Seed of Chucky Page #3

Redman, I was wondering...

what's gonna take to make you

seem me as a Virgin?

Well, you tell me!

A masturbating midget?

Get it, Mini-Me!

Sweet Jesus!

God bless the little people!

- I don't know if I can do this?

- Why not?

- What will people say?

- F*** what people will say!

You know what I'm saying?

This was meant to be, for real.

You know how I know? 'Cause

the man upstairs told me so.

- Really?

- Hell yeah!

Mel Gibson ain't the only one God's

been talking to in Hollywood.

And He personally told me,

that you was my Virgin.

What the hell?

Pig!

And you should be

ashamed yourself.

Where's your self-respect?

You know what my mother

used to say about dirty girls?

She said "You can always smell

it on the girls who sell it".

By the way, can I have

your autograph?

I'm a big fan.

What am I supposed to do

with this?

Mrs. Tilly, I know

you're frightened.

You're probably even wondering

if you've gone completely insane.

But I promise you, tomorrow

you're going to wake up...

and this will all seem

just like a bad dream.

In the mean time...

we can do this the easy way,

or the hard way.

It's really up to you.

No wonder the girl

is always in trouble.

Check it out.

Look at the size of his feet.

You know what they say.

Geez, she's fat.

I can't believe it, she's not

even pregnant yet.

Paparazzi scum bag!

Looks like you've got

everything under control.

I'll just leave you to it.

Motherhood is so beautiful.

No, no...

Sorry, just messing with you.

What time is it?

Time to get dressed.

We're gonna have our own boys'

night out, just you and me.

- How does that sound?

- Where are we going?

Hunting.

I can't see anything.

Maybe we should slow down?

Now, you're doing great!

Son of a b*tch!

- Up yours, a**hole!

- What?

Not you, son.

Come on, floor it!

Ops! I did it again!

Jesus Christ!

No!

- Oughta a boy!

- No, I didn't...

And I thought you

weren't ready, kid!

You're a f***ing natural!

But he hit the shelf!

And don't worry about your

mother, it'll be our little secret.

Say "cheese".

Good morning.

Hi.

We must have really gotten

wild last night.

Redman, did we...?

- You don't remember?

- No, it's all blur.

- What about you?

- I remember you screaming a lot.

I seem to remember that too.

I have that effect on women.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Wait, I do remember.

I had the strangest dream.

I dreamt my guardian angel

came to me.

She had the sweetest voice

I've ever heard.

She told me

to respect myself...

and then she asked for

my autograph.

Let' see, step number one,

admit I have an addiction.

Okay, check.

Step number two, give myself

over to a higher power?

Whatever.

Here we go.

Step number nine:

The recovering addict...

must make amendments to anyone

he or she has harmed.

- Hello?

- Good morning. Is this Ruth Bailey?

- Speaking.

- The widow of Robert Bailey?

- Yes, who is this?

- Mrs. Bailey...

my name's Tiffany Ray.

You don't know me, but a few

years ago I killed your husband.

And I'm so very sorry.

Is this some kind of sick joke?

No, I'm completely serious.

But I want you to know...

I'm recovering now and

I've put all of that behind me.

I don't know who you are,

but...

Thank you Mrs. Bailey,

have a nice day.

I feel better already.

Good morning, Stan.

What is so important

you wanted to tell me?

Well, the things is, Jennifer...

I'm sorry, I don't know

what's got into me.

So you were saying...

- Forget it.

- Okay.

Now, let's see...

what should we do today?

I'm pregnant.

Redman, I said I'm pregnant.

Congratulations.

Who's the baby's daddy?

Don't even look at me.

I haven't slept with anyone else...

to advance my career lately.

- Who are you kidding?

- It's true, Redman, look.

I know I come off all sluty,

but that's for my image.

You think anyone would cast me

in these sexy roles...

if they knew I hadn't been

laid in a year?

I haven't even slept

with my driver yet...

and I think he really likes me.

That's all very touchy and sh*t,

but I'm telling you it can't be me.

Why not?

I had a vasectomy as soon as

I got to Hollywood.

I ain't no idiot.

- That's impossible, because...

- Hey, Jennifer.

I hate to break it to you...

but I can't hire you

if you're pregnant.

That's ridiculous.

The character is pregnant.

I know, but I have a very

specific vision of Mary.

What can I say?

She's gotta be hot.

That pig!

- Recovery Hotline.

- Yes, I'm in recovery.

And I'm afraid I'm going

to have a slip.

- Can you get to a meeting?

- No, it's really not an option.

- I just freak everybody out.

- Don't be so hard on yourself.

We're not here to judge you.

What's your name?

- Tiffany.

- Listen to me, Tiffany.

- I know what you're going through.

- You do?

Yes, I do. In fact, I'm gonna

let you in a little secret.

- Just last week I had a slip.

- Really?

Yeah, and believe me,

it was not pretty.

- It never is, is it?

- No.

In fact it took me three hours

just to clean up the mess.

Oh God, don't remind me.

But I'm not beating myself

over it.

- You know why, Tiffany?

- Why?

Because Rome wasn't built

in a day.

You're right.

You're absolutely right.

Hello?

Speaking. Who's this?

I understand who you are, I just

don't know how you got my number.

Because it's a private number.

Pete Peters?

Yeah, I saw him yesterday.

I don't have any relationship

with him.

He's a paparazzi who

started taking pictures of me...

in compromising positions.

Redman is a director...

Oh yeah...

he's a rapper too...

he's a rapper director, okay?

Bye-bye.

Jennifer.

Do you mind?

I'm on the phone.

There's been another murder.

What? I told where I was.

I was right here all night

with Redman.

What? I don't...

You're not telling me I'm

a suspect, are you?

Okay. Alright.

I'm on my way.

I'm leaving.

You can let yourself out.

By the way Redman,

drop dead.

Glenda, honey,

everything is okay.

It was just a little slip.

No need to tell your daddy.

It'll be our little secret, okay?

It's "D" day here

in San Quentin.

Who would've thought

it would ever come to this?

They're executing Martha Stewart

this morning.

I don't think I can take

nine months of this sh*t.

Silly Chucky. It's a voodoo

pregnancy. It's accelerated.

How accelerated?

It's 102,7 Kiss FM, LA's number

one music station.

Ryan Seacrest, Ally Kay "I don't

know if I can't take it" on the way.

We have bad weather on the way,

LA, Hollywood.

Bad weather? We're not

used to bad weather.

No, we're not.

I'm pretty sure it's gonna

affect my whole life.

I'd like to hear more reports

on the weather...

This is Joan.

Joan, I'm fat.

- You're not fat.

- No, I'm fat, I'm huge!

For the love of Mary,

I'm pregnant.

- Oh my God.

- No, I should've listened to you.

You said it was evil

and I was going to hell.

You're right and

now God is punishing me.

- My God. Is it Redman's?

- No, it's definitely not Redman's.

- What?

- What?

It's definitely not Redman's.

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