Ginger Snaps

Brigitte:
People don't leave their dogs out alone anymore.

Ginger:
Then you'll just have to distract her while I nab the pooch and make with the gore.

Brigitte:
I can't distract her.

Ginger:
The f***, Bee. This is your idea. If you don't like your ideas, stop having them.

Brigitte:
Are you *sure* it's just cramps?

Ginger:
Just so you know, the words "just" and "cramps", they don't go together.

Brigitte:
Ginger. A word?

Ginger:
Is it 'sorry'?

Brigitte:
You wrecked everything for me that isn't about you.

Sam:
No. Sh*t.

Brigitte:
Now I am you.

Ginger:
I know you are. But what am I?

Ginger:
Think she's pretty?

Brigitte:
If I wasn't here would you eat her?

Ginger:
You swore we'd go together, one way or another.

Brigitte:
When we were eight.

Ginger:
I get this ache... And I, I thought it was for sex, but it's to tear everything to f***ing pieces.

Ginger:
Out by sixteen or dead in this scene but together forever. Together forever.

Brigitte:
United against life as we know it.

Brigitte:
I'm not dying in this room with you!

Ginger:
You know we're almost not even related anymore.

Brigitte:
You like it.

Ginger:
It feels so... good, Brigitte. It's like touching yourself. You know every move... right on the f***ing dot. And after, see f***ing freworks. Supernovas. I'm a goddamn force of nature. I feel like I could do just about anything.

Sam:
Understand you may kill her trying to save her.

Brigitte:
What?

Sam:
It's for Ginger, isn't it? Look, worst-case scenario, you put her out of her misery. Just as long as you're prepared for that, and I mean, sure. Try to come to that.

Ginger:
Don't ever touch my sister again.

Sam:
The hell you guys doing in here?

Ben:
I am the man.

Jason:
Sam, uh, we, we just needed a place to come and smoke.

Sam:
Hey, you know, I have an idea. Why don't you guys get the f*** out of my van, a**holes!

Ben:
I just got a few questions for her, like uh, I'm growing a goddamn TAIL outta my ass, and I thought she might have a few tips on how to deal with keeping that quiet!

Brigitte:
Hurting me won't help.

Ben:
See? I'm up to some whack sh*t right now. I'm way out on the corner of F***ed-Up and Evil. You wanna know what I did for fun last night, huh? I killed my own freakin' dog, OK?

Ginger:
I've killed their pets 'B', and the only thing that helps is to tear live things to pieces. I can't live like this!

Brigitte:
Baxter's fertilizer, and everyone's standing there just... staring. Why don't they just catch that thing? How hard could it be in a place full of dead ends?

Jason:
Hey, diss me or whatever, but, I got three sisters, and nothing quite takes the edge off like a good toke.

Ginger:
Well, maybe I like my edge. Thanks.

Jason:
Or maybe you're just chicken to lose it.

Ginger:
(points at Brigitte) You're so dead.

Brigitte:
I didn't.

Brigitte:
I'd never tell her anything.

Ginger:
Unless you wanted to piss me off!

Ginger:
Get the f*** outta the bathroom! I'm trying to get ready!

Jason:
Don't we need protection? (Ginger pushes Jason and viciously rips open his shirt) Stop! Wait a second.

Ginger:
You're f***ing hilarious cave-boy.

Sam:
Oh, f*** me.

Ginger:
I said I'd die for you!

Brigitte:
No. You said you'd die with me. Cause you had nothing better to do.

Jason:
Come and get some candy!

Brigitte:
You always blow off anything that you don't get.

Ginger:
Yeah, when it's bullshit!