Kris Lemche credited as playing...
Sam
- 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.
- Sam: Biology, now there's something you can sink your teeth into, so to speak. You're real. Your problem is real. The solution is real.
- Trina Sinclair: [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 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.
- Sam: [waiting in his van, spots Brigitte]
- Sam: Why hello, hello, hello.
- [gets out of van and follows Brigitte from behind]
- Sam: Hey kid, got a smoke?
- Brigitte: [turns around quickly] No.
- Sam: [pulls cigarette from behind his ear] Got a light then?
- Brigitte: [stops and pulls a lighter from her bag]
- Sam: Well, thanks. I've just spent a week of my life looking for you, if you could just give me a sec.
- [lights cigarette]
- [Sam opens the door to his van]
- Sam: The hell you guys doing in here?
- Ben: [Greeting him] Sam, 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! Come on, I'm serious get out! I mean it! Get out!
- Sam: What are you saying?
- Brigitte: You swear you won't call a freak show?
- Sam: Yeah. I swear.
- Brigitte: I'm changing. Like, right now, and full moons have nothing to do with it.
- Sam: You're serious.
- Brigitte: [referring to her recent study of werewolf movies] And everything I look at goes: silver bullet in a gun to my head, The End.
- Sam: Wow. Well, let's not panic here. I mean, for one, that thing on the road, my van did a pretty good job on it. Without the benefits of silver bullets, so let's just forget the Hollywood rules. There's gotta be a cure, right? Otherwise, there'd be a hell of a lot more of them.
- Brigitte: It's like an infection. It works from the inside out; it's like a virus.
- Sam: Right, see, Biology! Now there's something you can sink your teeth into, so to speak. You're real. Your problem is real. The solution is real. Not bam, death by morality call. Then again, when I started that piercing shit? I got infections. Girl says, 'Try pure silver." It cleared up like that.
- [snaps his fingers]
- Sam: The ancients thought pure metals purified the blood.
- Brigitte: They thought leeches did, too.
- Sam: They do.
- [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.
- Sam: Holy shit, that's monkshood. Where the fuck did you get that?
- Brigitte: I don't know if you smoke it, or eat it, or what. But I need to try it now.
- Sam: Well you got me, but... To be sure, I'd have to say direct route. Inject it. But see, that's a bad idea, Brigette. Because neither of us know what this stuff does.
- Brigitte: Can't be worse than being roadkill.
- Sam: The dosage would be a guess, I mean... It's have to be. There's no way to match for metabolism, body weight, there could be side effects. You cannot try this alone.
- Brigitte: My sister will be there.
- Sam: [they prepare the monkshood in a syringe] 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 tonight.