Demonic Toys

Baby Oopsy-Daisy:
You're f***ing up my makeup!

Baby Oopsy-Daisy:
[before stabbing Anne in the eye] Don't look now!

Judith Gray:
Oh, God!

The Kid:
God has nothing to do with this, judith. Actually, let's scratch the word 'God' from our lexicon altogether. Let's talk demons instead.

Mark Wayne:
Everything tastes like chicken, you notice that? Frog legs, snakes... even rabbits taste like chicken.

Charnetski:
Everything except this sh*t.

Mark Wayne:
Maybe I should just save him the trouble and kill myself.

The Kid:
Why don't you?

Mark Wayne:
Shut the f*** up... I wasn't talkin' to you, motherf***er! [fires shotgun]

Baby Oopsy-Daisy:
I'm Baby Oopsy-Daisy, will you be my special friend?

Charnetski:
What the hell?

Baby Oopsy-Daisy:
I can walk, i can talk, i can even sh*t my pants.

Charnetski:
[confused] huh?

Baby Oopsy-Daisy:
Can you sh*t your pants?

[repeated line]

Baby Oopsy-Daisy:
Playtime!

Baby Oopsy-Daisy:
[to Charnetski] Hi ya fat f*** I'm Baby Oopsy Daisy you lardass!, will you be my special friend?

Baby Oopsy-Daisy:
Mother of Satan! Could this be the end of Baby Oopsy Daisy?

[head blows up]

Baby Oopsy-Daisy:
[dragging Charnetski's corpse down the stairs] Geeze you're heavy you Moby f***ing Dick!

Fair-Haired Boy:
[Playing game of cards] I win.

The Kid:
I win.

Fair-Haired Boy, The Kid:
War.

The Kid:
[to a dying Hesse] We're gonna have a lot of fun here tonight, friend. We're gonna raise Hell...

Baby Oopsy-Daisy:
[after being kicked in head by Mark] Bummer!

The Kid:
[to a hysterical Judith] Don't worry Judith, the pain won't last long. I'll speed up the birth. You can be the proud new mother of a brand new demon by sunrise.

Judith Gray:
[Screaming] No!

The Kid:
Then blood's *really* gonna run...

The Kid:
Hello Judith, so glad you could make it. You know, it just wouldn't be a show without you.

Judith Gray:
Oh, god! Help me!

The Kid:
This isn't so bad, is it?

Charnetski:
The world is a toilet, and everyone in it are a**holes.

Peterson:
Mister wayne, is that a cigarette in your mouth?

Mark Wayne:
No, it's your dick.

The Kid:
Hello, Judith.

Judith Gray:
Where are we?

The Kid:
Inside the doll's house. It's part of the astral plane. This is where I live. For now.

Judith Gray:
This isn't real, this isn't real!

The Kid:
It's real enough... I brought you here, so we could have a chat.

Judith Gray:
Who are you?

The Kid:
A spirit, just like your little friend said. A bad one, too.

Judith Gray:
You look like a little boy to me.

The Kid:
Oh? I can take any form I want to. I can be this...

The Kid:
We're not part of your physical world. We feed off your fear, your pain, your deaths. But that's not enough to satisfy me... You know what I really want, Judith? A body to hang my soul in. A real body. Blood, and bones.

Judith Gray:
What are you talking about?

The Kid:
Right now, I'm weak. My spirit is bound by the walls of this warehouse. It's taken all my strength, just to animate these toys. Even that took sixty six years of rest. Sixty six years, since the last time I tried to be born...