Quotes

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: Pervert, she's fiftern!

Brigitte: Ginger wait outside for me!

Ginger: Fine. But if he rapes you, don't come crying. I'll be home.

[Leaves]

Brigitte: ...She's just freaking.

Sam: Umm, I don't think of you that way.

[Brigitte looks at Sam, sighs and rolls her eyes]

Mr. Wayne: [after seeing the girls 'death' pictures] I am... disturbed, wasn't I? Clearly, the Fitzgerald sisters worked hard...

[under his breath]

Mr. Wayne: God...

Jason: Can we see the ones with Ginger again?

Trina Sinclair: [about Sam] Don't give her the satisfaction!

[crying]

Trina Sinclair: For once someone shouldn't give that fucker the satisfaction!

Sam: [throws Ginger off him] I said get off!

Ginger: Jerk!

Sam: I told you to get off me!

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

Brigitte: Ginger, a word?

Ginger: Is it 'sorry'?

[while burying girl under the shed]

Ginger: Think she's pretty?

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

Brigitte: I was just wondering what you hit.

Sam: [sarcastically] Well, officer, looked like a lycanthrope to me, sir.

Brigitte: I know what a lycanthrope is.

Sam: Sure you do.

Brigitte: Think you see werewolves a lot?

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.

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

[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.

Jason: 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.

Jason: See? I'm up to some whack shit right now. I'm way out on the corner of Fucked-Up and Evil. You wanna know what I did for fun last night, huh? I killed my own freakin' dog, OK? Now what am I supposed to do about that, huh?

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.

Brigitte: I'd never tell her anything.

Ginger: Unless you wanted to piss me off!

Trina Sinclair: Hey, why don't you get your slut-bitch sister a leash.

[Sam is stoned, and has just ran over the werewolf]

Sam: Oh, fuck 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.

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: Woah.

Ginger: Woah? That's it? 'Woah'? 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!

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

Ginger: Yeah, when it's bullshit!

Sam: See, I flattened an animal. Furry, all-fours, could be anything. But here I am thinking "lycanthrope". That's crazy, huh? Book me in to the rubber motel, I'm officially all fucked up, right?

Brigitte: What if you're not?

Sam: Well, that would explain the human circumcised dick... and why you were running for your life from it.

Jason: So Fitz... I think we should get together.

Ginger: Um... no.

[Rolls eyes and walks away]

Brigitte: Shut up, Norman.

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.

Henry Fitzgerald: [Camera slides away from Ginger and B, dragging Trina's body through the backyard, up to the parents' bedroom where Pamela is flipping through "advice" magazines] I think they're up to something.

Pamela Fitzgerald: They're just being normal teenage girls.

Henry Fitzgerald: Then why are they suddenly so interested in what _you_ have to say?

Pamela Fitzgerald: [Shakes her head contemptuously] Stay in your own little world, Henry. This one just confuses you.

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

Ginger: Ooops.

Sam: Biology, now there's something you can sink your teeth into, so to speak. You're real. Your problem is real. The solution is real.

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.

Sam: Okay, we both saw it; what the fuck was it?

Brigitte: It's what you hit.

Sam: I know.

[blows puff of smoke]

Sam: But what the fuck was it?

Brigitte: I don't want any drugs.

Sam: Then am-scray.

[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!