Chucky: *pulls out a knife*
Junior: How many of those do you have?
Chucky: *pulling out more* How many do you need?
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Chucky: Don’t worry, Jake likes your butt and fancy hair. I know, I read his diary.
Devon, touching his hair: He thinks it’s fancy?
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Jake: I need this thing handled professionally and maturely.
Chucky: Name one time I haven’t acted professionally.
Jake: You’re holding a juice box right now.
Chucky: It stops me from spilling my juice!
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Chucky: *finishing a story* And then Andy said, “why can’t I be pretty like you?”
Andy: That's not even close to how it happened.
Chucky: It’s how I remember it.
Andy: Yeah, cause you’re demented!
Chucky: *flattered* Oh, so you think I’m pretty AND demented?
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Bree: Hey, boys! How's the bonding going?
Jake: You're the worst!
Junior: You sicken me!
Bree: I see...
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Tiffany: What are you going to make for Thanksgiving?
Chucky: Probably a scene.
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Junior: *half-awake at 4am, sobbing, and brandishing a frying pan* Wh-Why-y-WH-wHAT are you doing in my house? *gasp* WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!
Chucky: *rummaging through the fridge, visibly unhinged* I want waffle fries.
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Devon: I like you.
Jake: Can you excuse me for a moment?
Jake: *loudly from the bathroom five seconds later* JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! OH MY GOD!!! FUCKING SHIT FUCK YEAH!!
Devon: Umm....?
Jake: *returns* Well... Ha-ha... Cool. That's cool
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Chucky: Look, I know how bad you must feel right now, but tomorrow morning, I guarantee you'll feel much worse.
Junior: That doesn't make me feel any better.
Chucky: I know
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Andy: I'm going to take you out!
Chucky: Great! It's a date.
Andy: I meant that as a threat.
Chucky: See you at five.
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Nica (Chucky): * tearing up the room* Where are they?
Nica (Chucky): *looking under a pillow* Who moved them? Who moved my children?
Nica (Chucky): Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.
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Andy: You can't murder your way out of your problems!
Chucky: You keep saying that... and yet my problems keep going away.
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Tiffany: Why are you like this?
Chucky: Like what? Charming? Devastatingly handsome? Genius? You’ll have to be more specific.
Tiffany: An asshole.
