Seed of Chucky Page #2

- Tiff?

- Chucky?

Who the hell are you?

Shitface.

Now what kind of a name

is that?

Where are you mother

and father?

Checking from that face,

my guess is they're hiding.

Shut up, you a**hole.

Come on, it looks like the kid

fell off the ugly tree...

and hit every branch

on the way down.

You gotta feel bad for the parents.

I wonder what they must look like.

Oh my God.

What? No you didn't...

we didn't...

Sweet Face, come to mommy!

What's going on?

Where are we?

In Hollywood.

I saw you on the TV.

Chucky, wake up!

Look at us!

We've had a make over!

We're movie stars!

Sh*t! Barbie mode!

They're puppets. They don't

walk and talk by themselves.

Listen, if you want them to work,

I'm gonna have to take them apart.

Is mommy ill?

The courts thought so.

Heads up!

I'll stop believing that.

Hey, you're pissing your pants.

Chucky, she's just had

an accident.

You mean "he" had an accident.

Don't look at me.

See? What did I tell you?

- A beautiful little girl.

- What? Are you blind?

That's my boy!

It's just that he hasn't had

his growth spurt yet.

Don't worry about it, son.

You're a later bloomer, that's all.

And it's high time

that you had a real name.

Let's see, I'm gonna call you...

Glen.

Glen? What kind of name

is that for a girl?

Don't listen to him, honey.

From now on, your name is...

Glenda.

Run, Glenda!

Geez! What a mess!

There you are, mister good bar.

Jennifer Tilly!

Hello!

Oh my God!

You look so real.

You look so real!

You're cuter than

my last boyfriend.

I think we make

a lovely couple.

Jennifer! Mrs. Tilly!

Were you having an affair with him?

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Pete Peters,

Celebrities Reveal.

- Jennifer, what did you see?

- You want me to draw a picture?

- Somebody give her a piece of paper!

- I'm not going to draw a picture.

Don't feel bad, you're an

actress, not an artist, uh?

What were you doing

when you saw the body?

No comments.

Jennifer, I love you.

Jennifer, I love you.

Is it true that you and

Redman talked about...

you starring in his

new movie?

- Yes, as a matter of fact, I...

- Can I have your autograph?

Okay, sure.

We've heard about

your obsession with chocolate.

Hey, hold on,

you forgot the head.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Jennifer, how old

are you really?

- Paparazzi scum bag!

- What year were you born?

- I want the set of the film, okay?

- Sure.

What are you hiding?

- Are you okay?

- I am now.

So are you a pair

of ninja assassins?

Are you hit men for the Yakuza?

We're not from Japan.

We're from Jersey.

Just think. Jennifer Tilly

is playing me in a movie.

- It's absolutely perfect casting.

- But that voice?

I know, she sounds

just like an angel.

Now I've got it all

figured it out.

I'm gonna transfer my soul

into Jennifer...

and you're gonna transfer your

soul into Redman.

I'm down with that.

We'll diss these plastic bodies

once and for all...

and we'll be Hollywood's

hottest couple!

- What about me?

- Don't worry, Glenda.

I've got that

figured it out too.

You are going to be

a real life girl.

- Boy.

- How?

Well, I'm not getting pregnant

again, I'll tell you that much.

My mother always told me...

"once is a blessing,

twice is a curse. "

That would explain your sister.

The only sensible option

is a surrogate mother.

- I have something important...

- Hold on a second, sweetheart.

- Hello?

- What are you doing?

I'm busy.

- I do have a life, you know?

- Turn on the news.

We have discovered

the victim's body.

As of yet there's no

official confirmation...

as to whether or not

Mrs. Tilly is a suspect

- Jesus!

- Can you believe it?

Are you okay?

I've had better days.

Listen Joan, I need you

to do something for me.

I need you to get me

a bottle of champagne...

and bring it by my house.

What for?

I've got a big night tonight.

Tonight? With who?

Redman.

- Jennifer, what are you up to?

- Thank you, Joan.

Come on, Stan. It's just business.

He'll be outta there by midnight.

Oh my God!

She's a complete slut!

Good night, Glenda.

Sleep tight.

Leave it on.

Oh sweetie.

There's nothing to be scared of.

Your dad and I will be

right here.

Why do you kill people?

Excuse me?

Why do you kill?

It's a hobby, really.

It helps us relax.

Am I going to be a killer?

Of course! It's been a family

tradition for generations!

But violence is bad, isn't it?

They said so on TV.

Not violence. Violins.

Violins are bad.

That scrutchy music is gonna

ruin the godamn country.

Chucky, Glenda is right.

It's time we owned up to it.

We have a problem with killing.

I don't have a "problem"

with killing.

I like a little killing now and

then. What's wrong with that?

Killing is an addiction

like any other drug.

But we're parents now.

We have to set a good example.

Let's quit, Chucky.

Right now!

You have got to be kidding.

Promise me, Chucky,

no more killing.

- No.

- Chucky.

- No, no...

- No more killing!

- No, no...

- We can't do it anymore!

- No, no...

- We have the future to think of!

- No, no!

- We have a child!

Fine! Alright already!

I promise.

Thank you, doll baby.

You're a sweetheart.

Now we really will be

the perfect family.

Did you hear that?

Maybe you should forget the director

and f*** the exterminator instead.

So how do I look? Never mind.

Jennifer, this is beneath you.

Think about what you're doing.

What the people are gonna say?

Who cares what people will say?

- Don't you see how evil this is?

- I don't wanna hear it.

You're prostituting yourself

so you can play the Virgin Mary.

Joan, I don't wanna hear it.

This is so evil.

You're going to hell.

No, hell would be ending up

on "Celebrity Fear Factor"...

in a worm-eating contest

with Ann and Nicole Smith.

Which you'd win.

- He's here.

- Let yourself out the back.

And while you're at it,

leave your key on the counter.

- What are you saying?

- You think I'm so disgusting...

you think I'm going to hell.

I'm only trying

to survive here, Joan.

God knows I wouldn't wanna

drag you down with me.

I'm saying you're fired.

I'm gonna get that ass...

Now in artificial insemination,

timing is everything...

so you have to hurry. That

shouldn't be a problem for you.

Yeah, just don't let that player

get into her pants.

I don't want him touching

my woman...

- until I'm him, and you're her.

- Right.

Hey, aren't you gonna give me

a hand here?

Too tall.

Lesbos!

Done her.

Here we go!

Come to papa!

Cheers!

You know, I wasn't bullshitting

when I told you I was a fan.

That's so sweet, Redman.

Which of my films

is your favorite?

That movie where you and

that chick were making out.

"Bound".

Everybody likes that one.

- You're still in touch with her?

- Gina?

Yeah, we're friends.

Close friends.

Very close friends.

Maybe the three of us

can hang out together sometime.

- I'd really like that a lot.

- Okay.

- I'll see if I can make it happen.

- The bottom is up, baby.

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