You, you have weak ankles. One of your calves is bigger than the other. Too much makeup. Not enough makeup. What's with the skin? Say it with me SUNLIGHT. Male cheerleaders, enough said. Smile. Don't smile. Ah, good tone and general musculature. Report those compliments to your ass before it gets so big it forms it's own website! And you, I take you to be the captain, which means you'll probably need more work than anybody.

Sparky

Courtney: Why does everyone have to go on a diet?
Sparky: Because! In cheerleading we throw people into the air. Fat people don't go as high.

Missy: Hey, perv.
Cliff: Gahhh!
Missy: Hand over your 15 bucks or get out of here.
Cliff: What are you doing?
Missy: Making money from guys ogling my goodies.
Cliff: Aww, I didn't need to hear that. That was an over-share.

I am a choreographer. That's what I do. You are cheerleaders. Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded. What you do is a tiny, pathetic subset of dancing. I will attempt to turn your robotic routines into poetry, written with the human body. Follow me, or perish, sweater monkeys.

Sparky

Whitney: She puts the "itch" in "bitch."
Courtney: She puts the "whore" in "horrify."

Kasey: Courtney'll get captain. The guys like touching her butt.
Darcy: Yeah, she's got a lot to hang on to. What's the plural for 'butt'? On one person, I mean.
Carver: She puts the "ass" in "massive."
Darcy: You put the "lewd" in "deluded."

Courtney: Darcy thinks she should get captain 'cause her dad pays for everything.
Whitney: He should use some of that money to buy her a clue.

Miles Darby: I left my G-4 at home.
Tyler Gage: [coughing] It's in his bag.

Camille: Are you going to jail?
Tyler Gage: No, I'm not going to jail, but they will have to take me to jail if you don't start knocking. Get outta here.

Skinny Carter: [coming back from playing a basketball game] Man, I was droppin' dimes today!
Mac Carter: Man, you tripped over your own shoes!
Tyler Gage: Twice actually, but you rolled outta the second one pretty nice, you played it off pretty cool.

Director Gordon: See, that's my concern... he's not taking this seriously.
Tyler Gage: Well, I'm sorry... it's just that you guys talk about dancing like it's rocket science or something.

Director Gordon: And you say that he can dance?
Nora: He's... adequate.
Tyler Gage: Adequate?
Director Gordon: See. That's my concern. He's not taking this seriously.
Tyler Gage: Look, I'm sorry. It's just... ya'll are talking about dancing like it's rocket science or something.
Nora: It's just for a couple of weeks. Until Andrew gets better.
Tyler Gage: Yeah.
Director Gordon: This would be your risk Nora. It's your Senior piece.
Nora: I know.
Director Gordon: Well, don't make me regret my decision.
Nora: [talking to Tyler] 2:30 tomorrow. Bring your tights.
Tyler Gage: Tights? Wait. What?

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