Bye

[Chucky walks by Angela in the hallway] Chucky:
Where's Nica? Angela:
Last door on the right. You can see me. Chucky:
Yeah, I can see ya. Angela:
Don't be afraid. Chucky:
What? Angela:
I'm not going to hurt you. Chucky:
[giggling]
You fuckin' with me? Angela:
No. I'm not. Tell you the truth, I'm happy to have the company, even if you aren't real. Chucky:
Ok, let me explain something to you. I am a vintage, mass marketed children's toy from the '80s, standing right in front of you, holding a very sharp scalpel. Angela:
No, you're not. Chucky:
Yes, I am. Angela:
I'm a schizophrenic. I see things. Chucky:
Aren't you the crazy bitch I talked to last night on the phone? Angela:
[nodding]
Sometimes, I hear things, too... Chucky:
Okay, lady, you know what? You're next. I'm gonna be right back. [to himself] Chucky:
Jesus. Fucking cuckoo's nest! Angela:
Bye