Bride of Chucky Page #2

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Tiff, what the hell|is that?

It's a playpen, silly,|for the nursery.

You know, Chucky,|I still have the ring.

- What ring?|- The ring, the one you left for me.

I found it on the mantel the night you|were killed. I've never taken it off.

Oh, that? The one I got|from Vivian Van Pelt.

- Vivian who?|- Vivian Van Pelt.

I dumped her|in the river, remember?

That ring is worth|five or six grand, easy.

You mean.... you weren't|gonna ask me to marry you?

What are you, f***ing nuts?

You thought...

You haven't changed.

You'll never change.

What the hell|was I thinking?

Now, the first thing we gotta do is|get me outta this body once and for all.

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?|- Stop!

- Is he? Is he? Is he?|- Stop! Stop!

- Is he? Is he? Okay. Mommy's tired.

Time to go to sleep.

Okay, I get it.

You're still hung up|on the domestic thing.

No problem.|We'll get hitched.

Sorry.|I'm not into short guys.

My mother always said|love was supposed to 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.

You let me outta here|right now!

Sweet dreams, a**hole.

I'm crazy

Crazy for feelin'|so blue

I knew

You'd love me|as long as you wanted

And someday

You'd leave me|for somebody new

Crazy for tryin'

And crazy for cryin'

And I'm crazy|for lovin' you

I'm crazy for tryin'

And crazy for cryin'

Jesse, honey, could you|give me a hand with this?

Yeah, okay, uh,|just a second.

Thanks, sweetface.|I owe you one.

- Yeah.|- I'm crazy for feeling' so lonely

Sh*t!

I'm crazy

- Hi.|- Hi.

So, you movin' out already?

No such luck.

Oh, sorry.

You want me|to put that in the car?

Yeah, I'm just, you know,|taking some stuff to the Goodwill.

- It's heavy.|- Oh, yeah.

- What do you got in here?|- Oh, you know.|A little of this, a little of that.

Stuff that's gone|out of style.

You ever look at something,|and you realize you are just|sick to death looking at it?

That's how I feel|about that sh*t.

Here. In the trunk.

- In the trunk?|- You can do it.

Bend your knees.

Wow. You are strong.|Nice muscle tone. You work out a lot?

I've been doing|some push-ups...

- Sorry.|- No, that's okay.|Can't hurt it. Might help.

Tiffany, where the f*** are you?

You got some company?

Nah, just baby-sittin'.|Foul-mouthed little f***er.

Let me help you|with this.

Oh, um...

What are you doing|later on?

'Cause I was thinking...

maybe you and I could|go get a drink or something.

That is,|if you're up to it.

- No, no. I-I can't.|- Why?

- I'm seeing someone.|- Really?

All the good guys|are taken.

- I-I gotta go.|- Okay.

Bye.

Jesse?

- Treat her right, Jesse.|- Excuse me?

Treat her right.|Never take her for granted.

It's like my mother|always used to say,

"A woman spends all day|slaving over a hot stove for a man,

the least he can do|is the dishes".

She's kind of a philosopher,|my mother.

- Hmm. Take it easy.|- See you around.

Spell "woman".

B-I-T-C-H.

That is incorrect.|The correct spelling of "woman" is...

W-O-M-A-N.

Shows how much you know.

- Yoo-hoo! I'm home.

Oh! Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

lf you can't play nice,|I may just have to take your toys away.

I have a surprise for you. I've been|thinking about what you said...

about wanting to get married.

Yeah?

- I think it would|do you good to settle down.|- Babe, this is great!

You won't regret it,|I promise.

I'm gonna treat you|like a princess.

- What's that?|- Your bride.

With this ring, I thee wed.

Oh, Chucky.|She's beautiful.

You are so dead.

Congratulations, Chucky.

Now, I'm sure you two kids|would want to be alone.

While there are|still no leads in the murder|of Officer Bob Bailey,

evidence suggests that his death|may be linked to another body...

found earlier today.

Damien Baylock, whose real name|was Howard Fitzwater,

was dragged from the East River|this afternoon.

Detective Preston, is there a|connection between these two murders?

Could be.

- Possibly.|- Is this the work of a serial killer?

- Maybe.|- I didn't say that.

No, sir, you didn't, but what can|you tell us about these murders?

Nothing.

I can tell you that this used to be|a nice rural community...

She's alive! Alive!

The bride of Frankenstein.

I promise to love, honor and cherish|till death do us part.

I promise to love, honor and cherish|till death do us part.

You got that right.

She hate me.

We belong dead.

Give me the power,|I beg of you.

Awake!

Awake!

What a crock.

You son of a b*tch!|What have you done to me?

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.

I wouldn't marry you|if you had the body of G.I. Joe.

Hey, Raggedy Ann, you looked|in the mirror lately?

Now's not the time|to get picky. Hmm.

Face it, Tiff.

You need me. Otherwise,|you're stuck like this for good.

I don't need you.|I'll look it up myself.

Oh, go ahead. Chapter six.

Page 217.

The Heart of Damballa.|What's that?

An amulet.

We need it to transfer|our souls into human bodies.

Okay.|And where the hell is it?

I was wearing it|around my neck...

the night those bastards|gunned me down.

It was buried with my corpse|in Hackensack, New Jersey.

- All right, let's go.|- Sure. I'll steer and|you can work the pedals.

We're dolls, you dope!

Oh, my God! What are we gonna do?

Ay-yi-yi.

- Shut up.|- You shut up.

I don't get it.|Why don't you just mail the dolls?

These dolls are very special.

What do you mean,|"special"?

I mean there's 500 bucks in it for you|if you get 'em there by tomorrow.

No questions asked.

I'd do it myself,|but I have to take care of a friend...

who's mentally|incapacitated.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll do it.

But I want a thousand.

Okay, sweetface,|I can give you half now,

and my friend in Jersey|will give you the rest.

Color me|your color, baby

Color me your car

Color me your color,|darlin'

I know who you are

Come up off|your color chart

I know where|you're coming from

- Call me |- Call me

On the line

Call me,|call me any, anytime

- Call me |- Call me

My love, you can call me|any day or night

Call me

Wow!

Barbie,|eat your heart out.

Uh... um...

- Just act natural.|- Right.

- Call me |- Call me

My love, call me,|call me any, anytime

- Call me |- Call me

My love, call me,|call me for some overtime

"Please deliver dolls|to caretaker's office.

Forest Creek Cemetery.|Hackensack, New Jersey.

Love and kisses, Tiffany".

Cemetery?

Call me for your|lover's lover's alibi

- Call me |- Call me

On the line, call me|call me any, anytime

David, you remember|when you were seeing Brad Barker?

Oh! Vividly. Whoo!

You loved him, didn't you?

Yeah... I did.

What happened?

His mother found|a letter I'd written him.

She freaked,|and we haven't spoken since.

You know, Jade,

we get very few chances|in life to be happy.

You gotta grab the brass ring|when you can.

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