- Baby Oopsy-Daisy: [to Charnetski] Hi ya fat fuck 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: 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 shit my pants.
- Charnetski: [confused] huh?
- Baby Oopsy-Daisy: Can you shit your pants?
- Baby Oopsy-Daisy: [dragging Charnetski's corpse down the stairs] Geeze you're heavy you Moby fucking Dick!
- Baby Oopsy-Daisy: [after being kicked in head by Mark] Bummer!
- Baby Oopsy-Daisy: You're fucking up my makeup!
- Mark Wayne: Everything tastes like chicken, you notice that? Frog legs, snakes... even rabbits taste like chicken.
- Charnetski: Everything except this shit.
- [repeated line]
- Baby Oopsy-Daisy: Playtime!
- Baby Oopsy-Daisy: [before stabbing Anne in the eye] Don't look now!
- Mark Wayne: Maybe I should just save him the trouble and kill myself.
- The Kid: Why don't you?
- Mark Wayne: Shut the fuck up... I wasn't talkin' to you, motherfucker!
- [fires shotgun]
- The Kid: [to a dying Hesse] We're gonna have a lot of fun here tonight, friend. We're gonna raise Hell...
- 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?
- 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...
- Mark Wayne: We gotta stick together, those things are everywhere!
- Lincoln: I'm just doing what the voices inside my head tell me to do, kid, so if they say "blow your fucking brains out", I blow your fucking brains out! Nothing personal, you understand? I just haven't been myself lately.
- Mark Wayne: [crawling through the air ducts to escape the killer toys] Bet you're sorry now you ran away, huh?
- Anne: They don't care about me. They've *never* cared about me.
- 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.