The Best Freaky Quotes

[from trailer]
[on the Blissfield Butcher]
Millie: He's like a wolf in sheep's clothing! Who knows how many of our friends he's gonna kill?

[from trailer]
Millie: I want my body back.
Blissfield: Come and get it.

Blissfield: [whispering in the ear of the jock who grabbed her/his ass] Your touch makes my pussy as dry as sandpaper, you fucking monkey. I can't wait to kill you.

[from trailer]
[referring to the Blissfield Butcher in Millie's body]
Josh: Great. We're gonna be killed by Murder Barbie.

Deputy: Suspects fleeing the high school in a shitheap!

[from trailer]
Blissfield: [whispering to a potential victim] I can't wait to kill you.

Blissfield: [to Ryler] You Need Somewhere To Hide
[traps her in cryo-therapy tank and sets it for sub-zero temperatures]

[from trailer]
Josh: Oh my God, it's a slaughterhouse!

[from trailer]
Millie: Cue the creepy dude in a mask.

Ginny: Don't underestimate a straight white man's propensity for violence Isaac, I don't care how fucking old they are.

[from trailer]
[having captured the Butcher in Millie's body, Millie in the Butcher's body is trying to convince her crush, Booker, of the switch]
Millie: Look, I know I look like the Butcher, but it's Millie!
Blissfield: He's crazy.
Millie: [clapping hands to get Booker's attention] Okay, Booker, can you look at me, please?
Blissfield: [happily distracting Booker] Booker!
Josh: Dry up, bitch!
Blissfield: Booker, help! BOOKER!
Millie: Will you shut up?
Blissfield: [pouting, disappointed] Booker...

[from trailer]
[running away from Millie in the body of the Blissfield Butcher]
Josh: You're black! I'm gay! We are so dead!

[Millie in the Butcher's body hits her head on a low-hanging tree branch]
Millie: [pained] I'm a giant! I'm a giant!

[from trailer]
[Millie - in the Blissfield Butcher's body - and her friends have caught up with the Butcher - dressed to kill in Millie's body - in their high school]
Millie: Whoa. What am I wearing?
Josh: I'm actually really liking this for you.
Blissfield: [screams, feigning terror] Help! Oh my God, it's the Blissfield Butcher!

[trying to break down a door]
Blissfield: Body's fucking useless!

[last lines]
Millie: I am a fucking piece.

Ryler: I'm not here to clam jam with you Millie.