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Ginger Fitzgerald (Character)
from Ginger Snaps (2000)

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Ginger Snaps (2000)
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 fuck, Bee. This is your idea. If you don't like your ideas, stop having them.

Ginger: Suicide is like... the ultimate fuck you.

Ginger: Pervert, she's fifteen!
Brigitte: Ginger, wait outside for me!
Ginger: Fine. But if he rapes you, don't come crying. I'll be home.
Brigitte: She's just freaking.
Sam: Umm, I don't think of you that way.
[Brigitte looks at Sam, sighs and rolls her eyes]

Ginger: Do you think I want to go back to being nobody? You're fucked!

Sam: [throws Ginger off him] I said get off!
Ginger: Jerk!
Sam: I told you to get off me!

Brigitte: I didn't betray you.
Ginger: You locked me up!

Ginger: [to Brigitte] A girl can only be a slut, a bitch, a tease, or the virgin next door.

Brigitte: Are you *sure* it's just cramps?
Ginger: Just so you know... the words "just" and "cramps", they don't go together.
[Snatches the box of tampons away]

Brigitte: Ginger, a word?
Ginger: Is it 'sorry'?

[after Brigitte cuts her palm]
Brigitte: You wrecked everything for me that isn't about you.
[Brigitte cuts Ginger's palm, exchanges blood with her]
Sam: No. Shit.
Brigitte: Now I am you.
Ginger: I know you are. But what am I?

[while burying girl under the shed]
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 fucking pieces.

Ginger: Out by sixteen or dead on the scene, but together forever.
[Growing impatient waiting for Brigitte to hold her hand]
Ginger: C'mon! Together forever.
Brigitte: United against life as we know it.

Ginger: [Playing with a kitchen knife] Wrists are for girls. I'm slitting my throat.

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

[after killing the janitor]
Brigitte: You like it.
Ginger: It feels so... good, Brigitte. It's like touching yourself. You know every move... right on the fucking dot. And after, you see fucking fireworks. Supernovas. I'm a goddamn force of nature. I feel like I could do just about anything.

Ginger: Don't ever touch my sister again.

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

Ginger: [to Ben and Tim] Hey, you guys seen Jason?
Ben: [notices blood on Ginger's forehead] Umm... you got a little...
Ginger: You guys going to the greenhouse bash tonight?
Ben, Tim: Yeah.
Ginger: I'm in charge of the prizes.
[she flashes them]
Ginger: You, too, could be a winner.
Mr. Wayne: [Coughs] Ginger. My office. Now.

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.

Pamela Fitzgerald: [brings cake in] Ginger's very favorite. Congratulations sweetie. You know you can ask me anything.
Ginger: [points at Brigitte] You're so dead.
Brigitte: I didn't.
Pamela Fitzgerald: Our little girl's a young woman now.

Brigitte: I'd never tell her anything.
Ginger: Unless you wanted to piss me off!

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

[Jason and Ginger are about to have sex]
Jason: Don't we need protection?
[Ginger pushes Jason and viciously rips open his shirt]
Jason: Stop! Wait a second.
Ginger: You're fucking hilarious, cave-boy.

Trina Sinclair: [Sam whistles to Brigitte on the field] Hi!
Sam: Brigitte!
[Brigitte and Ginger look at him as Trina looks shocked]
Sam: Brigitte, come here!
Ginger: The fuck, B? You got a boyfriend or something?
Brigitte: No, we just...
Ginger: Oh.
Brigitte: I'll be right back.
Trina Sinclair: [Turning away] Oh my god.
Sam: [Brigitte walks over to him] Hey, what's up? Look, if silver's shot, I've been reading and I got another idea.
Brigitte: Are you on drugs, like right now? I'm in class here.
Sam: [Scoffs] Yeah, excuse me for giving a shit.
[He walks back to his van]
Brigitte: I'll come see you later, ok?
Sam: [Glances back] Whatever.

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

Brigitte: [Ginger has spent a while in the toilet] Ging, what's going on? Something's wrong with you. More than you being just... female. Could you just say something please?
[Brigitte walks into the toilet, and where Ginger has been slashed on her chest, there is hair]
Brigitte: Whoa.
Ginger: Whoa? That's it? 'Whoa'? I can't have a hairy chest, B. That's fucked!
Brigitte: No way.
Ginger: The fuck? What the fuck?
[Ginger hits the wall]
Brigitte: This isn't...
Ginger: What?
Brigitte: No, like...
Ginger: What?
Brigitte: Bitten? On a full moon. Now you're hairy?
[Ginger chuckles to herself]
Brigitte: I know, but think about it.
Ginger: Well thank you for taking my total fucking nightmare so seriously!

Ginger: [suicide note] No comment.

Brigitte: You always blow off anything that you don't get.
Ginger: Yeah, when it's bullshit!

Brigitte: Oh my God, you killed Norman.
Ginger: He barked and he barked and he just kept fucking barking!

Ginger: [about becoming a werewolf, drunk on blood] You love it. Should come for the ride. A little scratch. Swap some juice. We'll be our own pack, like before. It's so 'us' B.

Jason: So Fitz... I think we should get together.
Ginger: Um... no.
[Rolls eyes and walks away]

Ginger: Y'know, maybe you're right. Maybe I _do_ see a monster. Yeah... It's got these little green eyes...
Brigitte: Oh yeah, like I really wish I were hemorrhaging, hairy, and sucking off Jason McCarty.

Brigitte: Just say you won't go average on me.
Ginger: Just 'cause some gonad gets his zipper going? I'd rather be dead.

Pamela Fitzgerald: [Happily] Oh my god... Do you think it's cramps?
Ginger: [gagging & spewing] Give it a rest... for two seconds?
Henry Fitzgerald: Pam, we're eating.

Brigitte: You gave it to Jason. You had unprotected sex and you infected him.
Ginger: Ooops.

Ginger: [as she attacks Trina from the side] Back for more?
Brigitte: What are you doing?
Ginger: I don't know, B. What _am_ I doing? Call Sam. Ask the Pro.
Brigitte: What?
Ginger: You play with your new friends and I'll play with mine
[drags Trina off into the house]

Ginger: You picked Sam over me, anything that happens now it is your fault!

Brigitte: If you give up now you leave me alone, I would never do that to you!
Ginger: I'm sorry. I'm scared...
[starts crying]

Ginger: [takes a bite of food and drops it on her plate] Wish these were babies legs.

[Camera rolls by a fence until it comes by Ginger seemingly impaled by the fence, blood everywhere]
Brigitte: [holding camera] Too much blood. And I can see your gonch!
Ginger: [sticking up middle finger] Just do it!

[On the field hockey grounds, where Brigitte and Ginger are quietly smoking a cigarette, Ginger proposes a spiteful mental game in which they evidently try to top each others' insults about a person and how he or she might die:]
Ginger: Search and Destroy. Go!
[Brigitte glances at the girls who are taking a break in the soccer game to joke and laugh. Trina is a pretty, lively, and popular girl]
Brigitte: Okay. How about Trina Sinclair?
Ginger: Excellent selection. Continue.
Brigitte: Trina Sinclair. D.O.A. at the hair dye aisle. Perished while seeking matching barrettes on nothing but diet pills and laxatives.
Ginger: Likes her shorts stuck up her ass, correct?
Brigitte: Favorite homework excuse: My nail glitter ate it.
[a friend of Trina overhears them trashing her, and goes to report to Trina]
Ginger: Basic pleasure model?
Brigitte: Your standard cum-bucketty date-bait.
Ginger: [Superior but impressed] Good one.
Brigitte: [glancing around again, notices that Trina is looking furiously at them. To Ginger:] Uh-oh.

Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning (2004)
Brigitte: [lying in Ginger's lap] Ginger, I'm cold.
Ginger: I'm not.

Ginger: [after Hunter whistles at them] Did he just whistle at us?
Brigitte: I'm sure he meant the dog.

Ginger: The air is bloody...

Ginger: Come closer... it's a secret.
[smiles through canine teeth]
Ginger: [whispers] they're coming.

Ginger: I was wrong to leave you, Brigitte.
Brigitte: But you came back.

Ginger: You are all I have, I will not kill you.

Brigitte: Our parents drowned?
Ginger: Yes, but they didn't feel any pain. It was quite peaceful.

Ginger: A bond that would not be broken. Above men, above God, above fate. Together forever.

Ginger: Something bit me

Ginger: [Ginger and Brigitte enter the fort] Welcome to civilization.

Reverend Gilbert: Good Christian women need fear nothing.
Ginger: We're not afraid.
Reverend Gilbert: Oh yes you are. Two months, this Fort has been in the devil's grip, and you two little girls walk right through our door.
Brigitte: [hears wolf howling] What is that?
Reverend Gilbert: Demons. The Devil's wickedness.
[he walks menacingly towards them]
Reverend Gilbert: This place is to be drowned, like a newborn deformity. To be cut out, like a bleeding cancer. To be cast into hell like a stinking whore!
[they run away from him and hide in their rooms, locking the door behind them]
Reverend Gilbert: Don't forget to say your prayers, ladies.

Ginger: I've come for my sister.
James: I'm sorry to tell you, but the Reverend has taken a real fancy to saving her from Hellfire. So I guess that leaves me and you, more or less, to ourselves.
[he smacks her in the face]
Ginger: [wipes the blood off her mouth] Right then.

Ginger: [after being hit by James] You hit like a girl!
James: Well, we've got all night to fix that.

Brigitte: Where are we going to go?
Ginger: Same place we always go. Away.

Ginger: [looks at the red dress] Hmm, what a lovely shade of dead.

Brigitte: Is a dead boy's room the only one they've got?
Ginger: It's better than sleeping out in the woods with a tree root for a pillow.
Brigitte: We've slept there before.
Ginger: Together forever?
Brigitte: Together forever.

[as the film opens, Brigitte and Ginger are riding on horseback through a frozen wasteland]
Brigitte: I'm so cold.
Ginger: Me too.
Brigitte: Ginger, I think we've lost our way.
Ginger: We haven't lost anything, Brigitte. It's lost us.

Ginger: [after Brigitte is wounded and Hunter leads them to the fort, and they find it to be all wintry dirt and a few soldiers with muskets, Ginger murmurs to Brigitte:] Welcome to civilization.

Ginger: What is everyone so afraid of?
Doc Murphy: Didn't you see them, out there in the woods?
Ginger: We saw nothing.
Doc Murphy: Not to worry, girl. Because they saw you.

Ginger Snaps 2: Unleashed (2004)
Ginger: We can't fight what's in us, B.
Brigitte: I'm not like you, Ginger... I'm stronger.
Ginger: [laughs] Oh really? That's not how I remember you the first fifteen years of your life.
Brigitte: It's how I remember the last fifteen minutes of yours.

Brigitte: [looking at elongated ear in mirror, moves back to show Ginger sitting on a chair] Ginger?
Ginger: We really need to talk. These last few days, I've been feeling very left out, watching you hang out with all your cool, new friends.
Brigitte: It's starting.
Ginger: So it is. Well, you have two options then, don't you? Either give in, or give up.
[Disappears, but voice remains]
Ginger: It only dies if you do.
Brigitte: I'm not gonna die.

Ginger: You're starting to understand, aren't you? How it all starts with wanting? What were you thinking when he was in that stall with you? Because even I - really - was shocked.
Brigitte: I...
Ginger: [Mimicking Brigitte] I wanted the monkshood.
Brigitte: I just...
Ginger: [mimicking] I just -
Ginger: I mean, what did you want when he was pushing up against you? You're starting to figure it out, aren't you? How it all starts innocently enough, today you wanna to fuck him - tomorrow you just wanna bite a hole in his sternum.

Ginger: Remember that game we used to play when we were little? The one where we would make ourselves hold our breath until we passed out? Then you'd always get scared and call Mom and I'd get in to trouble? That game really sucked.

Ginger: You know, the faster you heal the closer he gets B. Or is it that the closer he is the faster you heal?