Isis: You wanna make it right? Then when you go to Nationals... bring it. Don't slack off because you feel sorry for us. That way, when we beat you, we'll know it's because we're better.
Torrance Shipman: Oh, I'll bring it. Don't worry.
Isis: I never do.
Courtney: 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?
Darcy: Remember: They give extra points for alacrity and effulgence.
Kasey: Did we bring those?
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.
Darcy: Big Red ran the show, man. We were just flying ignorami, for sobbing out loud.
Courtney: Why does everyone have to go on a diet?
Sparky: Because! In cheerleading we throw people into the air. And fat people don't go as high.
Isis: Hey! Enjoy the show?
Lava: Yes, were the ethnic festivities to your liking today?
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.
Missy: I don't know what's scarier, neurotic cheerleaders or the pressure to win. I could make a killing selling something like Diet Prozac.
Aaron: Big Red's a bitch, we all know that. Even she knows that.
Aaron: You're a great cheerleader, Tor, and you're cute as hell. Maybe you're just not "captain" material.
Missy: You ripped off those cheers.
Torrance Shipman: Excuse me, Missy, our cheers are 100% original. Count the trophies.
Missy: Well, your trophies are bullshit, and you're a sadass liar.
Torrance Shipman: All right, that's it! Get out of the car, I'm gonna kick your ass.
Kasey: Except, it's gonna cost us $2,000.
Darcy: Do I have the letters 'A-T-M' tatooed on my forehead?
Torrance Shipman: I was thinking more D-A-D-D-Y.
Football Announcer: Our next defeat is scheduled for next Friday, 8 o'clock.
Torrance Shipman: Courtney, this is not a democracy, it's a cheerocracy. I'm sorry, but I'm overruling you.
Courtney: You are being a cheer-tator Torrance and a pain in my ass.
Torrance Shipman: You're a great cheerleader, Aaron, it's just that... maybe you're not exactly "boyfriend material." Buh-bye.
Aaron: We'll be reunited at Cal State Dominguez Hills! I'll be the experienced sophomore, you'll be the hot new freshman. It'll be just like high school, only better. Dorm rooms.
Big Red: You are all great athletes, thanks in large part... to me.
Jenelope: Can we just beat these Buffys down so I can go home? I'm on curfew girl.
Torrance Shipman: Missy is bank.
Courtney: Uh, bankrupt.