Bride of Chucky Page #2

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You know me.

I'll kill anybody,|but I'll only sleep with someone I love.

- You look great, Tiff.|- Thanks.

I mean it.|I gotta be honest.

I always thought|you were gonna let yourself go.

Come here.

Yeah.

Huh?

Stop it.

- Hmm.

All right,|you satisfied?

- Can I wait in the car, please?|- No.

All right,|Boogie Nights, you're up.

This is such|a load of sh*t.

You know we haven't|been drinking.

Well, then, you've got|nothing to worry about, do you?

Evening, Chief.

Seems like|a false alarm here.

That's okay, Norton.|Better safe than sorry, right?

- This is a new low.|- For you too.

- Get in the car.|- Bite me.

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 embarrass me...

by ending up on Jerry Springer|with some trailer trash lowlife.

- You f***.|- But you won't.

Not Jade anyway.|Not anymore.

In the car.

You can't keep us|from seeing each other.

I'm the Chief of Police, sport.|I can do whatever I want.

So if, for example, I was|to run a blood test on you tonight...

and the results made you look like|Christian Slater on New Year's Eve,

you think anybody|would question me?

- He's bluffing.|- Try me.

I wish we really could|choose our own families.

David, you keep|your orchid dry now, you hear?

- Come on, sunshine.

"Try me".

Screw him.

lf I were you, I would take Jade,|get the hell outta Dodge...

and never look back.

Look, Chucky.

I made Swedish meatballs,|your favorite.

Honey, you shouldn't have.

Well, I wanted everything tonight|to be absolutely perfect.

Tiff, what the hell|is that?

It's a playpen, silly,|for the nursery.

You know, Chucky,|I still have the ring.

- What ring?|- The ring, the one you left for me.

I found it on the mantel the night you|were killed. I've never taken it off.

Oh, that? The one I got|from Vivian Van Pelt.

- Vivian who?|- Vivian Van Pelt.

I dumped her|in the river, remember?

That ring is worth|five or six grand, easy.

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

What are you, f***ing nuts?

You thought...

You haven't changed.

You'll never change.

What the hell|was I thinking?

Now, the first thing we gotta do is|get me outta this body once and for all.

No.

I think I prefer you|like this.

You're kinda cute.|You're just like a little baby.

- Is the little baby ticklish? Is he?|- Stop!

- Is he? Is he? Is he?|- Stop! Stop!

- Is he? Is he? Okay. Mommy's tired.

Time to go to sleep.

Okay, I get it.

You're still hung up|on the domestic thing.

No problem.|We'll get hitched.

Sorry.|I'm not into short guys.

My mother always said|love was supposed to set you free.

But that's not true, Chucky.

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