Bride of Chucky

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- Hello.|- Hey, I'm on my way.

- And don't forget my money.|- See you soon.

- And, Bailey, don't you forget.

Sh*t.

- Curiosity killed the cat.|- Sh*t!

- Jesus!

Cool.

Well, hello, dolly.

What are you|thinking about

Who do you|think you are

Oh, rage in the cage|and piss upon the stage

There's only one sure way|to bring the giant down

Defunct the strings|of cemetery things

We're one flat foot|on the devil's wings

Crawl on me|sink into me

Die for me|living dead girl

Crawl on me|sink into me

Die for me|living dead girl

What are you|thinking about

What are you|thinking about

Who do you|think you are

Oh, raping the geek|and hustling the freak

Like a hunchback juice|on a sentimental noose

Operation filth, they love|to love the wealth

Of an S.S. whore|making scary sounds

Crawl on me|sink into me

Die for me|living dead girl

Crawl on me|sink into me

Die for me|living dead girl

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo

What are you|thinking about

Aw, crawl on me|sink into me

Die for me|living dead girl

Blood on her skin

Dripping with sin

Do it again

Living dead girl

Hello. I'm Chief Kincaid,|Jade's uncle.

- David Collins. Nice to meet you, sir.|- David, come on in.

Jade!

David's here!

I've been hearing good things|about you, David.|You're off to Princeton next fall.

Yes, sir.

- What are you going to study?|- Theater Arts.

Mm-hmm. But on an athletic|scholarship, right? Playing hockey?

Figure skating.

Mm-hmm. Jade!

Warren, don't scream.

Hi.

You look great.

Jade, uh, I have to tell you. This guy|is a big improvement over the last one.

- I think your mother|and father would've agreed.|- My parents liked all my friends.

I'll be home by midnight.

She's in good hands, sir.

Uh... You forget something?

Oh. This is for you.

- I love lilies.|- Actually, it's an orchid.|Uh, cymbidium orchid?

You put it in a vase|and drop an aspirin in the water,

it should last you|the whole week.

Or so I read.|Nice meeting you.

She just left.

- You look beautiful.

- So Warren fell for it?|- Mm-hmm.

David made quite an impression.|I think Warren's in love.

Yuck. Not my type.

I'm so over that|whole uniform thing.

I won't go home now, mama|Don't make a fool of me

You see, I am|the boogie-woogie...

- Christ. it's Needlenose.

Gotcha.

Give me the power,|I beg of you.

Give me the power,|I beg of you.

Awake!

Awake!

Awake! Awake!|Awake! Awake!

What a crock.

- Hey, Tiffany.|- What are you doing here?

Come on. Let me in.|I'll catch my death out here.

Promises, promises.

Whoa. Whoo!|Hey, how was your day?

Same old, same old.

- Oh, hey, check it out.|- What?

- Check it out.|- What is it?

- You mean who is it?|- Who is it?

You mean who was it.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. You really did|a number on him, didn't you?

What did you use? Was it|really bloody? Did he scream a lot?

Was he ha...

You know, Damien,|this guy looks awfully familiar.

I recognize|the nail polish.

- Sh*t.|- You never really actually|killed anybody, did you?

Did you? Did you?|You pathetic worm!

Come on, Tiff.|I'm working up to it.

Aw, man.

You know, it took me|ten hours to make that thing.

- Damien.|- Yeah?

Could you do me|a favor...

and see if my lipstick|is under the sofa there?

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.|Back on your knees.

Crawl.

Good boy.

Stay down on the floor|where you belong.

That's right.

There's nothing under here.

Charlotte.

- How did you get out?|Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Oh!

Ugh!

- Tiffany.

Well, here we are.

How long have we been|going out for now, huh?

What?

- Don't you think you've|kept me waiting long enough?|- No.

Oh.

You know what|the French call an orgasm?

- Le petit morte.

"The little death".

Come on, Tiffany.|Let's die a little.

Ah!

Hi. I'm Chucky.|Wanna play?

- Where the hell|did you get this thing?|- Got him from the cops.

He's the actual doll from those murders.|I stitched him together.

- You got to be kidding me.|- No, I'm not kidding you.|Why would I kid you?

- I knew you were obsessed, but...|Chucky? He's so '80s.|- I'm not ob...

- He isn't even scary.|- No, he's not. Yes, he is.

What are you|looking at, punk?

All right.|So, I was wrong.

I thought he'd make|an... interesting toy.

- Damien?|- Huh?

You wanna play?

Okay.

First, I do this.

Are you ready|for a menage a trois?

- What's that?|- I thought you understood French.

- Ow! Oh-ho!

Now you watch me.

Both of you.

You know, Damien, there's something|I never told you about Chucky.

- Don't tell me Schmucky is|one of those dolls who wets his pants.|- Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

I wouldn't talk that way|about Chucky if I were you.

He has a very bad temper.

- Ooh!|- You see, we lived together for years.

Of course, that was|before the cops killed him.

That was before he passed|his soul into that doll there.

Boy, was he ever jealous.

Anybody even looked at me,|Chucky would take care of him.

Wouldn't you, Chucky?

We were gonna get married.

God, was he|an incredible lover.

- He was the best I ever had.|- Come on, baby.

He ain't big enough to take care|of a woman like you.

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

All right.

Hi.

Hi.

- How you been?|- Okay.

- You?|- Peachy.

Actually, to tell you the truth,|I've been kinda out of it.

I know. It took me|ten years to find you.

That is sick.

What are you doing|with this jerk anyway?

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.

- You look great, Tiff.|- Thanks.

I mean it.|I gotta be honest.

I always thought|you were gonna let yourself go.

Come here.

Yeah.

Huh?

Stop it.

- Hmm.

All right,|you satisfied?

- Can I wait in the car, please?|- No.

All right,|Boogie Nights, you're up.

This is such|a load of sh*t.

You know we haven't|been drinking.

Well, then, you've got|nothing to worry about, do you?

Evening, Chief.

Seems like|a false alarm here.

That's okay, Norton.|Better safe than sorry, right?

- This is a new low.|- For you too.

- Get in the car.|- Bite me.

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 embarrass me...

by ending up on Jerry Springer|with some trailer trash lowlife.

- You f***.|- But you won't.

Not Jade anyway.|Not anymore.

In the car.

You can't keep us|from seeing each other.

I'm the Chief of Police, sport.|I can do whatever I want.

So if, for example, I was|to run a blood test on you tonight...

and the results made you look like|Christian Slater on New Year's Eve,

you think anybody|would question me?

- He's bluffing.|- Try me.

I wish we really could|choose our own families.

David, you keep|your orchid dry now, you hear?

- Come on, sunshine.

"Try me".

Screw him.

lf I were you, I would take Jade,|get the hell outta Dodge...

and never look back.

Look, Chucky.

I made Swedish meatballs,|your favorite.

Honey, you shouldn't have.

Well, I wanted everything tonight|to be absolutely perfect.

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