Ginger Quotes in Swordfish (2001)
Ginger: You're not too good at this golf thing, are you, Stan?
Stanley: You're fucking up my chi.
Stanley: What are you still doing here? Look, I'm beginning to lose my sense of humor about all this.
Ginger: Ok, then I'll cut to the chase. If you want a chance in hell at getting your daughter back you better listen up. Unless of course, you want to stay here, in this loser existence, while your daughter grows up to be a fluffer in her new daddy's videos.
Stanley: With the courtesy of not confusing your own childhood with my daughter's.
Ginger: You know, you should really have let me buy you a suit, Stanley.
Stanley: I'm happy with what I'm wearing, thank you.
Ginger: Ignorance is bliss.
Stanley: And you are?
Ginger: I'm Ginger.
Stanley: Where's Gilligan?
Ginger: I'm not here to suck your dick, Stan.
Ginger: Surprised that a girl with an IQ over seventy can give you a hard on?
Ginger: For someone the NSA once listed as the most dangerous hacker in America, you sure don't look like much.
Sam Treadwell: [about Lester] The man is a psychopathic killer.
Ginger: Don't impose your values on me, Sam.
Female Gang Member: Ginger, what are we going to do now?
Ginger: You guys want some sandwiches?
Male Gang Member: Lester's dead.
[points to Lester's hanging body]
Ginger: Well, no sandwiches for him.
[walks over and sits down by Cherry 2000, opens thermos, hands Cherry 2000 a sandwich]
Cherry 2000: [opens sandwich] Pretty.
Ginger: Come get me, black boy!
Ginger: Generally only guys look at me like that, but it's a free country.
Vicki: This country may be free, but this town belongs to Rex, and Rex belongs to me, and Rodney belongs to Liz, and that's the way it is.
Ginger: That's very good... free, me, Liz, is. Say, which one does the jungle bunny belong to?
Ginger: You like white ass, don't you Jimmy?
Ginger: Jason! How are you?
Jason Varone: Fine. And you?
Ginger: Nearly naked.
Jason Varone: So what else is new.
Ginger: I'm lying on my stomach for a change.
Ginger: You've got another case for me?
Jason Varone: Well, you said you'd like to try again sometime just for fun, and besides you know what they say...
Ginger: All play and no work makes Ginger a swinging chick.
Ginger: Just one question before you kill us, Mr. Whittington: Why?
Mr. Whittington: Why? Why... You think there's a simple answer? The answer's the story of my whole lifetime. For years I sat here in this small community, practically in the middle of nowhere. And I controlled lines of power to New York... Miami... Los Angeles! The heads of giant firms sought ME out! Because I had a knack for finance! An insight into when to take the shot and when not to. And I had a solid power base in money to deal from. But... as the years passed, the giants began to cut away from me. Somehow it was easier to find a New York banker or a Los Angeles banker than it was to find Whittington here in the middle of nowhere. So now... now they would relegate me... ME! H.G. Whittington!... to the hundred-dollar deposit from the corner grocery store? Or a special checking account for some kid going away to college? It wasn't the money. It's not the money! It's the power. The power! And thus, a scheme. A scheme... a scheme to put a keg of dynamite in the hands of the Byrons, the Polskys, the Aronsons! A keg of dynamite with H.G. Whittington holding the detonator! Tying them to ME forever!
[In the casino near the slot machine]
Ginger: What are you starin' at?
Ray Mercer: Honey, where I'd just been you get a lot of trouble for staring. What's your name?
Ray Mercer: Ginger, do me a favour, will you? I'm not allowed to gamble. So all you have to do is just walk up, put the two Twenties in the machine and pull that lever. Whatever we win we'll make fifty fifty. What do you say?
Ginger: Oh, no!
Ray Mercer: Come on. You're my lucky star!
[the chickens are panicking]
Ginger: Ladies, please. Let's not lose our heads.
Bunty: Lose our heads? Aaaahh!
Babs: Morning, Ginger. Back from holiday?
Ginger: I wasn't on holiday, Babs. I was in solitary confinement.
Babs: Oh. It's nice to get a bit of time to yourself, isn't it?
Rocky: [lands in dough] D'oh. Get it? Dough!
Ginger: I'm stuck!
Bunty: In all my life, I've never heard such a fantastic... load of tripe. Oh, face the facts, ducks. The chances of us getting out of here are a million to one.
Ginger: Then there's still a chance.
Ginger: Think, everyone, think. What *haven't* we tried yet?
Bunty: We haven't tried *not* trying to escape.
Babs: Hmm. *That* might work.
Rocky: [Ginger falls down a chute] Oh, shoot!
Ginger: [falling] Rocky!
Rocky: I'll be down before you can say...
[spots something about to be dumped on him]
Rocky: ... "mixed vegetables"!
[Ginger slaps Rocky]
Ginger: *That's* for leaving.
[pulls him close]
Ginger: And *this* is for coming back.
Ginger: I thought you were teaching us how to fly.
Rocky: That's what I'm doing.
Ginger: Isn't there usually some flapping involved?
Rocky: Hey, do I tell you how to lay eggs?
Ginger: So laying eggs all your life and then getting plucked, stuffed, and roasted is good enough for you, is it?
Babs: It's a livin'.
Ginger: Listen. We'll either die free chickens or we die trying.
Babs: Are those the only choices?
Ginger: I should turn you in right now.
Rocky: You wouldn't! Would you?
Ginger: Give me one reason why I shouldn't.
Rocky: Because I'm... cute?
[Ginger squawks to attract the farmer's attention]
Rocky: Hey, hey, hey, hey. Wwhat kind of crazy chick are you? Do you know what'll happen if he finds me?
Ginger: [quoting him] It's a cruel world.
Rocky: I just decided, I don't like you.
Ginger: I just decided, I don't care.
Ginger: [whispering, right after one of the other chickens is killed] We've got to get out of here.
Rocky: Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You wanna get every chicken in this place out of here *at the same time*?
Ginger: Of course.
Rocky: You're certifiable! You can't pull off a stunt like that; that's suicide.
Ginger: Where there's a will, there's a way.
Rocky: Couldn't agree more. And I *will* be leaving *that* way.
Rocky: Ouch! What happened to my wing?
Ginger: You took a rather nasty fall.
Mac: [very fast, in strong Scottish accent] And sprained the anterior tendon connecting your radius to your humerus. I gave her a wee bit of a tweak, Jimmy, and wrapped her up.
Rocky: Was that English?
[Rocky is about to be found by the circus]
Ginger: [blackmailing him] Teach us to fly and we'll hide you.
Rocky: And if I don't?
[Ginger pulls breath to squawk]
Rocky: [stops her] Was your father by any chance a *vulture*?
Rocky: Is there a problem here?
Ginger: Have we flown over that fence?
Rocky: Not, uh... not quite.
Ginger: Then there's a problem.
Mac: [very rapidly, with a thick Scottish accent] Thrust! I went over my calculations, hen, and I forgot the key element missing is thrust!
Rocky: [after a long pause] I didn't get a word of that.
Mac: Thrust. Other birds, like ducks and geese, when they take off, what do they have?
Rocky: I swear she ain't using real words.
Ginger: She said we need more thrust.
Rocky: Oh, thrust! Of course we need thrust. Why, thrust and flying are, well, like this.
Rocky: See, that's flying and that's thrust.
[Rocky was hiding beneath Ginger's nest while Mrs. Tweedy was searching for him]
Rocky: [strained] Not, really.
Ginger: [produces a plastic knife to wedge between him and the wood frame] Maybe this'll help.
Ginger: Um, I just wanted to say, I may have been a bit harsh at first. Well, what I really mean is: thank you, for saving my life. For saving *our* lives. You know, I come up here every night and look out to that hill, and imagine what it must be like on the other side. It's funny, I've - I've never actually felt grass beneath my feet. I'm sorry. Here I am rambling on about hills and grass, and you had something you wanted to say.
Rocky: Uh, y-yeah. Um, it's just that, you know... life, as I've experienced it - you know, out there lone free rangin' and stuff - it's, uh... it's full of dissapointment, and, uh...
Ginger: What, you mean grass isn't all it's cracked up to be?
Rocky: Grass! Exactly, grass. It's always greener on the other side. And then you get there, and it's brown and prickly. You see what I'm trying to say?
[Ginger starts nodding but then shakes her head]
Rocky: What I'm trying to say is... you're welcome.
Ginger: You know, that hill is looking closer tonight than it ever has before.
[Ginger accidentally touches Rocky's hand and they both pull away, embarrased]
Ginger: Well, good night... Rocky.
Rocky: Good night... Ginger.
Rocky: You know what your problem is? You're... difficult.
Ginger: Why? Because I'm honest? I *care* about what happens to them! Something I wouldn't expect a Lone Free Ranger to know anything about!
Rocky: Hey, if that's the way you go about showing it, I hope you never care about me!
Ginger: I can assure you, I never will.
Rocky: You see, over in America, we have this rule. If you want to motivate someone, don't - mention - death!
Ginger: Funny; the rule here is: always tell the truth.
Rocky: Boy, that's been working like a real charm, hasn't it? Let me give you some free advice: you want them to perform? Tell them what they wanna hear.
Ginger: You mean lie?
Ginger: Uh, Mr. Rhodes, perhaps I didn't explain our situation properly. We lay eggs; day in and day out. And when we can't lay any more, they kill us.
Rocky: It's a cruel world, dollface. Might as well get used to it.
Ginger: What part of 'They kill us' do you not understand?
Rocky: [apparently training the chickens] And left, two, three, and right, two, three and... stop right there.
[chickens stop leaning to the side, confused]
Rocky: Oh, yeah. Down.
Rocky: All right, now: make little circles.
[chickens start to spin]
Rocky: That's it, faster, faster... yeah, that hits the spot...
Ginger: [Ginger looks up only to see Rocky sighing in contentment getting massaged; she walks over and clears throat; other chickens wander away, embarrassed] I thought you were going to teach us how to fly.
Rocky: That's what I'm doing.
Ginger: Isn't there usually some flapping involved?
Rocky: Hey. Do I tell you how to lay eggs? Relax. We're making progress!
Ginger: Really? I can't help feeling we're going around in circles.
[motions to the spinning chickens behind her]
Rocky: What the - ? Hey! Cut it out! You're making *me* dizzy!
[chickens stop and start stumbling dizzily]
Rocky: I think they're ready to fly now.
Ginger: Good. Because they certainly can't *walk* anymore.
Rocky: Ouch! What happened to my wing?
Ginger: You took a rather nasty fall.
Mac: [in fast-paced, thick Scottish accent] And sprained the Anterior Tendon connecting your Radius to your Humerus. I gave it a wee bit of a tweak, and wrapped her up.
Rocky: Was that English?
[Edwina has been sent to the chop after she fails to produce any more eggs]
Ginger: Bunty, why didn't you give her some of yours?
Bunty: I would have. She didn't tell me. She didn't tell anyone.
Fowler: [of Rocky] I don't like the look of this one. His eyes are too close together.
Ginger: Fowler, please.
Fowler: And he's a Yank.
Ginger: But you're supposed to be up there - you're the pilot.
Fowler: Don't be ridiculous. I can't fly this contraption.
Ginger: Back in your day? The Royal Air Force?
Fowler: 644 Squadron, Poultry Division - we were the mascots.
Ginger: You mean you never actually *flew* the plane?
Fowler: Good heavens, no! I'm a chicken! The Royal Air Force doesn't let chickens behind the controls of a complex aircraft.
[Fowler is hesitant about piloting the Crate]
Ginger: Fowler, you *have* to fly it. You're always talking about "back in your day"; well, *today* is your day.
[extends to Fowler his medal]
Bunty: You can do it, you old sausage.
Fowler: [stares at the medal for a moment, takes it, and salutes Ginger] Wing Commander T.I. Fowler, reporting for duty.
Ginger: We can't give you our eggs. They're too valuable.
Nick: And so are we.
[Packing up to leave]
Nick: After you, Fetcher.
Fetcher: ...After I what?
Mr. Tweedy: Me tools! Why you thieving little buggers!
Mac: What's the plan?
[tackles a startled Mr. Tweedy]
Bunty: [following suit] Nice plan!
Ginger: This isn't good, Mac. IWhatever is in those boxes is for us, and I don't think it's softer hay.
Ginger: [Overturns the trough] Something is wrong here; can't you see that? Strange boxes arrive during the night. Babs stops laying but they don't take her to the chop, and now they're giving us extra food. Don't you see what's happening? They're fattening us up. They're going to kill us all.
[Chickens, with mouths full, gulp aprehensively]
Ginger: We need some more things.
Nick: Right you are, miss.
[opens suitcase and pulls out thimbles]
Nick: How about this quality, handcrafted tea set?
Ginger: No, thanks.
Fetcher: [holding a drain plug on a chain] Or this lovely necklace and pendant?
Ginger: It's love...
Nick: [holding a shuttlecock] Or this little number that's all the rage in the most fashionable coops in Paree? Simply pop it on like so...
[pops it on Ginger's head, feathers side up]
Nick: And as the French hens say, "VoilÃ¡!"
Fetcher: That is French.
Nick: It's two hats in one, miss. For parties...
[turns shuttlecock over]
Nick: For weddings. Oh, madame! This makes you look like a vision, like a dream.
Fetcher: Like a duck!
Ginger: You know what the problem is? The fences aren't just round the farm. They're up here, in you heads. There's a better place out there, somewhere beyond that hill, and it has wide open places, and lots of trees... and grass. Can you imagine that? Cool, green grass.
Hen: Who feeds us?
Ginger: We feed ourselves.
Hen: Where's the farm?
Ginger: There is no farm.
Babs: Then, where does the farmer live?
Ginger: There is no farmer, Babs.
Babs: Is he on holiday?
Ginger: He isn't anywhere! Don't you get it? There's no morning head count, no farmers, no dogs and coops and keys, and no fences.
Bunty: In all my life I've never heard such a fantastic... load of tripe! Oh, face the facts, ducks: the chances of us getting out of here are a million to one.
Ginger: Heaven help us.
Ginger: There's a whole world out there.
Harry: How old are you?
Harry: I guess I don't know much about being 16 these days.
Ginger: Neither do I.
Ginger: Good show tonight right, baby-cakes?
Peter Vincent: You were late again on the "Devil's Torture Chamber".
Ginger: I have something for you, look.
[she gives him the middle finger]
Ginger: You were early again. In the bedroom.
Peter Vincent: Fuck you!
Ginger: I will fuck myself. Someone's gotta do it.
Peter Vincent: Ginger, we got a delivery.
Ginger: [eating ice cream] I'm watching my program! You get it!
Peter Vincent: You're TiVo-ing it, you lazy cow!
Charley Brewster: [entering Peter's penthouse and seeing his artifacts] Wow. This is all his stuff?
Ginger: He started collecting tarots and Ouijas. Gateway stuff. Now scholars, they call him for answers. Those books, the forgotten texts, the Agrippa. He's read them all.
[Charley tries to touch an item]
Ginger: No, no. Don't touch anything. He's PMS-y today. Sensitive little girl. Over there, that's haunted antiques. Cursed stuff! And that's... that's Peter's honorary degree from LVSU. But he got it off the internet.
Hannah: Mom caught me and Jules in the pool together.
Hannah: We weren't swimming.
Suzette: Do the dishes you wash you dry!
Ginger: Rosa does them.
Suzette: Rosa who?
Ginger: I dunno...
Suzette: You have people wiping your ass and you don't even know their name!
Ginger: He failed me for NO REASON.
Lavinia: It says here you ran a red light.
Ginger: Mom, as if I'd do that in a test.
Suzette: You're spoiled brats. Okay, what's this?
Ginger: A banana hammock.
Suzette: A banana hammock. Not everybody has one of those.
[Ginger pulls out a joint]
Carl Purdue: No thanks, I'm trying to quit.
Ginger: [laughs] These aren't cigarettes. They don't kill you. They let you live, baby.
Ginger: It's just a little weed. Well, maybe not such a little. How 'bout, six trash bags full?
Sarah: Six bags full? Like that?
Ducky: Don't be mad, be glad.
Ginger: I don't mean to be mean, Sarah, but just look at yourself. You don't wanna have any fun. You're a fifty-year-old teenager.
Ginger: Where did all these girls come from?
Ducky: I don't know. One of these studs must have called a pound.
Sarah: Ginger! There's a guy and a girl in the bathroom together.
Sarah: And they're doing it!
Ginger: How do you know?
Sarah: I saw them.
Ginger: Well, maybe they're washing each others' backs.
Sarah: Ginger, I'm not stupid.
Ginger: No, but you are uptight. You'll get over it.
Ginger: Well, lock me in a freezer and call me a popsicle!
Carl Purdue: That was great!
Ducky: What, the grass or us?
Carl Purdue: Oh, I don't know. Shall we try it all over again, so I can make up my mind?
Ginger: What, Carl, already?
Chief Boatswain's Mate William F. Clark: Ginger, baby, I worship the ground you walk on!
Ginger: Now he's talking real estate!
Ace Rothstein: Now you need approval from him to go home?
Ginger: So what? So who fucking blew you in the parking lot before you came in, huh?
Ace Rothstein: You make me sick, you fuck. Once a fuckin' hooker, always a hooker.
Ginger: Oh, fuck you! Fuck you, Sam Rothstein! *Fuck you*!
Ginger: Take care Steve, take chances and drive fast.
Ginger: [rear-ending Sam's car repeatedly] You come down here right now! Get down here and talk to me, goddamn it! Don't fucking ignore me, you motherfucker! I mean it! You come down here right now! Get down here and talk to me, goddamn it! Fuck you! Goddamn you, come out here! I'm gonna drive your fucking car through the living room! You fucking coward! You motherfucker, you! Come out here and talk to me, you fucker!
Ace Rothstein: Will you stop it? You're drunk, you're on drugs.
Ginger: I am not!
Ace Rothstein: You're gonna be sorry if you don't stop it! The whole neighborhood...
Ginger: Don't you threaten me! Don't you threaten me! You are not threatening me anymore! You fuck! You fuck! I'm sick of you! I AM fucking Nicky Santoro! I am! He's my new sponsor! How about that, you fuckhead?
[the police pull up]
Ginger: What are you looking at? Fuck off!
Ginger: [doing lines next to Amy] You shouldn't do this.
Ace Rothstein: Are you out of your fucking mind? You tie up our kid and lock the fucking door? Are you out of your mind? That's our child. Are you out of your fucking mind?
Ginger: It was just for a little while, Sam. The baby-sitter wasn't there.
Ace Rothstein: I ought to fucking have you committed. You fucking do that again, I'll...
Ginger: I was just gonna be out for a little while. She was asleep. I was gonna be right back before she even woke up.
Ace Rothstein: Listen. Listen, you fucking cunt. Listen to me.
Ginger: Fuck you. I was gonna be back before she woke up.
Ace Rothstein: Listen to me. Listen carefully. You ever touch her again, you ever do anything like that again, I'll fucking kill ya, pure and simple. You hear me? Pure and fuckin' simple.
Ginger: Why don't you just let me go, Sam?
Ace Rothstein: I'll fucking kill you. You fucking whore.
Ginger: I'll sign anything you want me to sign. I just want the key to my jewelry, and I want you to let me go.
Ace Rothstein: You want your jewelry?
Ginger: I want you to let me go.
Ace Rothstein: And let you disgrace me, you fucking pig? Let you disgrace me? Get up and be a mother. Get in the car and go to the house right now. Get up and get in the... get... get up. Get up!
Ginger: [Being forced toward the door] I wouldn't do that if I were you. I wouldn't do that...
Ace Rothstein: Get the fuck... are you threatening me? I'll fucking kill you in this place. Get up and go home.
Ginger: I'm going! I'm going!
Ginger: Okay, I didn't have lunch with Jennifer.
Ace Rothstein: Who were you with?
Ginger: I was with someone.
Ace Rothstein: I know you were with someone, who were you with?
Ace Rothstein: I just hope it's not someone who I think it might be. I just hope it's not them.
High Roller: Ginger, honey, this is for you, love. Thanks for your time.
[tries to give her a small handful of chips]
Ginger: Come on.
High Roller: What's the matter?
Ginger: What do you mean "what's the matter"? I made a lot of money for you. I want my cut.
High Roller: What money? I've seen you stealing from me.
Ginger: "What money"? Look at the stack of chips! Don't give me that shit! I want my cut!
High Roller: I've been watching you all night.
Ginger: Don't give me that shit! I want my money!
High Roller: That bag's full of fucking chips!
Ginger: What do you mean "stole"? I didn't steal anything from you!
High Roller: Get lost, Ginger. Get lost!
Ginger: Get lost?
High Roller: Yes!
High Roller: Get lost?
Ginger: Well, how about that?
[throws his chips at him]
Ginger: [TV Version] Oh, freak you! Freak you Sam Rothstein! *Freak you*!
Ace Rothstein: You tied up our little daughter to a bed? What the fuck is the matter with you? Is there something mentally wrong with you?
Ginger: [Drunk] It was only for a couple hours Sam... the babysitter wasn't around, so I did what I could.
Ginger: We had a deal, remember? He said if things didn't work out, I could take my stuff and my daughter and leave.
Ace Rothstein: Look in my eyes. Look - look in my eyes. You know me. Do you see anything in these eyes that would let someone in your condition take my child away from me? You know that'll never happen.
[Ace questions Ginger on how much money she and Lester spent when they tried to kidnap Amy]
Ginger: Would you knock it off, Sam?
Ace Rothstein: I'm just trying to figure it out.
Ginger: Nothing to figure out. I'm home, we're working it out.
Ace Rothstein: Yeah, but I've been told before we're working it out. To think that you're home...
[his eyes narrow]
Ace Rothstein: after what you just put me through with Amy... is a favor to me?
Ace Rothstein: So counting the watch, maybe four thousand for expenses over the weekends, of which you must have had a good time. I know he did. That's for sure. I know that fucking peice of shit had a good fucking time. On my money. You might as well have fucked him, which you probably did anyway. You looking me a certain way. You're teary-eyed. I get it. You're good actress, you know that? Good fucking actress. Can't fucking get that pity out of people. I'm no john. You understand? You always thought I was but I'm not. I'm no sucker. Fucking pimp cocksucker. He's lucky I didn't kill him last time. Lucky he's fucking living. And if you had stayed with him, and you would have run away, you would have been dead, both of you. Dead! Dead!
Ginger: You think Al is a step up from Chili?
Jasmine: Anybody is a step up from Chili.
Ginger: He was a handsome guy with money.
Ginger: He was a smooth talker and pampered her. What's she gonna say? No?
Chili: [breaking down crying] I can't sleep. I... I'm a nervous wreck.
Ginger: Oh for Christ's sake.
Chili: I can't get you off'a my head.
Ginger: Stop it. Will you stop crying? There's people around.
Chili: I don't know what I'm gonna do without you! I don't!
Ginger's Boss: Stop it, stop it! Please. Sir, would you like to sit in my office?
Chili: No! But I appreciate it anyway.
Ginger: [to Brigitte] A girl can only be a slut, a bitch, a tease, or the virgin next door.
Ginger: I get this ache... And I, I thought it was for sex, but it's to tear everything to fucking pieces.
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.
Ginger: You swore we'd go together, one way or another.
Brigitte: When we were eight.
Ginger: [Playing with a kitchen knife] Wrists are for girls. I'm slitting my throat.
[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!
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.
Trina Sinclair: [Sam whistles to Brigitte on the field] Hi!
[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...
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.
Ginger: Suicide is like... the ultimate fuck you.
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.
Brigitte: She's just freaking.
Sam: Um, I do not think of you that way.
[Brigitte looks at Sam, sighs and rolls her eyes]
Brigitte: I didn't betray you.
Ginger: You locked me up!
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 know, we're almost not even related anymore.
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.
[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.
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]
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...
Brigitte: No, like...
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!
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.
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.
Brigitte: You gave it to Jason. You had unprotected sex and you infected him.
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.
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!
Ginger: [takes a bite of food and drops it on her plate] Wish these were babies legs.
Ginger: Do you think I want to go back to being nobody? You're fucked!
Sam: [throws Ginger off him] I said get off!
Sam: I told you to get off me!
Ginger: Don't ever touch my sister again.
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: 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...
[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!
[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.
Pamela Fitzgerald: Ginger, don't push your sister!
Ginger: God, I hate our gene pool.
[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.
Ginger: We had a dream that we would always be best friends. When we were born, for some it was the end. Now it seems there may not be tomorrow. But despite the horror and the sorrow, I love our world. I want us all to live. Now Rosa, you've asked me to forgive. One day, if mom survives this bitter night, then we shall meet again, and I will say, I loved you Rosa. Don't you see? But we are different, you dream of everlasting love. Not me. Because what really matters is to live. And if we do, there will be nothing to forgive. But I'll forgive you anyway.
Natalie: I think Rosa's a bad influence.
Roland: Meaning what, exactly?
Natalie: Anoushka worries about her. She says she's disturbed.
Ginger: [interrupting] So would you be if you'd been told you were a failure when you were 11 years old!
Ginger: [in letter to Rosa] But I'll forgive you anyway.
Roland: What on earth is that crucifix doing round your neck?
Ginger: Rosa and I went to church.
Ginger: Once, she wants me to.
Roland: You do realized that God is an invention.
Ginger: Sort of.
Ginger: Come closer... it's a secret.
[smiles through canine teeth]
Ginger: [whispers] they're coming.
Brigitte: [lying in Ginger's lap] Ginger, I'm cold.
Ginger: I'm not.
Ginger: [after Hunter whistles at them] Did he just whistle at us?
Brigitte: I'm sure he meant the dog.
Ginger: The air is bloody...
Ginger: I was wrong to leave you, Brigitte.
Brigitte: But you came back.
Ginger: You are all I have, I will not kill you.
Brigitte: Our parents drowned?
Ginger: Yes, but they didn't feel any pain. It was quite peaceful.
Ginger: A bond that would not be broken. Above men, above God, above fate. Together forever.
Ginger: Something bit me
Ginger: [Ginger and Brigitte enter the fort] Welcome to civilization.
Ginger: I've come for my sister.
James: I'm sorry to tell you, but the Reverend has taken a real fancy to saving her from Hellfire. So I guess that leaves me and you, more or less, to ourselves.
[he smacks her in the face]
Ginger: [wipes the blood off her mouth] Right then.
Ginger: [after being hit by James] You hit like a girl!
James: Well, we've got all night to fix that.
Brigitte: Where are we going to go?
Ginger: Same place we always go. Away.
Ginger: [looks at the red dress] Hmm, what a lovely shade of dead.
Brigitte: Is a dead boy's room the only one they've got?
Ginger: It's better than sleeping out in the woods with a tree root for a pillow.
Brigitte: We've slept there before.
Ginger: Together forever?
Brigitte: Together forever.
[as the film opens, Brigitte and Ginger are riding on horseback through a frozen wasteland]
Brigitte: I'm so cold.
Ginger: Me too.
Brigitte: Ginger, I think we've lost our way.
Ginger: We haven't lost anything, Brigitte. It's lost us.
Ginger: [after Brigitte is wounded and Hunter leads them to the fort, and they find it to be all wintry dirt and a few soldiers with muskets, Ginger murmurs to Brigitte:] Welcome to civilization.
Ginger: What is everyone so afraid of?
Doc Murphy: Didn't you see them, out there in the woods?
Ginger: We saw nothing.
Doc Murphy: Not to worry, girl. Because they saw you.
Reverend Gilbert: Good Christian women need fear nothing.
Ginger: We're not afraid.
Reverend Gilbert: Oh yes you are. Two months, this Fort has been in the devil's grip, and you two little girls walk right through our door.
Brigitte: [hears wolf howling] What is that?
Reverend Gilbert: Demons. The Devil's wickedness.
[he walks menacingly towards them]
Reverend Gilbert: This place is to be drowned, like a newborn deformity. To be cut out, like a bleeding cancer. To be cast into hell like a stinking whore!
[they run away from him and hide in their rooms, locking the door behind them]
Reverend Gilbert: Don't forget to say your prayers, ladies.
Ginger: We can't fight what's in us, B.
Brigitte: I'm not like you, Ginger... I'm stronger.
Ginger: [laughs] Oh really? That's not how I remember you the first fifteen years of your life.
Brigitte: It's how I remember the last fifteen minutes of yours.
Brigitte: [looking at elongated ear in mirror, moves back to show Ginger sitting on a chair] Ginger?
Ginger: We really need to talk. These last few days, I've been feeling very left out, watching you hang out with all your cool, new friends.
Brigitte: It's starting.
Ginger: So it is. Well, you have two options then, don't you? Either give in, or give up.
[Disappears, but voice remains]
Ginger: It only dies if you do.
Brigitte: I'm not gonna die.
Ginger: You're starting to understand, aren't you? How it all starts with wanting? What were you thinking when he was in that stall with you? Because even I - really - was shocked.
Ginger: [Mimicking Brigitte] I wanted the monkshood.
Brigitte: I just...
Ginger: [mimicking] I just -
Ginger: I mean, what did you want when he was pushing up against you? You're starting to figure it out, aren't you? How it all starts innocently enough, today you wanna to fuck him - tomorrow you just wanna bite a hole in his sternum.
Ginger: Remember that game we used to play when we were little? The one where we would make ourselves hold our breath until we passed out? Then you'd always get scared and call Mom and I'd get in to trouble? That game really sucked.
Ginger: You know, the faster you heal the closer he gets B. Or is it that the closer he is the faster you heal?
Jimmy: Tell them what you told me.
Phil the Alien: I like whiskey.
Jimmy: No, after that.
Phil the Alien: On my planet, there is no violence.
Ginger: That's so inspiring.
Phil the Alien: Except for twice a year when the weather changes, and then there is a brief period of ultra-violence.
Ginger: Jesus likes prostitutes right Phil?
Phil the Alien: Jesus loves all prostitutes.
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