Ginger Snaps (2000)

Trina Sinclair: Quelle shocker!

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

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.

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

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.

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

Pamela Fitzgerald: Beating up girls? Cutting class? I'm very disappointed in you.

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

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

Nurse Ferry: A thick, syrupy, voluminous discharge is not uncommon.

Brigitte: I don't want any drugs.
Sam: Then am-scray.

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

Sam: You can't do this alone.

Sam: Fuck! That's your goddamn sister.