Child's Play Quotes
A single mother gives her son a much sought after doll for his birthday, only to discover that it is possessed by the soul of a serial killer.
Karen Barclay: [she grabs Chucky] Talk to me.
[pause]
Karen Barclay: Come on, talk!
[pause]
Karen Barclay: I said, "talk to me", damn it!
[Chucky gives no answer]
Karen Barclay: All right! I'll make you talk!
[Karen grabs Chucky, lights up her fireplace and holds Chucky near the fire]
Karen Barclay: I SAID TALK TO ME, DAMN IT, OR ELSE I'M GONNA THROW YOU IN THE FIRE!
[Chucky comes alive]
Chucky: [screams] YOU STUPID BITCH, YOU FILTHY SLUT! I'LL TEACH YOU TO FUCK WITH ME!
[Chucky attacks Karen]
[pause]
Karen Barclay: Come on, talk!
[pause]
Karen Barclay: I said, "talk to me", damn it!
[Chucky gives no answer]
Karen Barclay: All right! I'll make you talk!
[Karen grabs Chucky, lights up her fireplace and holds Chucky near the fire]
Karen Barclay: I SAID TALK TO ME, DAMN IT, OR ELSE I'M GONNA THROW YOU IN THE FIRE!
[Chucky comes alive]
Chucky: [screams] YOU STUPID BITCH, YOU FILTHY SLUT! I'LL TEACH YOU TO FUCK WITH ME!
[Chucky attacks Karen]
Karen Barclay: Andy, who're you talking to?
Andy Barclay: Chucky.
Karen Barclay: Chucky, huh?
Andy Barclay: Yeah. He's sitting right over there.
Karen Barclay: Chucky's been talking to you too hasn't he?
Andy Barclay: Yes.
Karen Barclay: What's he been saying?
Andy Barclay: All kinds of things. His real name is Charles Lee Ray. And he's been sent down, from Heaven, by Daddy to play with me.
Karen Barclay: Anything else?
Andy Barclay: Yes. He said Aunt Maggie was a real bitch, and got what she deserved.
Karen Barclay: Andy, how could you say something so horrible?
Andy Barclay: I didn't say it Chucky did.
Karen Barclay: Andy, you're making this up.
Andy Barclay: But I'm not. Chucky's alive. Really, he is.
Karen Barclay: Andy! Chucky... Chucky's a doll. He's made out of plastic and stuffing. Now look at him - look at him. Now does he *look* like anything else to you?
Andy Barclay: Don't! You'll hurt him!
Karen Barclay: Andy! LOOK! Now, you really don't think Chucky is alive, do you?
Andy Barclay: But he is.
Karen Barclay: Andy, *STOP IT!* Please!
Andy Barclay: It's 'cause of Aunt Maggie, you're yelling at me, isn't it?
Karen Barclay: Yes, I guess it is.
Andy Barclay: I'm sorry. I'll stop telling stories.
Karen Barclay: Okay. You wanna sleep in with me tonight?
Andy Barclay: No, it's alright. I've got Chucky.
[Karen leaves. Andy turns to Chucky]
Andy Barclay: You're right, Chucky. She didn't believe me.
Andy Barclay: Chucky.
Karen Barclay: Chucky, huh?
Andy Barclay: Yeah. He's sitting right over there.
Karen Barclay: Chucky's been talking to you too hasn't he?
Andy Barclay: Yes.
Karen Barclay: What's he been saying?
Andy Barclay: All kinds of things. His real name is Charles Lee Ray. And he's been sent down, from Heaven, by Daddy to play with me.
Karen Barclay: Anything else?
Andy Barclay: Yes. He said Aunt Maggie was a real bitch, and got what she deserved.
Karen Barclay: Andy, how could you say something so horrible?
Andy Barclay: I didn't say it Chucky did.
Karen Barclay: Andy, you're making this up.
Andy Barclay: But I'm not. Chucky's alive. Really, he is.
Karen Barclay: Andy! Chucky... Chucky's a doll. He's made out of plastic and stuffing. Now look at him - look at him. Now does he *look* like anything else to you?
Andy Barclay: Don't! You'll hurt him!
Karen Barclay: Andy! LOOK! Now, you really don't think Chucky is alive, do you?
Andy Barclay: But he is.
Karen Barclay: Andy, *STOP IT!* Please!
Andy Barclay: It's 'cause of Aunt Maggie, you're yelling at me, isn't it?
Karen Barclay: Yes, I guess it is.
Andy Barclay: I'm sorry. I'll stop telling stories.
Karen Barclay: Okay. You wanna sleep in with me tonight?
Andy Barclay: No, it's alright. I've got Chucky.
[Karen leaves. Andy turns to Chucky]
Andy Barclay: You're right, Chucky. She didn't believe me.
Chucky: Hello John. Over here. Hi. It's me Chucky. What do ya think? The gri gri work? You know, when I came here learning that stuff about how to cheat death, I thought maybe you were pulling my chain. But, not now. Uh, uh. Not now. Only one problem.
John: What?
Chucky: This. I didn't think anybody could hurt me. But, last night I got shot. And you know something? It hurt. It hurt like a son of a bitch, it even bled! Why is that, John?
John: You're turning human.
Chucky: [in shock] What?
John: The more time you spend in that body, the more human you become.
Chucky: You mean I have to live out the rest of my life in this body? No fuckin' way!
[points his finger]
Chucky: You got me into this, you get me out!
John: I can't do that, Chucky.
Chucky: Why not?
John: Because you're an abomination. An outrage against nature! You've perverted everything I've taught you and used it for evil! And you have to be stopped!
John: What?
Chucky: This. I didn't think anybody could hurt me. But, last night I got shot. And you know something? It hurt. It hurt like a son of a bitch, it even bled! Why is that, John?
John: You're turning human.
Chucky: [in shock] What?
John: The more time you spend in that body, the more human you become.
Chucky: You mean I have to live out the rest of my life in this body? No fuckin' way!
[points his finger]
Chucky: You got me into this, you get me out!
John: I can't do that, Chucky.
Chucky: Why not?
John: Because you're an abomination. An outrage against nature! You've perverted everything I've taught you and used it for evil! And you have to be stopped!
Maggie Peterson: Okay, mister. What do you have to say about this?
Andy Barclay: About what?
Maggie Peterson: You know what I'm talking about. Turning the TV on, and putting Chucky in front of it, when I told you it was time to go to bed.
Andy Barclay: I didn't do that.
Maggie Peterson: Oh no? Then what did Chucky do? Walk into the living room and turn it on, all by himself?
Andy Barclay: Did you do that Chucky?
Maggie Peterson: Andy! Stop it! Now, get under the covers. Hurry!
Andy Barclay: But, Aunt Maggie...
Maggie Peterson: Under the covers and not another word!
Andy Barclay: But, I didn't put Chucky in front of the TV.
Maggie Peterson: Okay. Enough, alright? Now goodnight.
Andy Barclay: Goodnight, Aunt Maggie.
[Maggie leaves. Andy turns to Chucky]
Andy Barclay: I told you she'd be mad if you watched the news.
Andy Barclay: About what?
Maggie Peterson: You know what I'm talking about. Turning the TV on, and putting Chucky in front of it, when I told you it was time to go to bed.
Andy Barclay: I didn't do that.
Maggie Peterson: Oh no? Then what did Chucky do? Walk into the living room and turn it on, all by himself?
Andy Barclay: Did you do that Chucky?
Maggie Peterson: Andy! Stop it! Now, get under the covers. Hurry!
Andy Barclay: But, Aunt Maggie...
Maggie Peterson: Under the covers and not another word!
Andy Barclay: But, I didn't put Chucky in front of the TV.
Maggie Peterson: Okay. Enough, alright? Now goodnight.
Andy Barclay: Goodnight, Aunt Maggie.
[Maggie leaves. Andy turns to Chucky]
Andy Barclay: I told you she'd be mad if you watched the news.
Mike Norris: Miss Barclay!
Karen Barclay: Detective Norris!
Mike Norris: You no been to school to pick up your son yet?
Karen Barclay: No I came directly from work why?
Mike Norris: Let's go to my office!
Karen Barclay: Is there something wrong with Andy?
Mike Norris: Please!
[Referring that Andy is in the station]
Mike Norris: I don't know how to tell you this Miss Barclay.
Karen Barclay: Tell me what?
Karen Barclay: Detective Norris!
Mike Norris: You no been to school to pick up your son yet?
Karen Barclay: No I came directly from work why?
Mike Norris: Let's go to my office!
Karen Barclay: Is there something wrong with Andy?
Mike Norris: Please!
[Referring that Andy is in the station]
Mike Norris: I don't know how to tell you this Miss Barclay.
Karen Barclay: Tell me what?
Karen Barclay: Hey mister! I'm not going to hurt you. Do you remember me?
Peddler: No I don't.
Karen Barclay: I bought a doll from you.
Peddler: Doll?
Karen Barclay: Yes a Good-Guy doll with my friend at the back of the department store a few days ago. Do you remember?
Peddler: Oh yeah doll. What about it?
Karen Barclay: Where did you get it?
Peddler: What would you give if I told you?
Karen Barclay: I don't have much!
[Takes money out of her purse]
Karen Barclay: You're welcome to whatever I have!
Peddler: [Snatches the money and throws it away] Not enough! What else you got?
Karen Barclay: That's all I got!
Peddler: All you got? Is that all you got?
[Looks at Karen's legs]
Peddler: You have a lot!
Karen Barclay: [Petrified] No!
[the peddler undoes his fly and forces himself onto her]
Karen Barclay: No stop!
Peddler: No I don't.
Karen Barclay: I bought a doll from you.
Peddler: Doll?
Karen Barclay: Yes a Good-Guy doll with my friend at the back of the department store a few days ago. Do you remember?
Peddler: Oh yeah doll. What about it?
Karen Barclay: Where did you get it?
Peddler: What would you give if I told you?
Karen Barclay: I don't have much!
[Takes money out of her purse]
Karen Barclay: You're welcome to whatever I have!
Peddler: [Snatches the money and throws it away] Not enough! What else you got?
Karen Barclay: That's all I got!
Peddler: All you got? Is that all you got?
[Looks at Karen's legs]
Peddler: You have a lot!
Karen Barclay: [Petrified] No!
[the peddler undoes his fly and forces himself onto her]
Karen Barclay: No stop!
Maggie Peterson: Karen!
Karen Barclay: Hi.
Maggie Peterson: You know that doll that you wanted for Andy. Only costs a hundred bucks?
Karen Barclay: Yeah. The Good Guy doll.
Maggie Peterson: There's a peddler in the alley. Behind the store. And I think he's got one.
Karen Barclay: What? What would a peddler be doing with a doll?
Maggie Peterson: Who cares! Would you grab your purse and come on? We can get a deal on it.
Karen Barclay: But, I can't just leave my counter.
Maggie Peterson: Do you want the damn doll or don't ya?
Karen Barclay: Of course I do.
Maggie Peterson: Well, then come on.
[grabs Karen's hand]
Maggie Peterson: Come on!
Karen Barclay: Alright!
Karen Barclay: Hi.
Maggie Peterson: You know that doll that you wanted for Andy. Only costs a hundred bucks?
Karen Barclay: Yeah. The Good Guy doll.
Maggie Peterson: There's a peddler in the alley. Behind the store. And I think he's got one.
Karen Barclay: What? What would a peddler be doing with a doll?
Maggie Peterson: Who cares! Would you grab your purse and come on? We can get a deal on it.
Karen Barclay: But, I can't just leave my counter.
Maggie Peterson: Do you want the damn doll or don't ya?
Karen Barclay: Of course I do.
Maggie Peterson: Well, then come on.
[grabs Karen's hand]
Maggie Peterson: Come on!
Karen Barclay: Alright!
Maggie Peterson: [opens garage door] There he is.
[Maggie & Karen walk over to Peddler]
Maggie Peterson: Okay. Show her.
[Peddler presents Good Guy doll]
Maggie Peterson: [to Karen] Well, is it a Good Guy or not?
Maggie Peterson: It is. It is!
Maggie Peterson: Yeah, well, I told you.
Karen Barclay: Oh, uh, how much do you want for it?
Peddler: Fifty bucks.
Maggie Peterson: Ten and not a penny more.
Peddler: Thirty.
Maggie Peterson: W-What? Are you kidding? That thing is not worth thirty dollars.
Peddler: Hey, look, take it or leave it. Somebody else can buy it.
Karen Barclay: I'll take it!
Maggie Peterson: Karen! It's too much money.
Karen Barclay: No, it isn't. You have no idea how much Andy wants this doll.
Maggie Peterson: But, we don't even know if the damn thing works.
Peddler: [hands Karen Good Guy doll box] There you go, lady. May it bring you and your kid a lot of joy, huh.
Karen Barclay: Thank you.
Maggie Peterson: Hey, hold on, you! H-How do we know if the damn thing isn't stolen, huh?
Peddler: Ah, steal this!
[gives inappropriate gesture to Maggie]
Maggie Peterson: Ah, steal this, yourself.
Karen Barclay: Maggie.
[grabs Maggie's hand]
Maggie Peterson: I think I dated him.
Karen Barclay: [laughs] Come on, we gotta get back to work.
[Maggie & Karen walk over to Peddler]
Maggie Peterson: Okay. Show her.
[Peddler presents Good Guy doll]
Maggie Peterson: [to Karen] Well, is it a Good Guy or not?
Maggie Peterson: It is. It is!
Maggie Peterson: Yeah, well, I told you.
Karen Barclay: Oh, uh, how much do you want for it?
Peddler: Fifty bucks.
Maggie Peterson: Ten and not a penny more.
Peddler: Thirty.
Maggie Peterson: W-What? Are you kidding? That thing is not worth thirty dollars.
Peddler: Hey, look, take it or leave it. Somebody else can buy it.
Karen Barclay: I'll take it!
Maggie Peterson: Karen! It's too much money.
Karen Barclay: No, it isn't. You have no idea how much Andy wants this doll.
Maggie Peterson: But, we don't even know if the damn thing works.
Peddler: [hands Karen Good Guy doll box] There you go, lady. May it bring you and your kid a lot of joy, huh.
Karen Barclay: Thank you.
Maggie Peterson: Hey, hold on, you! H-How do we know if the damn thing isn't stolen, huh?
Peddler: Ah, steal this!
[gives inappropriate gesture to Maggie]
Maggie Peterson: Ah, steal this, yourself.
Karen Barclay: Maggie.
[grabs Maggie's hand]
Maggie Peterson: I think I dated him.
Karen Barclay: [laughs] Come on, we gotta get back to work.
Mr. Criswell: [Karen and Maggie return to their shift] Miss Barclay so nice of you to drop by, had a nice break?
Karen Barclay: Sorry Mr. Criswell I was only gone for a moment.
Maggie Peterson: Don't be hard on her Mr. Criswell we were just downstairs getting her son a birthday present.
Karen Barclay: We have specified break times for activities like that Miss Peterson.
[to Karen]
Karen Barclay: Mrs Howell has taken sick and we're short handed tonight. You have to fill in for her.
Karen Barclay: [Taken aback] I can't! I have to pick up my son from daycare in an hour!
Mr. Criswell: I' m sorry but this is an emergency.
Maggie Peterson: Wait a second. I will take over for her.
Mr. Criswell: Miss Peterson you work in shoes, not in jewellery. You'll simply have to do it. Now you can take off at 5 but you have to be back by 7.
Karen Barclay: It's my son's birthday.
Mr. Criswell: Miss Barclay are you happy with your job here?
Karen Barclay: [Defeated] Yes of course I am.
Mr. Criswell: Then I suggest that...
Maggie Peterson: [Interrupting] Chill out will you Walter? I will take of Andy for you.
Karen Barclay: Oh Maggie you can't.
Maggie Peterson: Don't be silly. It will be the hottest date I had in months.
Karen Barclay: Sorry Mr. Criswell I was only gone for a moment.
Maggie Peterson: Don't be hard on her Mr. Criswell we were just downstairs getting her son a birthday present.
Karen Barclay: We have specified break times for activities like that Miss Peterson.
[to Karen]
Karen Barclay: Mrs Howell has taken sick and we're short handed tonight. You have to fill in for her.
Karen Barclay: [Taken aback] I can't! I have to pick up my son from daycare in an hour!
Mr. Criswell: I' m sorry but this is an emergency.
Maggie Peterson: Wait a second. I will take over for her.
Mr. Criswell: Miss Peterson you work in shoes, not in jewellery. You'll simply have to do it. Now you can take off at 5 but you have to be back by 7.
Karen Barclay: It's my son's birthday.
Mr. Criswell: Miss Barclay are you happy with your job here?
Karen Barclay: [Defeated] Yes of course I am.
Mr. Criswell: Then I suggest that...
Maggie Peterson: [Interrupting] Chill out will you Walter? I will take of Andy for you.
Karen Barclay: Oh Maggie you can't.
Maggie Peterson: Don't be silly. It will be the hottest date I had in months.
