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?
Stoner: Rude fuckin' doll.
Tiffany: Well, hello, dolly.
Tiffany: Oh, Chucky look at us. We belong dead. Good bye darling, I'll see you in hell.
Jade: Bite me.
Damien: Come on, let me in or I'm likely to catch my death out here.
Tiffany: Promises, promises.
Tiffany: A woman spends all day over a hot stove slaving away for her man. The least he can do is the dishes.
Chucky: Figures you'd hitch us a ride with a fugitive.
Bride doll: I promise to honor, love, and cherish, till death us do part.
Chucky: You got that right.
Tiffany: Hold still honey or I'm going to poke you in the eye again.