Ginger Snaps (2000)

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

Trina Sinclair: Quelle shocker!

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.

Brigitte: I'd never tell her anything.
Ginger: Unless you wanted to piss me off.

Brigitte: High school: just a mindless little breeders' machine.

Ginger: Suicide is like... the ultimate fuck you.

Ginger: I said I'd die for you.
Brigitte: No. You said you'd die with me. Cause you had nothing better to do.

Brigitte: You always blow off anything that you don't get.
Ginger: Yeah, when it's bullshit.

Brigitte: Shut up, Norman.

Brigitte: Ginger, a word?
Ginger: Is it 'sorry'?