I need you to inject it under my rib. Mom would have wanted you to be taken care of. I should have seen it coming. I'll be there, like, noon? God bless Grandma, and Mommy, and Daddy, and Jill. It's just a fucking nightmare, right? I actually think it's a really nice gesture. Anything that keeps her this happy is fine by me. Nica, I know this is hard.
I don't mean to be rude. You show her the way. I need an ambulance right away. Chucky wants to know what's for dinner. We're going to have to send Alice to public school.
No, don't get me anything. Just put the fucking doll down! I never completed my thesis. You must have cut yourself making dinner. Hey, I have a surprise for you. And I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. One of the things Curse of Chucky is finally able to figure out is how to present an adult protagonist that would believably be in peril when facing off with a pint sized doll.
Let Barb take care of everything. Ian, I swear to God, I can prove it! What happened to you isn't my fault. Mommy needs to talk to Aunty Nica. Don't you think she can handle it? Alice, honey, is something wrong? But the accomplished aesthetics only serve as the launching point for some clever prods at the genre, some fun kills and a thorough grasp on its own franchise roots. I can't make that call. I don't want to deprive my child.
In fact, the church's official response to a situation like this is not to judge, but to pity. You're a big girl now. Maybe you have a secret admirer. I understand you resent the fact that I actually have a life. Right against my rib cage.
Maybe I heard them wrong. Things again took a turn for the worse in Seed of Chucky which aimed to amp up the camp of Bride but it came off as a grating and, ironically, childish. I'll give you a hand, Jill. No, no, this isn't right. I've seen the way you look at her. Uh, you're going to make dinner. I just wouldn't want to see you get hurt.
Good Guy dolls were all the rage back in the '80s. Mommy, am I going to die? I'm back living with my mother, too. Yeah, but we still don't know who sent it. Said he was out at the Pierce house all day. Get this shit off him! Well, what's gonna happen when the baby comes? That's more than I make. It certainly doesn't bare any resemblance to most home video fare that looks as if it were shot in somebody's basement.
I'm going to head out there now. No, of course, you couldn't be that stupid, Barb. I told you I would. No, no, no, you don't understand, this. And I'm your friend till the end. The Barclays, the Kincaids, the Tillys, but Nica, your family was always my favorite. I'm sorry, you're breaking up.