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

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.


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.

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.

I hate to be predictable, but I don't give a shit! We learned that routine fair and square. We logged the man-hours. Don't punish the squad for Big Red's mistake. This isn't about cheating. This is about winning. Everyone in favor of winning?


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

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

Football Announcer

Hey, ladies, wanna see my spirit stick?


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

Big Red

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


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!

Missy: What is your sexuality?
Les: Well, Jan's straight, and I'm... controversial.
Missy: Are you trying to tell me you speak fag?
Les: Oh, fluently.

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Bring It On Quotes

Torrance Shipman: Awesome, oh wow! Like, totally freak me out! I mean, right on! The Toros sure are number one!
Missy: [cheering] I transferred from Los Angeles, your school has no gymnastics team, this is a last resort!
[back to normal tone]
Missy: Okay, so I never cheered before. So what? What about doing something that actually requires neurons.

[in cheerleading try-outs] Yo! Yo! Wassup? Wassup? It's time to get busy, so let's kick this shit and knock the C.K. off your face.

Rappin' White Girl