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 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]
Ginger:
Do you think I want to do back to being nobody? You're fucked!
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?
Pamela Fitzgerald:
Your father and I are going to councilling tonight so don't leave the house, they still haven't caught that animal that's loose.
Henry Fitzgerald:
They never go anywhere.
Pamela Fitzgerald:
You're a big help. As usual.
Trina Sinclair:
[
about Sam] Don't give her the satisfaction!
[
crying]
Trina Sinclair:
For once someone shouldn't give that fucker the satisfaction!
Sam:
You can't do this alone.
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.
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:
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.
Brigitte:
I'm not dying in this room with you!
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, see fucking 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 opens the door to his van]
Sam:
The hell you guys doing in here?
Ben:
[
Greeting him] Sam, 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 fuck out of my van, assholes!
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?
Sam:
Hey. Kid, you got a smoke?
Brigitte:
No.
Sam:
[
takes out a drag] You got a light then?
[
she stops and hands him a lighter]
Sam:
Oh, thank you. I just spent a week of my life looking for you, you could give me a sec.
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.
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.
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!
Trina Sinclair:
Hey, why don't you get your slut-bitch sister a leash.
[
Jason and Ginger are about to have sex]
Jason:
Don't we need protection? (Ginger pushes Jason and viciously rips open his shirt) Stop! Wait a second.
Ginger:
You're fucking hilarious cave-boy.
[
Sam is stoned, and has just ran over the werewolf]
Sam:
Oh, fuck me.
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.
Jason:
Come and get some candy!
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!
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!
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.
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:
Shut up, Norman.
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.
Nurse Ferry:
A thick, syrupy, voluminous discharge is not uncommon.
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.
Pamela Fitzgerald:
Jesus Christ on a bicycle! What the - ?
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]
Sam:
Biology, now there's something you can sink your teeth into, so to speak. Your problem is real. The solution is real.
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]
Pamela Fitzgerald:
Beating up girls? Cutting class? I'm very disappointed in you.
Ginger:
[
takes a bite of food and drops it on her plate] Wish these were babies legs.
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