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Child's Play (1988)
Catherine Hicks: Karen Barclay
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Quotes
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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]
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Andy Barclay : Chucky says Aunt Maggie was a bitch and got what she deserved.
Karen Barclay : Andy! How can you say something so horrible?
Andy Barclay : I didn't say it! Chucky did!
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Karen Barclay : The heart, the heart! Shoot it in the heart!
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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.
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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!
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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.
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Karen Barclay : [Sarcastically] He wants you for a best friend... Yeah sure.
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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?
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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.
Mr. Criswell : We have specified break times for activities like that Miss Peterson.
[to Karen]
Mr. Criswell : 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 jewelery. 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.
Mr. Criswell : [sarcastically] I can't imagine why.
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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!