Bride of Chucky Quotes

Tiffany: My mother always said love was supposed 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.

Chucky: [stuck in playpen] You let me outta here right now!

Tiffany: Sweet dreams, asshole.

[first lines]

Tiffany: [on phone] Hello.

Bailey: Hey I'm on my way. And don't forget my money.

Tiffany: See you soon. And Bailey, don't you forget.

[Bailey nearly gets into an accident from glancing at the bag]

Tiffany: Curiosity killed the cat.

[she laughs]

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

[referring to trunk with Damien's body in it]

Jesse: [washing van] Yeah, okay, uh, just a second.

Tiffany: Thanks, sweet face. I owe you one.

Jade: This is a new low.

Chief Warren Kincaid: For you too. Get in the car.

Tiffany: Now you watch me.

[looks at Chucky]

Tiffany: Both of you.

Chucky: What would Martha Stewart say?

Tiffany: Fuck Martha Stewart! Martha Stewart can kiss my shiny plastic butt! Here I am, slaving a way over a hot stove, making cookies... making Swedish meatballs, and for what? A man who doesn't appreciate me! For a man that can't even wash one fucking dish! For a man who isn't even a man at all where it counts, if you get my drift! -to Jade- Take it from me honey, plastic is no substitute for a nice hunk of wood!

Chucky: 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?

Chucky: Go ahead and shoot! I'll be back! I ALWAYS come back!

[Jade cocks the gun]

Chucky: Yeah... but dying is such a bitch!

Tiffany: Have you got a rubber?

Chucky: Have I got a rubber? Tiff, look at me. I'm ALL rubber.

Tiffany: That's right... wait, I thought you were plastic?

Chucky: Tiff... kiss me

Tiffany: Ok.

Jesse: They think we're mass murderers!

David: Multiple murderers, actually. Mass murderers kill a whole lot of people at the same time, like at the post office.

Chief Warren Kincaid: So, I've heard a lot about you, David. I understand you're off to Princetown next fall.

David: Yes, sir.

Chief Warren Kincaid: What are you gonna study?

David: Theatre arts.

Chief Warren Kincaid: But on an athletic scholarship, right? Playing hockey?

David: Figure skating.

Jesse: How'd you end up like this?

Tiffany: It's a long story.

Chucky: Let me put it this way. If this were a movie, it would take three or four sequels to do it justice.

Chucky: Face it, Tiff. You need me, otherwise you're stuck like this for good.

Tiffany: [Reading the book on "Voodoo For Dummies"] I don't need you, I'll look it up myself.

Chucky: Oh, go ahead. Chapter six. Page two-seventeen.

Tiffany: 'The heart of Dambala'... what's that?

Chucky: An amulet! We need it to transfer our souls into human bodies.

Tiffany: OK. And where the hell is it?

Chucky: [Holding up newspaper clipping of his death] I was wearing it around my neck the night those bastards gunned me down. It was buried with my corpse, in Hackensack, New Jersey.

Tiffany: All right. Let's go.

Chucky: Oh, sure. I'll steer and you can work the peddles. We're DOLLS ya dope!

Tiffany: [Begins to cry] Oh my god, what are we gonna do!

Chucky: Aye aye aye.

[Tiffany continues to cry]

Chucky: Shut up!

Tiffany: [Stops crying] You shut up.

Spelling Computer: Spell "woman".

Spelling Computer: B-I-T-C-H. That is incorrect. The correct spelling of woman in "W-O-M...

Chucky: [throws spelling computer against the wall] Shows how much you know.

[Warren is trying to get into Jesse's van, and goes off for a crowbar]

Tiffany: Who the hell's this bozo? What's he doing?

Chucky: Screwing with our ride, that's what.

[pulls out knife]

Chucky: Ahh, what the hell, I need the exercise.

Tiffany: Were you born with that knife superglued to your hand or what?

Chucky: What are you talking about?

Tiffany: For god's sake Chucky, drag yourself into the 90s. Stabbings went out with Bundy and Dahmer. You look like Martha Stewart with that thing.

Chucky: Who the fuck is Martha Stewart?

Tiffany: My idol. And what does Martha tell you to do when friends drop by for dinner and you haven't had time to shop? You improvise.

Tiffany: God, was Chucky an incredible lover! He was the best I ever had.

Damien: Oh, come on, Tiff. He ain't big enough to handle a woman like you?

Chucky: It ain't the size that counts, asshole - it's what you do with it.

Diane: [picks up Tiffany] Oh Russ, have you ever seen anything so cute in your life! What an excellent idea for a wedding gift!

[picks up Chucky, disgusted]

Diane: Oh, well this one has a face only a mother could love.

Chucky: Hi, I'm Chucky, and I wouldn't talk if I were you! Hidy-ho. Hahaha.

Bride doll: I promise to honor, love, and cherish, till death us do part.

Chucky: You got that right!

Chief Warren Kincaid: Jade, when you're 18 you can go to hell for all I care. But until then, I'm stuck with you, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you embarass me by winding up on Jerry Springer with some trailer trash low-life.

Jesse: You fuck.

Chief Warren Kincaid: But you won't. Not Jade anyway, not anymore.

Jesse: You can't keep us from seeing each other.

Chief Warren Kincaid: I'm the chief of police, sport. I can do whatever I want. Like for example if I were to run a blood test on you tonight and the results made you look like Christian Slater on New Year's Eve, do you think anyone would question me?

Chucky: Tiffany! Where the fuck are you?

Jesse: You got company?

Tiffany: Nope, just babysitting. Foul-mouthed little fucker.

[laughs]

Tiffany: What are we gonna do?

Chucky: [Sarcastically] I don't know, what would Martha Stewart do?

Chucky: Hi. I'm Chucky, wanna play?

Damien: Where the hell did you get this thing?

Tiffany: Got it from the cops. It's the actual doll from those murders. I... stitched him together.

Damien: You've got to be kidding me.

Tiffany: No I'm not kidding you, I...

Damien: Oh come on, Tiffany. I knew you were obsessed, but...

Tiffany: I'm not obsessed.

Damien: Chucky? He's so... 80s.

Tiffany: No he's not.

Damien: He isn't even scary.

Tiffany: Yes he is.

Damien: Look at him. What are you lookin at punk? You lookin at me?

Tiffany: Alright, so, I was wrong. I thought he'd make an... interesting toy... Damien?

Damien: Yeah?

Tiffany: Wanna play?

Damien: ...Okay

Tiffany: You know, Chucky, I still have the ring.

Chucky: What ring?

Tiffany: The ring. The one you left for me. I found it on the mantle the night you were killed. I've never taken it off.

Chucky: Oh, that. The one I got from Vivian VanPelt.

Tiffany: Vivian who?

Chucky: Vivian VanPelt. I dumped her in the river, remember? That ring is worth five or six grand easy.

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

Chucky: What, are you fuckin' nuts?

[laughs hysterically]

[Jade accidentally knocks the head off of Charles Lee Ray's corpse]

Chucky: Bitch! You broke my neck!

Chucky: [looking at his knife] Huh! A true classic never goes out of style!

Tiffany: [to Chucky] That was good!

Damien: Come on, let me in or I'm likely to catch my death out here.

Tiffany: Promises, promises.

Chucky: [Jade is in the grave, trying to open the coffin] Hurry up!

Jade: I'm trying, you fucking midget!

David: [Jade calls David from the motel] Hello?

Jade: David, it's me.

David: Jade. Where are you?

Jade: Niagara. The Honeymoon Suites Motel, which believe me is worse than it sounds.

David: Are you okay?

Jade: No, I'm married.

Jade: [Jesse and Jade are running from the motel after they discover the murders] I can't do this.

Jesse: What?

Jade: I can't go with you, Jesse. Not any more.

Jesse: Oh, man. I'm glad you said that first.

Jade: Why?

Jesse: Jade, this is too much for me. I love you, I will always love you, but there is a limit to how much I can take.

Jade: Would you please stop talking to me like I'm the one who's crazy? You're the crazy one! You're the mass murderer!

Jesse: You mean *multiple* murderer!

Jade: So you admit it?

Jesse: No, I don't!

Jade: I can't take this shit any more!

[David appears in the car window]

Jade: Aaaahhhh!

Damien: Hey, how was your day?

Tiffany: Same old same old.

Damien: [takes a photo out of his back pocket] Oh, hey, check it out.

Tiffany: What?

Damien: Check it out.

Tiffany: [takes the photo] What is it?

Damien: You mean *who* is it.

Tiffany: *Who* is it?

Damien: You mean who *was* it.

Tiffany: [looks at the photo - it's a dead man with blood covering his face] Oh, my God. Oh, my God, you really did a number on him, didn't you?

[Damien laughs]

Tiffany: What did you use? Was it really bloody? Did he scream a lot? Was he half... you know, Damien, this guy looks awfully familiar. I recognise the nail polish.

Damien: [looks at his black nails - the photo was of him] Shit!

Tiffany: You never really actually killed anybody, did you? Did you! Did you, you pathetic worm!

[hits Damien over the head with the photo]

Damien: Come on Tiff, I'm workin' up to it.

Tiffany: Oh, my God. I'm crying. I wonder if all the plumbing works.

Chucky: Well, I don't know about you but I'm starting to feel a bit like Pinocchio here. And I am anatomically correct.

Tiffany: [after Chucky stabs her] My mother always told me love would set me free.

Chucky: [pushes her back] Get off my knife.

Tiffany: I was thinking about what you said about wanting to get married...

Chucky: Yeah?

Tiffany: I think it would be time for you to settle down!

Chucky: Babe, you made the best choice ever! You won't regret this, I promise. I'm going to treat you like a princess.

Tiffany: [rips off wrapping paper and places Bride doll into Chucky's cage]

Chucky: What's that?

Tiffany: Your bride!

Bride doll: With this ring I thee wed...

Tiffany: Oh, Chucky! She's beautiful!

Tiffany: [throws rice at Chucky and laughs]

Chucky: You are so dead!

Tiffany: [Chucky has just transfered Tiffany's soul into a doll] You son of a bitch! What have you done to me?

[Punches Chucky]

Tiffany: 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!

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

Chucky: Hey, Raggedy Anne, you looked in the mirror lately? Now's not the time to get picky

[Tiffany throws a bottle of champagne into the mirrored bed canopy, sending down shards of glass killing Russ and Diane]

Chucky: I love you.

Jade: What are you gonna do to us?

Chucky: Funny you should ask.

Tiffany: These bodies are okay. But they're like apartments were just renting. But now we're movin' on up.

Chucky: Like George and Weezy.

Tiffany: And we're lookin' to buy.

Chucky: And you know what they say about real estate - Location, location, location. Well, you guys are in the right place at the wrong time.

Chucky, Tiffany: [both giggle]

Chucky: I'd imagine at this point you two must have a lot of questions! You do know who I am?

Jesse: Chucky...

Chucky: And this...

[points to Tiffany]

Chucky: is Tiffany!

Tiffany: [to Jesse] I believe we already met, haven't we, sweet-face?

Jesse: [Jesse stares at Tiffany] S-s-so, how-how did you end up like this?

Chucky: Well, it's a long story.

Tiffany: It sure is.

Chucky: In fact if it were a movie, it would take three or four sequels just to do it justice!