Ginger Snaps

Wat do you got there?

God!

Baxter?

Ah!

He got our dog.

He got Baxter.

Shut up, Norman.

Baxter's fertilizer.

En everyone's just

standing there like... staring.

Why they'd just catch that thing?

How hard could it be in

a place for dead ends?

F*ck!

Wrists are for girls...

I'm slitting my throat.

You should definatly hang.

Maybe even your final

moment's a cliche around here.

Not ours. Bee ours are rock.

You don't think our death should be

a little more than a scheap entertainment?

You jazzed me on this.

Don't wuss out now.

It's the idea of everyone

staring at me just lying there.

I mean, what if they just... laugh?

Don't be (???).

Bee, suicide is like

the ultimate "f*ck you."

Come on it's so "us."

It's the pact.

See, it's easyer for you. You don't care.

We swore we'd go

together, one way or another.

When we were eight.

- So?

Out by sixteen or dead in

this scene but together forever.

Together forever.

United against life as we know it.

Our deaths will be the shit Bee.

Trust me!

To much blood...

...and I can see your gonch!

- Just do it.

Please bury me in this dress. Thanks.

I was completly disturbing, wasn't I?

You now, the Fitzgerald sisters

clearly worked very...

God!

I mean...

I am completely sickened.

Sickened... by that, wasn't I?

Look, see me at the guidance office,

after class. You two, separately.

Can we see the ones

with Ginger again?

No!

Hey...

'Life in Bailey Downs.'

Who's next?

Oh yes ladies run. Run for daddy!

Bounce.

Those she's good to go.

You wanna do a Fitzgerald?

- You're kidding?

Not the little dweeb...

...the one with the rack!

The redhead.

I think McCardy just checked me.

Like you care, right?

High school is just

a mindless breeders machine.

Total hormonal toilet.

I'd rather wait it all out in our room.

What is with your back?

- I don't now.

'Search and Destroy'

Okay. Trina Sinclair?

Excellent selection. Continue.

Trina Sinclair, D.O.A. at the hair dye aisle.

Perished while seeking matching

barrettes on nothing but diet pills and laxatives.

...likes her shorts stuck up her ass crack.

Favourite homework excuse:

my nail glitter ate it.

Basic pleasure model.

- Your standard, cumbuckety date-bait.

Good one.

Line change. Lest go, girls.

- Fucking bitch!

Uh oh.

Lets do this again.

I'll cover you.

Good.

Bounce, baby. Bounce!

Keep running.

You want me baby.

C'mon, honey!

Oh yeah, baby!

You want me baby.

- F*ck off!

'The Beast of Bailey Downs'

strikes again.

That's four dogs this week.

Oh! Whoa... Bonus!

I guess you D.O.A. on a dog.

That's enough.

Are you OK?

Terrific.

- That is one mother fucking mad dog.

Brigitte, go get cleaned out.

Don't ever touch my sister again.

Stop me. Freak.

Enough! Break it up!

Hey, that janitor is loking

right down your shirt.

Sure.

Want me to kill her?

I'll kill her for you Bee.

Whatever.

No, not whatever.

This isn't wathever.

Seriously? What about torture?

Anything you want.

Or...

she has that dog.

We could kidnap it, make it look like he

got eaten by 'The Beast of Bailey Downs'

We got all that blood and fake guts

from the slide show.

Let's do it.

She screws a drug dealer.

she's begging for negative attention.

So, Sam are you...are you gonna call me?

Okay you have my number right?

Remember when I gave it to you?

Sam.

Ok, bye...

Let's go.

Such a dickhead.

See...

You let idiots get

away with fucking you up.

That's why the big Buddha made me...

...to stop them.

Yeah so far you're really

kicking ass.

Just give me one clean shot.

Just one, I fucking promise you.

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