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.

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.

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

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

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

Pamela Fitzgerald: Ginger, don't push your sister.
Ginger: God, I hate our gene pool.

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