Seed of Chucky Page #4

What an a**hole!

- What makes you say that?

- Say what?

- That Redman's is an a**hole.

- I didn't say, you did.

- No I didn't.

- So he's not an a**hole?

- Yes he is.

- Joan, will you stop doing that?

- Doing what?

- Imitating, I don't sound like that!

Yes you do! I do!

Joan, shut up! There's something

wrong with me, I'm pregnant, I...

Jennifer, what's wrong?

Nothing, I'm fine.

I heard you scream.

I can still hear you screaming.

It's just, "Bound"

is on cable.

Gina Gershon is fingering me.

I love this movie, don't you?

Jennifer?

Yeah, that's really interesting,

but I gotta go. Bye.

Jennifer?

- Too tight?

- Yes.

Ain't no such thing.

What are you doing? Stop it!

What the hell is going on

in here?

She came on to me.

- Help me! Somebody help me!

- Shut up, a**hole!

Somebody help me!

Somebody help me!

What the hell is this?

We had an agreement, Chucky!

We decided,

for the sake of our child...

we weren't gonna do

this sh*t anymore.

No, you decided!

Just like you decided

our son was a girl.

- He is a girl!

- He's a boy, godamn it!

And he's the most promising

killer I've ever seen.

You should've been there, Tiff.

You would've been

so proud of him.

- I want a girl!

- I want a boy!

You're tearing me apart!

What about what I want?

- What?

- What?

Doesn't what I want

mean anything at all?

Okay, interesting. Tell us.

What do you want, Sweet Face?

I think I want to be a boy.

Yes! In your face, lady!

But being a girl would be

nice too.

- Well, which is it?

- I'm not sure.

Sometimes I feel like a boy...

sometimes I feel like a girl.

Can I be both?

- Well, some people...

- No way!

But one thing I do know

for sure.

I don't want to be a killer.

Glenda, Glen, whatever.

I'm so proud of you.

No matter what happens...

we'll deal with it together,

as a family.

Okay, Tiff-san.

Wait a minute!

I'm not gonna let you poison

our son's mind...

with your touchy-feely

twelve-step bullshit.

If you two don't wanna kill

anymore, that's your loss.

But don't look down

your noses at me.

I'm not ashamed to be a killer,

I'm proud of it.

It's not an addiction,

it's a choice.

And it's not something that you

should have to hide in the closet.

- Oh dear!

- Oh God!

Well, well, well...

Looks like Ms. High and Mighty

ain't so perfect after all.

It was just a little slip.

Rome wasn't built in a day,

you know?

Besides, the f***er

really had it coming.

- And what about my body?

- I'll take care of it.

Jennifer, I love you.

Jennifer, I love you.

I love you.

- This is Stan.

- Hello. It's Jennifer.

Baby, I need your body.

I'll be right there.

Jennifer, if anything happens to

me I want you to know...

They really do make a cute couple,

don't you think?

It's like my mother

always said...

Christ! Enough with your

mother already!

I killed that b*tch twenty years

ago and she still won't shut up.

There, there, won't be

long now.

Jennifer!

Jennifer!

- Who is it?

- Jennifer!

It's that nosy b*tch Joan.

I'll take care of her.

I wouldn't want you to violate

your delicate sensibilities.

Jennifer!

Jennifer?

Jennifer!

Jennifer?

Oh my God!

Jennifer.

Look out behind you!

Joan!

Look, I'm not gonna

give you crap.

Nobody is perfect, Tiff.

I've got a few

skeletons in the closet myself.

See? Come on, Tiff?

How long did it take

to build Rome anyway?

Tiff?

Glen?

Guess again, daddy.

- Glenda?

- That's my name.

- Don't you ever hear?

- Oh sh*t!

- What did I miss?

- Nothing much.

I just fired Joan.

Looks like you win after

all, Tiff.

- Congratulations.

- You both win.

I'm a real lady killer,

if you catch my drift.

I'm a boned bonus baby.

Jesus Christ Chucky,

what did you do to him?

What did I do? At least I spent

time with the kid.

Glen, wake up!

Stop it, mommy.

You'll wrinkle my dress.

How do you like it?

I made it myself.

Like mother, like daughter,

right?

Like mother, like daughter.

Like mother, like daughter.

Wake up! Right now!

Mom? Dad?

What am I?

Push, Mrs. Tilly.

Push!

I'm pushing,

you little star f***er!

Pay no attention to little

Mrs. Potty Mouth. She's hormone.

Oh my God! It's coming!

I can see it's little head.

What is it? What is it?

- It's a boy.

- A boy.

Thank God.

Give me my baby.

Chucky, we're not done

here yet.

- What?

- Jennifer isn't done.

We've got another one here.

Push, Jennifer. Push!

Push! Push it out!

What's this one?

It's a girl.

Chucky, it's time.

- Give me the power, I beg of you.

- Hold it!

Hold it. Chucky.

First he has to choose.

I beg your pardon?

Sorry, she has to choose.

We don't have time for this sh*t.

- Wait Chucky!

We have a son and a daughter.

Glen and Glenda.

Don't you get it?

Maybe they don't have to choose.

- Help!

- Hurry Chucky, do the chant!

- Somebody help!

- Chucky, do it now!

- Help! Help us!

- We won't get another chance.

What are you waiting for,

Chucky?

- Help!

- Do it! Do it!

Everybody shut up!

I've had it! That's it!

There's a limit

to how much I can take.

What are you talking about?

Look around you, Tiff.

This is nuts!

And I have a very high

tolerance for nuts.

If this is what it takes

to be human...

then I'd rather take my chances as

a supernaturally possessed doll...

it's less complicated.

- You can't be serious.

- As a heart attack.

Think about it. What's so great

about being human anyway?

You get sick, you get old,

you can't get it up anymore.

I'm not looking forward

to that.

Honey, I wanna be

Jennifer Tilly.

I wanna be a star.

And I don't wanna be

your chauffer.

As a doll, I'm f***ing infamous!

I'm one of the most notorious

slashers in history.

And I don't wanna give that up!

I'm Chucky,

the Killer Doll!

And I dig it!

I have everything I want.

A beautiful wife.

A multi-talented kid.

This is who I am, Tiff.

This is me!

Chucky, I don't know what the

f*** you're talking about...

I don't know who the f***

you are anymore.

But it's not enough for me.

I want more.

What are you saying?

It's over.

We've gotta get out of here,

Sweet Face.

I'm leaving you, Chucky,

and I'm taking the kid.

Nobody leaves me!

Nobody!

No! No!

Jennifer, I love...

Stan tell me, tell me...

Jesus!

- Oh my God!

- My babies!

I just wanna know

where they are.

They're fine, Jennifer.

They're in the maternity ward.

- Alright...

- The important thing for you...

to think about now is getting well

so you can get on with your career.

I don't care about my career,

I want my babies.

I'm working on it Jennifer,

but you're not making it easy.

I already talked to the cops,

they cleared me.

They know that you're

not a killer...

they didn't say you were

mentally competent.

What do you expect

after the story you told?

It's true.

I suggest from now on you

keep that to yourself.

We'll talk later.

Try to get some sleep.

Wish me luck, Sweet Face.

Mommy is gonna be a star.

I can't think of a thing to say.

F*** it!

Give me the power,

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