Mr. Rad: Okay, let's settle down. Let's settle down, now. Now, by round of applause, you decide who the baddest crew is tonight. Let's hear it for Vick's crew.
[applause]
Mr. Rad: All right, let's hear it for David and Elgin's crew.
[louder cheers]
Mr. Rad: Well, well, well. Seems to me like the money in the hat goes to David and Elgin.

Missy: You ripped off those cheers!
Torrance Shipman: Excuse me, Missy, our cheers are 100 percent original. Count the trophies!
Missy: Well, your trophies are bullshit, and you're a sad ass liar.
Torrance Shipman: All right, that's it! Get out of the car, I'm gonna kick your ass!

Where the hell are my spanky pants?

Courtney

Justin Shipman: Hey, I have to tell you something!
Torrance Shipman: I'm on the phone creep!
Justin Shipman: I realize that, and normally I'd be listening on the other line, but this is important.
Torrance Shipman: Okay, what?
Justin Shipman: [farts twice]
Torrance Shipman: Ugh! Get Out!
Justin Shipman: Thank you for listening.

Darcy: Remember: They give extra points for alacrity and effulgence.
Kasey: Did we bring those?

Torrance Shipman: He's your brother, you don't see him the way I do.
Missy: And that's a good thing because that would be a crime.

Cliff: So, second place... how does it feel?
Torrance Shipman: It feels like first.

Cheerleaders: Hey, Toros! / That's right / The red black and white / Guess What / Guess What / You really SUCK!
Torrance Shipman: Hey...
The Toros Squad: That's all right. That's OK! / You're gonna pump our gas someday! / That's all right. That's OK! / You're gonna pump our gas someday!

Darcy: The words "big" and "britches" come to mind.
Whitney: She's crazy. She'll kill us all.
Courtney: Some of us haven't spent the whole summer working out. Right, Carver?

Courtney: Pass, ew! Good riddance!
Whitney: I don't believe in osmosis.

Torrance Shipman: So, is that your band or something?
Cliff: The Clash? Uh... no. It's a British punk band, circa 1977 to 1983-ish, original lineup anyway.
Torrance Shipman: How vintage!

You're a great cheerleader, Aaron, and you're cute as hell, but maybe you're just not "boyfriend" material.

Torrance Shipman

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