- 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?
- Tiffany: Ten years is a long time, Chucky. Besides, I was never actually with him. You know me. I'll kill anybody, but I'll only sleep with someone I love.
- 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: 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
- Bride doll: I promise to honor, love, and cherish, till death us do part.
- Chucky: You got that right!
- 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.
- 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: 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]
- Chucky: 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.
- 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: 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!
- Chucky: [Warren is hit in the face with a bunch of nails, making him look like Pinhead from Hellraiser (1987)] Why does that look so familiar?
- Tiffany: Auday duay dumbalar. Give me the power, I beg of you. Auday duay dumbalar. Give me the power, I beg of you. La mwar de sway de pwa de yo. Se swa seten de pwa de mor. Auday deway dum balar. Awake!
- Tiffany: A woman spends all day over a hot stove slaving away for her man. The least he can do is the dishes.
- 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]
- 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!
- [Tiffany throws a bottle of champagne into the mirrored bed canopy, sending down shards of glass killing Russ and Diane]
- Chucky: I love you.
- Tiffany: Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. Back on your knees. Crawl. Good boy. Stay down on the floor where you belong. That's right.