Torrance Shipman: You know, mothers have killed to get their daughters on squads.
Christine Shipman: That mother didn't kill anybody. She hired a hit man.

Torrance Shipman: Ever been to a cheerleading competition?
Missy: Oh, you mean like a football game?
Torrance Shipman: No, not a game, those are like practices for us. I'm talking about a tournament. ESPN cameras all around. Hundreds of people cheering.
Cliff: Wait a minute, people cheering... cheerleaders?
Torrance Shipman: That's right. Lots of people. Here's the deal, Missy. We're the shit, the best. We work hard, have fun, and win national championships. I'm offering you a chance to be a part of that.

Jan: You know, all the cheerleaders in the world wouldn't help our football team.
Les: It's just wrong. Cheering for them is just plain mean!

Big Red ran the show, man. We were just flying ignorami, for sobbing out loud.


You are all great athletes, thanks in large part... to me.

Big Red

Nora: So are you gunna ask me to dance?
Tyler Gage: I didn't know you could dance without your tights!

Liyah: David, this is my crazy best friend, Beautifull.
Beautifull: And that's with two "L"s. You gotta accentuate the "L"s. You know, let it roll off your tongue.

Your boy is really tripping.


Hey, ladies, wanna see my spirit stick?


Our next defeat is scheduled for next Friday, 8 o'clock.

Football Announcer

Whitney: Oh, don't play dumb. We're better at it then you.
Courtney: You were having cheer-sex with him!

Miles Darby: I just like to play with myself.
Lucy Avila: Oh you make it too easy.

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