A twisted take on 'Little Red Riding Hood' with a teenage juvenile delinquent on the run from a social worker traveling to her grandmother's house and being hounded by a charming, but sadistic, serial killer/pedophile.

Vanessa: Well look who got beaten with the ugly stick. Bob, is that you? My God, I can't believe such an itty bitty gun could make such a big mess out of someone! You are so ugly Bob! Oh and hey I heard you have one of those poop bags where the shit comes out the side, you're just a big old shitbag aren't you Bob! I hope you think of me every time you shit in that thing motherfucker!
Vanessa: Do you wanna get shot a whole buncha times?
[to Rhonda's sexual advances]
Vanessa: Alright, I'll make out with you. But no fucking 'cause I'm straight.
Vanessa: What are ya'll lookin' at? Fuck all ya'll.
[to Bob and Mimi]
Vanessa: Fuck you, chipmunk face! And your fuckin' skipper wife!
Woody Wilson: Why are you doing this?
Vanessa: 'Cause I'm pissed off and the whole world owes me.
Woody Wilson: I am claustrophobic.
Vanessa: Well I get claustrophobic suckin' strange dick, now get in there!
Vanessa: What, you're gonna do sex to me when I'm dead?
Vanessa: He had this disease, called, um, Wisenheimers, I think. You know, where your brain cells run out into your pee.
Vanessa: When a guy does that and hurts someone who never hurt them, that makes him a criminal first and a sick guy second. It's like being sick has to take second place to being crooked. And Bob, you're crooked. You proved that to me tonight.
Vanessa: I already told you why I shot him you shit-skinned motherfucker.
Rhonda: I don't get how a person could go through their whole lives never being into girls. I just... I love girls.
Vanessa: You can keep 'em.
Vanessa: So what you think it's OK do all sorts of bad stuff to me now?
Bob Wolverton: Well that's an open ended discussion Vanessa dealing with deep philosophical ramifications, something you can hardly grasp. In fact take it from me a professional Vanessa, you're an absolute fucking moron!
Vanessa: Holy shit! Look who got beat with the ugly stick. Is that you Bob?
Vanessa: [holding a gun to her would-be rapist and killer] This is a crucial question, Bob. Do you believe in the lord Jesus Christ and take him for your personal savior?
Vanessa: Well you don't have to worry about him anymore. I took care of him.
Detective Garnet Wallace: Mr. Wolverton is in critical condition, but he's not dead.
Vanessa: [smiles] Oh, yeah right. I shot him so many times.
Vanessa: I felt like I had been transformed into a human urinal.
Vanessa: Fuck all y'all.
Ramona Lutz: You don't know nothin' about nothin'!
Vanessa Lutz: You fucker! You killed my grandma!
Bob Wolverton: That's not all I did to grandma.
Vanessa: Get out of the car, you little pecker snot!
Rhonda: [Mesquita and her friends approach Vanessa] Chola alert.
Vanessa: How many?
Rhonda: There's three but you only gotta worry about one.
[after getting slashed]
Guard: You didn't have to kill me!
Vanessa: I didn't kill you, you dirty little pervert, now give me your car keys before I cut your pecker off!
[Imitating Bob]
Vanessa: "My dick may not function, but I have not lost my smile!"
[from some TV closed-captions]
Vanessa: "My neck may not function, but I have not lost my smile!"
[from DVD subtitles]
Cop #3: Why were you so convinced we wouldn't believe you ?
Vanessa: 'Cause I've been in the system, and once you've been in it once, ain't no one never gonna believe you again.
Vanessa: You shoulda let me out of the car when I asked you to, Bob. You see what happens when ya got bad manners?
[Kneeling down to pray]
Vanessa: Oh God. God, that was so fuckin' bad.
Vanessa: Mister, I'm a person!
Vanessa: Them's some big ugly fuckin' teeth you got, Bob.
Ramona Lutz: I *do* clean up sir, its just that I'm under a lot of stress. My sister died three months ago and I am trying to get off methadone.
Cop #1: You're on methadone?
Ramona Lutz: Would you please give me a cigarette?
Vanessa: Are you the guy who's been killing all them girls on the freeway, Bob?
[Bob chuckles sadistically]
Vanessa: Why are you killing all them girls, Bob?
Bob Wolverton: 'Cause I have absolutely reached my fucking limit with people like you, Vanessa.
Vanessa: What kinda people am I supposed to be?
Bob Wolverton: The alcoholics, the drug addicts, the fathers who fuck their daughters, the drug addicted motherfucking whores with their bastard fucking offspring.
Vanessa: Hey I ain't no trick baby!
Bob Wolverton: We call them garbage people, and I assure you, you are one of them.
Bob Wolverton: Chicken soup, and a fucking straw.
Vanessa: I don't give a good goddamn!
[Standing over a guard who is bleeding on the floor]
Twin#1: Ooh, he sure is bloody.
Twin #2: You still think he's cute?

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