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.
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.
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.
