who you are anymore? But... it's not enough for me. I want more.

Chucky: What are you saying?

Tiffany: It's over.

Chucky: [Chucky looks horrified; Tiffany turns to Glen]

Tiffany: We gotta get out of here, sweetface.

Tiffany: [Tiffany looks back at Chucky]

Tiffany: I'm leaving you, Chucky, and I'm taking the kid.

Chucky: [Chucky looks extremely pissed off]

Chucky: NOBODY leaves ME... NOBODY!

[talking to Glen]

Tiffany: Where are your mother and father?

Chucky: [whispering] Judging by that face, my guess is they're hiding.

Tiffany: Shut up, you asshole.

Chucky: This is nuts! And I have a VERY high tolerance for nuts.

Chucky: I am Chucky, the killer doll! And I dig it!

Chucky: If this is what it takes to be human, then I'd rather take my chances as a supernaturally-possessed doll! It's much less complicated! Think about it! What's so great about being human? You get sick! You get old! As a doll, I'm infamous! I am Chucky! The killer doll!

Tiffany: I'm not getting pregnant again, I'll tell you that much. My mother always said, "Once is a blessing, twice is a curse."

Chucky: Well, that would explain your sister.

Tiffany: I figured it out, I'll possess Jennifer Tilly and you'll possess Redman

Chucky: [drinking liquor] I'm down with that.

Chucky: [after killing Britney Spears] "Oops, I did it again!"

Tiffany: They're executing Martha Stewart this morning.

Chucky: I don't think I can take 9 months of this shit.

Tiffany: Silly Chucky. It's a voodoo pregnancy. It's accelerated.

Chucky: How "accelerated"?

[a very pregnant Jennifer Tilly walks into bathroom mirror; screams]

Chucky: Oh.

Tiffany: What the hell is goin' on in here?

Chucky: She came on to me!

Tiffany: No wonder her career's in trouble.

Chucky: He looks like the kid fell off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

Chucky: Come to papa!

Interviewer: [wrapping up a news segment on the new film "Chucky Goes Psycho"] Thanks for the interview, Chucky.

Chucky: Fuck you very much.

Tiffany: She's so wonderful!

Chucky: ...You mean HE's so wonderful.

[they both look at Glen]

Glen: Don't look at ME.

[they remove off his pants, revealing ambiguous genitalia]

Tiffany: ...Um, see? She's a beautiful girl.

Chucky: W-what are you talking about? That's, uh... my boy.

Glen: Everything's always about what YOU two want! What about what I want?

Chucky: Um... that's new.

Tiffany: Ok, sweetie? What do YOU want to be?

Glen: Well... I think... I want to be a boy.

Chucky: [to Tiffany] Ha! In your face!

Glen: But... being a girl would be nice too. Sometime I feel like a boy... and sometimes I feel like a girl... Hey! Can't I be both?

Chucky: It looks like the kid fell off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

Chucky: [after Tiffany suggest transferring his soul into Redman] I'm down with that.

Chucky: [breaks down a door Shining style and pokes his head in] You know, I can't think of a thing to say. Fuck it!

[continues to break the door down]

Chucky: Tiff?

[taps her on back]

Chucky: [GLENDA turns around revealing that he/she is wearing makeup, GLENDA laughs manically]

Chucky: Gah! Glen...?

Glen: [singsong voice] Guess again, daddy...

Chucky: Glenda?

Glen: That's my name, don't you wear it out.

[examines nails]

Glen: Oh... shit.

Tiffany: [drops glass on floor, shattering it] What did I miss?

Glen: Oh, nothing much... I just *fired* Joan.

[laughs maniacally]

Chucky: Looks like you won after all, Tiff. Congratulations.

Glen: Oh, you *both* win. I'm a real... ladykiller, if you catch my drift. I'm a bonafide bonus baby!

[laughs maniacally]

Tiffany: Jesus Christ, Chucky. What did you do to him?

Chucky: What did I do? Atleast I spend time with the kid.

Tiffany: [talking to Glenda] Glen? Wake up.

Glen: Stop it, mommy. You'll wrinkle my dress. Oh, and how do you like it? I made it meself. Like mother, like daughter right?

[laughs maniacally]

Glen: Like mother, like daughter! Get it? Mother and daughter, mother and daughter!

[laughs]

Tiffany: I said wake up! Right now!

[slaps Glenda]

Glen: [wakes up] Mom? Dad?

[turns to mirror, gasps]

Glen: What am I?

[cries]

[after running off a Britney look alike off the road]

Chucky: Oops! I did it again.

[laughs maniacally]

Chucky: We're not from Japan! We're from Jersey!

Tiffany: What's your name?

Glen: Shitface.

Chucky: [snort]

Tiffany: I want a girl!

Chucky: I want a boy!

Glen: You're tearing me apart! What about what I want?

Chucky: ...what?

Tiffany: What?

Glen: Doesn't what I want mean anything at all?

Tiffany: Oh.

Chucky: OK. Interesting. Tell us.

Tiffany: What do you want, sweetface?

Glen: I think... I want to be a boy.

Chucky: YESSS! IN YOUR FACE, LADY!

Glen: But... being a girl would be nice, too.

Tiffany: Hmph.

Chucky: Whoa... which is it?

Glen: I'm not sure. Sometimes I feel like a boy. Sometimes I feel like a girl. Gasp! Can I be both?

Tiffany: Well, some people...

Chucky: EH-EH! NO WAY!

Chucky: Wait a minute! I'm not gonna let you poison our son's mind with your touchy-feely 12 steps bullshit. If you two don't wanna kill anymore, that's your loss. But don't look down your noses at me. I'm not ashamed to be a killer; I'm proud of it! It's not an addiction; it is a choice! And it's not something that you should have to hide in the closet!

[opens the closet door and finds Redman's eviscerated body inside]

Chucky: Well, well, well... looks like Miss. High And Mighty ain't so perfect afterall!

[sobbing]

Tiffany: It was a slip! Rome wasn't built in one day, you know?

[stops sobbing]

Tiffany: Besides, the fucker had it coming.

Chucky: Attaboy, kid... attaboy!

Chucky: [dragging Redman's body] Look how big his feet are. You know what they say...

Glen: But, isn't violence bad?

Chucky: No, son. "Violins." Violins are bad. That screeching music is gonna ruin the goddamn country.

Chucky: [gets whacked with ax in chest by Glen] Glenda?

Glen: No, Dad. It's me. Your *boy*! Your chip off the old block!

Glen: [chops off Chucky's left arm]

Glen: You proud of me *now*, Daddy?

Glen: [chops off other arm]

Glen: [shouts] Are you?

[Britney swerves past Chucky]

Chucky: SONOFABITCH!

[Chucky honks at Britney, who flips the bird at him]

Chucky: [flips back] Up yours, asshole!

Glen: What?

Chucky: [calmly] Not you, son. Come on, floor it!

Chucky: [to Jennifer, holds a cup of his own sperm] What am I supposed to do with this?

[Jennifer screams in horror and runs off]

Chucky: Paparazzi scumbag!

Jennifer Tilly: Why doesn't anybody take me seriously?

Chucky: Nice tits.

Jennifer Tilly: Thank you.

Glen: But violence is bad. It said so on TV.

Chucky: Not violence... Vio-lins! Violins are bad.

Tiffany: [talking with Glen] Where are your parents?

Chucky: Judging from that face, my guess is they're hiding.

Tiffany: Shut up, you asshole.

Chucky: Well, c'mon! It looks like the kid fell off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down!

Chucky: [looking at magazines, see Kelly Carlson on the cover] Done her.

Tiffany: [sees a picture of Chucky and Glen with Pete Peters bloody carcass, gasps] What the hell is this? We had an agreement, Chucky! We decided for the sake of our child, WE WEREN'T GONNA DO THIS SHIT ANYMORE!

Chucky: No, YOU decided, just like YOU decided our son was a girl!

Tiffany: HE IS A GIRL!

Chucky: He is a BOY, goddammit! And he's the most promising killer I have ever seen! You should've been there, Tiff. You would've been so proud of him.

Chucky: [after Glen attacks him with an ax, amazed] Glenda?

Glen: [furiously] No, Dad, it's me, your boy - your chip off the old block!

[Glen hacks off Chucky's left arm making Chucky scream in pain]

Glen: YOU PROUD OF ME NOW, DADDY! ARE YA!

[Glen then hacks off Chucky's right arm making Chucky scream more, Glen then hacks off both of Chucky's legs making Chucky scream harder]

Chucky: [weakly] Attaboy, kid! Attaboy...

[Glen then decapitates Chucky killing him instantly, Glen goes petrified, drops the ax and breaks down crying]

Jennifer Tilly: [comforts him] There, there. It's all right. It's going to be all right.

Chucky: [laughs] And they call me sick?

Chucky: Night, night.

Chucky: Hi, I'm Chucky. Wanna play?

Karen Barclay: [she grabs Chucky] Talk to me.

[pause]

Karen Barclay: Come on, talk!

[pause]

Karen Barclay: I said, "talk to me", damn it!

[Chucky gives no answer]

Karen Barclay: All right! I'll make you talk!

[Karen grabs Chucky, lights up her fireplace and holds Chucky near the fire]

Karen Barclay: I SAID TALK TO ME, DAMN IT, OR ELSE I'M GONNA THROW YOU IN THE FIRE!

[Chucky comes alive]

Chucky: [screams] YOU STUPID BITCH, YOU FILTHY SLUT! I'LL TEACH YOU TO FUCK WITH ME!

[Chucky attacks Karen]

Lady in Elevator: Ugly doll!

Chucky: [as the elevator rises up] Fuck you...

Chucky: [as Andy places Chucky in the fireplace and gets ready to light it up] No, Andy, NO!

[pause]

Chucky: We're friends 'til the end! Remember?

Andy: This is the end, friend!

[Andy lights the fireplace and Chucky starts to scream as he burns]

Chucky: Hi, I'm Chucky, and I'm your friend till the end. Hidey-ho!

Chucky: [Karen opens Chucky's battery slot and finds that there are no batteries in the doll] HI, I'M CHUCKY! WANNA PLAY?

[Karen screams and drops the Chucky doll on the floor]

Chucky: Hi Mikey!

[repeated line]

Chucky: GIVE ME THE BOY!

Chucky: The only person that I let in on the fact that I was still alive was a six-year-old kid. I'm gonna be six years old again. Well, John, it's been fun, but I gotta go. I have a date with six-year-old boy... and you have a date with death.

Chucky: [as he attacks Mike Norris while he's driving] Good night, asshole!

Chucky: [screaming] Give me the boy, and I'll let you live!

Chucky: Hello John. Over here. Hi. It's me Chucky. What do ya think? The gri gri work? You know, when I came here learning that stuff about how to cheat death, I thought maybe you were pulling my chain. But, not now. Uh, uh. Not now. Only one problem.

John: What?

Chucky: This. I didn't think anybody could hurt me. But, last night I got shot. And you know something? It hurt. It hurt like a son of a bitch, it even bled! Why is that, John?

John: You're turning human.

Chucky: [in shock] What?

John: The more time you spend in that body, the more human you become.

Chucky: You mean I have to live out the rest of my life in this body? No fuckin' way!

[points his finger]

Chucky: You got me into this, you get me out!

John: I can't do that, Chucky.

Chucky: Why not?

John: Because you're an abomination. An outrage against nature! You've perverted everything I've taught you and used it for evil! And you have to be stopped!

Chucky: [after Karen Barclay's gun jams after aiming at Chucky] What's wrong, gun jammed?

[Chucky screams viciously and charges at Karen]

Chucky: Well John it's been fun but I got to go. I have a date with a 6 year old boy and you have a date with death!

[Stabs John's voodoo doll]

Chucky: So long John!

[last lines]

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

Chucky: Andy?

[fires gun, screen goes black]

Chucky: 25 years. Since then a lot of families have come and gone; the Barclays, the Kincaids, the Tillys. But you know Nica, your family was always my favorite. And now, you're the last one standing... So to speak!

[laughs manically, then glares down at Nica]

Chucky: You know, you remind me a lot of Andy Barclay. He was a whiney little bitch just like you.

Nica: Did you kill him too?

Chucky: More or less. I killed his childhood. And the truth is, I killed you 25 years ago too, haven't I Nica? This isn't living. You can't call *this* living; you've just been on life support. Time to pull the fucking plug!

Nica: [lifts her head up, looking at him] So , you never actually killed Andy Barclay, did you?

Chucky: [steps back some] What?

Nica: You know it's called Completion Anxiety. It's very common in males... You are a male, aren't you?

Chucky: [glares] Oh, I'm gonna kill you slow!

Nica: [laughs] Oh now I get it! 25 years, must be the slowest murder in history! I mean, what have you been waiting for? A sign from God?

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]

Chucky: [laughs] Women. Can't live with them. Period!

Barb: [after Chucky runs up to her with his knife] Oh my God!

[pause]

Barb: Alice!

Chucky: Alice is MINE! Now she knows...

[peels the rest of his disguise off]

Chucky: ...there is no God!

Chucky: [looks at Barb] You have your mother's eyes. And they were always too FUCKING CLOSE TOGETHER!

[violently stabs his knife into Barb's eye]

Alice: Chucky, I'm scared!

Chucky: [laughs] You fucking should be!

Nica: You're Charles Lee Ray.

Chucky: My friends call me Chucky.

Nica: You're dead.

Chucky: No, you're are.

Nica: Why us?

Chucky: Didn't your mother even mention me? I'm an old friend of the family.

Alice: They'll never find me in here, Chucky! This is the best hiding place ever...

Chucky: JUST KEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT!

Chucky: [during a flashback when Charles Lee Ray kidnapped Nica's mother when she was pregnant with her] It's gettin' late, and I'm gonna go pick up Barbie at day-care.

Sarah: No!

[pause]

Sarah: I mean, shouldn't we have some time alone together?

Chucky: What about family time?

Sarah: Later...

[pause]

Sarah: Right now I want to have you all to myself.

Chucky: Sarah. Sarah, you've had me all day!

Sarah: It isn't enough.

Chucky: That's a selfish fucking attitude for a mother to take!

Sarah: You don't wanna share me with her?

Chucky: No. No. Well, what's gonna happen when the baby comes? Are you gonna keep her from me, too?

[pause]

Chucky: Because that would be very hurtful to me!

[pause]

Chucky: And you wouldn't wanna see me get hurt, would you? Would you? Would you?

Chucky: It's time to play!

Alice: Chucky, you found me!

Chucky: I told you I would.

Alice: Where's Grandma?

Chucky: In the cellar.

Alice: What's she doing down there?

Chucky: Nothin'.

Alice: Chucky, Mommy and Daddy are dead. Aunty Nica killed them...

Chucky: But I'm your friend to the end, Alice. And now it's time to play!

Alice: Hide-And-Seek?

Chucky: Hide-The-Soul. And guess what? You're it!

Alice: Why do I always have to be it?

Chucky: Because you're somebody that no one would ever suspect. Now, close your eyes.

Chucky: [referring to the flowers he bought for a very pregnant Sarah after kidnapping her] Ya like 'em?

Sarah: Mmm-hmm...

[Chucky takes the duct-tape off Sarah's mouth]

Sarah: Yes...

[pause]

Sarah: They're beautiful. Thank you.

Chucky: Difficult to found when I found out they were not exactly in season...

[smirks]

Chucky: Anyway, enjoy.

Chucky: [turns to Nica after killing Ian] Your turn!

[Chucky charges at Nica with the axe]

Nica: [Nica lifts up her paralyzed knees as Chucky swings the axe at her; he slashes her legs but she can't feel the blow. He looks up at Nica, stunned; Nica rips the duct tape off her mouth] MY TURN!

[Nica hits Chucky to the floor; she pulls the axe out of her flesh and decapitates Chucky with the axe]

Chucky: [quietly] Niiiica!

[laughs]

Chucky: I'm gonna get you!

Barb: [talking about the Chucky doll being sent to the house] It was obviously sent here by mistake; it must belong to someone else. And Alice, you already have too many dolls as it is...

Alice: Yeah, but, Chucky's my friend till the end!

Ian: Well I for one think it's a real nice gesture.

[pause]

Ian: Thank you, Auntie Nica!

[off Barb's look]

Ian: It's a doll. What's the worst that can happen, huh?

Chucky: [In his Good Guy voice] I like to be hugged!

Alice: I love to hug you too, Chucky!

[as she hugs him tightly to her, Chucky's eyes eerily start to grow wide]

Alice: [looks confused] What's that, Chucky?

[has the doll pressed against her ear, as if listening to what he's saying]

Alice: Oh, Chucky wants to know what's for dinner!

Chucky: Say 'hi' to the little woman for me!

Chucky: Will you just keep your fucking voice down?

Alice: Chucky, stop cursing!

Chucky: [In his Good Guy voice] Life is short!

Chucky: Women. Can't live with 'em. Period.

Chucky: [Sarah had apparently grassed Charles to the police after Charles sees them arrive at his lair] Why? Why would you want to destroy this family?

Sarah: You destroyed MY family!

[Spits at him]

Chucky: No I told you I always had time for families. Especially kids!

[Chucky stabs Sarah's womb]

Chucky: .

Nica: [Realizing why she is paraplegic] You DID THIS to me?

Chucky: No Nica. You did this to me. You and your mommy.

[Flashback to the toy shop scene from the original film]

Chucky: . Got me killed! But I knew a way to come back!

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!

Chucky: [Approaches the teacher out of the closet with a long ruler] You've been veeeerrry naughty, Miss Kettlewell!

Grace Poole: Come on, Andy. We've got to get out of the building.

[walks down stairwell with Andy before noticing Kyle]

Grace Poole: Kyle? You did this didn't you?

[points to fire alarm]

Kyle: [nervously] He did it.

[gestures to Chucky]

Grace Poole: [firmly] Get into my office. Is this your idea of a joke?

[everyone stares at Chucky]

Grace Poole: Oh, give me that!

Chucky: [smiles] Amazing isn't it?

[stabs Grace three times]

Grace Poole: Aah! Aah! Aoah! Aaaaaooohhh!

[drops Chucky and falls into copier machine]

Kyle: Come on!

[grabs Andy and races out of office]

Chucky: [slams door behind Kyle and corners Andy] Okay, sport. We're gonna have a little game of Chucky Says. Chucky says move your ass. Snap out of it! Ya act like ya never seen a dead body before!

Chucky: [Realizing that he is trapped as a doll forever after the unsuccessful voodoo ritual, he corners Andy with a knife] YOU LITTLE SHIT, do you know what you've just done? IT'S TOO LATE! I'VE SPENT TOO MUCH TIME IN THIS BODY, I'M FUCKING TRAPPED IN HERE!

[Kyle comes up behind the huge stacks of packaged Good Guy dolls and shoves the boxes over to fall on Chucky]

Chucky: WHAT THE HELL-!

[the boxes tumble all over on Chucky. He screams angrily while he struggles to get himself out of the pile]

Sammy: I wanna play Red Light.

Grace Poole: No, Sammy. I don't wanna play Red Light. Now, I want you to go to bed right now.

Sammy: But, I'm scared.

Grace Poole: There's nothing to be scared of, it's just a storm.

[picks up ringing telephone]

Grace Poole: Grace Poole.

Chucky: Yes, I'm trying to reach Andy Barclay.

Grace Poole: Andy no longer lives with us. Who is this?

Chucky: This is his Uncle Charles.

Policeman in Car: Okay honey let's see your license.

[Kyle hands license to Policeman]

Policeman in Car: You've been clockin' 60 to 45. What's the hurry?

Kyle: I have a date.

Policeman in Car: You're gonna have to do better than that. Hey it's one of those Good Guys isn't it?

Kyle: Yes it is.

Policeman in Car: [laughs] I love these things. What's your name buddy?

Chucky: Chucky.

Policeman in Car: Haha. That's incredible.

[sees Chucky's nose bleeding]

Policeman in Car: What the hell's that?

Kyle: [looks over at Chucky] You've seen dolls that pee? This one bleeds.

Policeman in Car: Okay just take it easy and buckle up for safety.

Chucky: [after Policeman walks back towards car]

[to Kyle]

Chucky: Now get going.

Chucky: [after the failed voodoo attempt on Andy] NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Chucky: [while being stuck on an assembly line leading to the machine that destroys unwanted Good Guy dolls] ANDY! PLEASE! I was only playing around here!

[Kyle smirks and gives Chucky the middle finger]

Chucky: NOOOOOOOOO!

Chucky: No! I'm turning human again? If I don't get out this body soon I'm screwed.

Chucky: [Chucky holds Mattson at 'gun point'] Put your arms behind the seat.

Mattson: What?

Chucky: Do it!

Mattson: Take it easy! Take it easy! Please, don't, don't shoot. I don't carry cash. I have a gold card. I'll give you anything you want. Tell me what you want.

Chucky: Freeze asshole!

Mattson: Take the car. And you can drop me off but please leave alone. Please!

[Cried in fear]

Chucky: [Using a water gun] Bang! You're dead!

Chucky: I'M GONNA GET YOU, FUCKERS!

Chucky: YOU GODDAMN WOMEN DRIVERS!