Bride of Chucky Page #5

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- Peachy!|- Thanks, honey pot.

- I hope you left room for dessert.|- You know it, pooky.

You know, if I had known that|marriage was such a great gig...

I would never have waited|this long to tie the knot.

On the other hand, she's not|much of a housekeeper, is she?

- Tiff?|- Huh?

Those dishes aren't gonna|wash themselves, you know.

You were nice enough|to cook for him.

The least he could do|is wash the dish.

- What are you doin'?

- What would Martha Stewart say?|- F*** Martha Stewart!

Martha Stewart can kiss|my shiny plastic butt!

Here I am slaving away|over a hot stove,

making cookies,|making Swedish meatballs, and for what?

For a man who doesn't|appreciate me!

For a man who can't even wash|one f***ing dish!

For a man who isn't even|a man at all where it counts,

if you get my drift.

Take it from me, honey. Plastic is|no substitute for a nice hunk of wood.

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?

How dare you|speak to me that way!

- You started it!|- I did not!

- No!

- Whoa!

Jesse! Jesse, please!|Please! Oh, God!

Jesse?

- Get me out of here!

- You b*tch!

Jade!

Hurry!

- Go, go, go!|- Not without you!

I'll be right behind you!

- Hey, beautiful.

Aah!

Jade!

- Move it!|- Ow!

Ow! Ow! Ow!|Oh, ow! Ow, ow, ow!

Get down there. Move!

Open the coffin, Jade.

- Hurry up!|- I'm trying, you f***ing midget!

- Ugh!

You really didn't need|to see that.

Give me the amulet!

B*tch!

- You broke my neck!

- Let her go!|- Let Jade go first!

Get movin'.

And Jade?|See ya real soon.

Get out of here.

Why can't I ever get it on|with the real good guys?

You're a lucky girl.

Catch me, Chucky.

Ugh!

- Aah!

- God, no!|- Pull it out.

I'll take that.

It's show time!

Give me the power,|I beg of you!

- This is it.|- I love you, Chucky.

I know.

We belong together...|forever.

Kiss me.

- Hah!

Why?

Oh, Chucky,|look at us.

Don't you see?|We belong dead.

Good-bye, darling.

I'll see you in hell.

My mother|always told me...

love would set me free.

Get off my knife!

Let me see your hands!

- Drop the gun! Drop it!

Let me out! Let me out!|Let me out! Let me out!

- Whoa.

- Don't move!

Go ahead and shoot.

I'll be back.|I always come back!

Yeah, but dying|is such a b*tch.

No one's ever gonna believe this.|You know that?

What's gonna happen to us?

- Preston. Yeah, I'm here now.

I'm afraid we've got|another corpse to add to the list.

Jesse and Jade?

Hell, they didn't do it.

Just get Forensics|down here.

You're never gonna|f***in' believe this.

Right.

You two go on home.|And stay put.

Let's go home.

Ooh.

Jesus.

- Goddamn!

- Son of a b*tch!

Holy...

B*tch!|Jesus!

Here's to my mother

From her tribe|I have crawled

Get on my feet I walk|three steps then I fall

Don't try to save me, mama|Don't kiss my wounded knees

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

You see I am|the boogie-woogie king

Yes, yes

Take my hand|Take my other hand

Take my hand|Take my other hand

Take my hand|Take my other hand

Take my hand

Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop

Is what I am

The boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop

Is what I am

The people watch me|ride this wicked mule

From its stall

Into the streets where|a thousand eyes stare at all

What do you see now, mama

This wicked mule and me

Or do you see a child|try to get a gal to leave

See, I am|the boogie-woogie king

Yes, yes

Take my hand|Take my other hand

Take my hand|Take my other hand

Take my hand|Take my other hand

Take my hand

Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop

Is what I am

Yes, the boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop

Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop

Boogie-woogie king|from the mountaintop

Is what I am

We belong dead.

Obsessive acts of hate

Abductions|and mass torture

Create emotions|of vengeance

When the living|become the dead

Home invasion

Private party|of thieves

Blood spilled|material thrill

A sign of the times

Self-destruction

Self-destruction

A human disease

Jealousy killed the queen|Sliced her neck from ear to ear

Money and power|set the king free

A jury of his peers|let him be

Jealousy killed the queen|Sliced her neck from ear to ear

Money and power|set the king free

A jury of his peers|let him be

Jealousy killed the queen|Sliced her neck from ear to ear

Money and power|set the king free

Self-destruction.|Self-destruction.

That's more like it.

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