Ginger Snaps (2000)

Katharine Isabelle: Ginger

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

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

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

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

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

  Ginger : Ooops.

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

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

• [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 know, we're almost not even related anymore.

• 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.

• [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.

• 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.

• 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.

• 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.

• [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!

• Pamela Fitzgerald : Ginger, don't push your sister!

  Ginger : God, I hate our gene pool.

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

  Brigitte : When we were eight.

• Ginger : Pervert, she's fifteen.

  Brigitte : Ginger, wait outside for me!

  Ginger : Fine. He rapes you, don't come crying. I'll be at home.

  [Leaves] 

  Brigitte : She's just freaking.

  Sam : Um, I do not 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!

• Brigitte : I didn't betray you.

  Ginger : You locked me up!

• Brigitte : Ginger, a word?

  Ginger : Is it 'sorry'?

• 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 : 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!

• 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.

• 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!

• [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.

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

  Ginger : Jerk!

  Sam : I told you to get off me!

• Ginger : Don't ever touch my sister again.

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

  Ginger : Um... no.

  [Rolls eyes and walks away] 

• 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 : Something is really, really wrong with me, B!

• [Exiting the party] 

  Ginger : Bee... I can't... I'm turning... too fast.

  [Sam hits her with a shovel, and Ginger collapses] 

  Brigitte : What the hell did you do that for?

  Sam : I won't let you do this, Brigitte! You both need help!

  Brigitte : You fucking idiot! The cure works. I had to use it on somebody else, but there's more at the house. This is the only way I could get her to come back with me.

  Sam : Oh, shit. Well, how was I supposed to know that?

  Brigitte : Just help me, okay? Just get her in your truck and drive us home.

  Sam : Fine. But she rides in the back.