Bring it On (2000)

Jenelope: Can we just beat these Buffys down so I can go home? I'm on curfew girl.

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.

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.

Courtney: Where the hell are my spanky pants?

Les: You know, everyone's saying that your ambition broke Carver's leg.
Torrance Shipman: When really it was the angle in which she slammed into the ground.
Les: Kasey did a massive e-mail last night, misspelled "leg."
Torrance Shipman: Shut up.
Les: Two G's.

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: 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.

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?

Torrance Shipman: Well, I hope you're not too busy to hear this. Kiss my ass, Aaron. It's over.

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.

Aaron: Big Red's a bitch, we all know that. Even she knows 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.

Torrance Shipman: Missy is bank.
Courtney: Uh, bankrupt.

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.

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

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?

Torrance Shipman: You're a great cheerleader, Aaron, it's just that... maybe you're not exactly "boyfriend material." Buh-bye.

Aaron: You're a great cheerleader, Tor, and you're cute as hell. Maybe you're just not "captain" material.

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

Sparky: 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.