Ginger Snaps Page #2
the host from within...
Eventually the invader consumes
its host completely...
...and finally destroys it.
Complete meiosis involves
successive division sequences...
...which results in four new
cells, each of which is...
This one comes with a free calendar.
Are you sure it's just cramps?
Just so you know...
...the words 'just' and
'cramps' they don't go together.
Ok, you really groaning a lot here.
One day, you too will know my pain.
Hey, diss me or whatever
but, I got three sisters...
...and nothing quite takes
the edge off like a good toke.
Well, maybe I like my edge...Thanks.
Or maybe you're just chicken to lose it.
Pass the fag.
That's a girl.
-Yeah.
An eighth's fifty.
I don't want any drugs.
- Then amscray.
I was just wondering
what you hit.
Well, officer, looked like
a lycanthrope to me, sir.
- I know what a lycanthrope is.
- Sure you do.
Think you see werewolves a lot?
Why, do you?
Is it working?
No...and now I just don't care.
What the hell are you guys doing in here?
Sam, the Man.
Sam, man, we just needed
a place to come and smoke.
Hey, you know, I have an idea.
Why don't you guys get
the f*** outta my van, a**holes!
No I'm serius. Get out!
Samuel, what happened in your truck?
- I tapped a tree, all right. Good bye.
Ginge, lets go.
Yeh, why don't you
stick to your own species Fitzenstien?
Trina, stick my fist.
Oh you b*tch!
Okay, baby.
Ging, what's going on?
Something's wrong.
Like more than you being just...
...female.
Can you just say something please?
Whoa!
Whoa? That's it? 'Whoa'?
I can't have a hairy chest, Bee.
That's f***ed!
No way.
The f***? What the f***?
This isn't...
- What?
No way, like...
- What?
Bitten on a full moon.
Now you're hairy?
I know, but think about it.
Well thank you for taking my
total f***ing nightmare so seriously!
Oh sh*t!
What if I'm dying or something?
We gotta see the nurse.
I'm sure it seems like a
lot of blood. It's a period.
But earlier it was like...
Geyser.
Everyone seems to panic their first time.
Neither of you have had
a period before and you're how old?
I'm almost sixteen, she just
turned fifteen. She skipped a grade.
A thick, syrupy, voluminous
discharge is not uncommon.
The bulk of the uterine lining is
shed within the first few days.
Contractions, cramps,
squeeze it out like a pump.
In three to five days you'll
find lighter, bright-red bleeding.
That may turn to a brownish or blackish
sludge, which signals the end of the flow.
OK, so it's all normal?
- Very!
Expected every twenty-eight days,
give or take, for the next thirty years.
Great. Thanks.
What about hair that
wasn't there before, and pain?
Uhuh, comes with the territory.
Thank you. Lets go Bee.
Wait, you'll have to protect
against both pregnancy and STDs now...
Play safe!
Wish this were baby's legs.
Ginger's very favorite.
Congratulations sweetie.
You know you can ask me anything.
You're so dead.
I didn't.
Our little girl's a young woman now.
I'd never tell her anything.
- Unless you wanted to piss me off!
I want you to be okay.
- I am, I just got my period...ok?
Now, I've got weird hairs, so what?
That means I've got hormones...
...and they may make me butt-ugly,
but they do not make me a monster.
So you got bit by a great big hormone.
Well not by what you think.
They don't exist!
Norman shut the f*** up!
Maybe he's barking at you.
Did I change last night?
Howl at the moon, kill sh*t and
change back this morning? Huh... No!
Did it take a silver bullet
to stop that thing? No!
It got killed
by a f***ing truck.
You always blow off anything you don't get.
- Yeah, when it's bullshit!
You're doing drugs with guys.
Something is definitely wrong with you.
You know, maybe you're right.
Maybe I do see a monster.
Yeah, it's got these little green eyes.
Oh yeah, like I really wish I was hemorrhaging
and hairy and sucking off jason McCarty.
Well you always wanted to be me!
- Well this isn't you, so.
Oh, poor Bee. I'm growing up
and obviously you're not, huh?
Well don't let me hold you back or anything.
- Oh well don't worry, I won't.
Only one creature on earth destroys
for pure pleasure. It's a werewolf.
Oh my god, here it is.
He's hideous!
Get the f*** outta the bathroom!
I'm trying to get ready!
Ginger? Oh my god.
Oh babe...
Check it out.
Hello, hello, hello...
Hey!
Kid, you got a smoke?
No.
You got a light then?
Oh, thank you.
I just spent a week of my life
looking for you. Give me a sec.
You dropped this on my truck.
Okay, we both saw it.
What the f*** was it?
- It's what you hit.
- Hm! I know...
...but what the f*** was it?
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 f***ed up, right?
What if you're not?
Well, that would explain
the human circumcised dick...
...and why you were
running for your life from it.
I have to go. Thanks for my stuff.
What's your name?
- Bullshit.
- Thanks.
No, hey bullshit?
What do you say?
Swear you won't call a freak show.
Yeah, I swear.
I'm Changing like right now and
full moons have nothing to do with it.
You're serious?
...and everything I look at goes silver
bullet in a gun to my head, the end.
Wow.
Lets not panic here. I mean...
...for one, that thing on the road,
my van did a pretty good job on it.
What are the benefits of silver bullets?
So, let's just forget the Hollywood rules.
It's got to be a cure right? Otherwise,
it would be a hell of a lot more of them.
It's like an infection, it works
from the inside out. It's like a virus.
Biology, there's something
you can sink your teeth into.
So to speak.
You're real, your problem's
real, the solution's real.
Not bam death by morality call.
The again when I start piercing sh*t, I got infections...
a girl says try pure silver... cleared up like that.
The ancients thought
pure metals purified the blood.
They thought leeches did too.
- They do.
Hey, why don't you get
your slut-b*tch sister a leash?
What a freak.
A nice bird necklace.
Ginger, a word?
Is it sorry?
- No.
Come on Jason, lets go.
Oh yes.
Ginger!
Hey. She is ovulating!
- See you freak.
- Bye bye.
This is a very exciting,
confusing time for your sister.
Boys, her body,
trying to fit in.
Maybe if she found that she
could share more with you...
...you'd both be a lot happier.
You know, Brigitte,
your turn's coming too ...one day
My stomach.
Hey, take it easy, alright?
We've got all night.
Sorry, you just taste really good.
- Just lie back and relax.
- You lie back and relax!
Who's the guy here?
Who's the guy here? Huh?
Who's the f***ing guy here?
Don't we need protection here?
Stop it!
Wait a second!
You're f***ing hilarious cave boy.
Ginge?
What happened?
Did he hurt you?
If he hurt you, you should tell.
Oh, my god!
Get out! Get out!
- What happened?
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