For mature audiences. Contains graphic violence and adult situations.
Runtime: 108 min / Argentina:110 min (Mar del Plata Film Festival)
Country: Canada / USA

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.

Brigitte: Are you *sure* it's just cramps?
Ginger: Just so you know, the words "just" and "cramps", they don't go together.

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 in this scene but together forever. 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: I am 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?

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've killed their pets 'B', and the only thing that helps is to tear live things to pieces. I can't live 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 and Tim: Yeah.
Ginger: I'm in charge of the prizes
[she flashes them]
Ginger: You two 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: (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: 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: 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: [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: [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!

Brigitte: [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 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.