Bring It On Script - Dialogue Transcript

Voila! Finally, the Bring It On script is here for all you quotes spouting fans of the movie starring Kirsten Dunst, Eliza Duskhu, Jesse Bradford, Gabrielle Union, etc.  This script is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of Bring It On. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and I'll be eternally tweaking it, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. You won't hurt my feelings. Honest.

Swing on back to Drew's Script-O-Rama afterwards for more free movie scripts!

Bring It On Script



I'm sexy, I知 cute

I知 popular to boot



I'm bitchin', great hair

The boys all love to stare



I'm wanted, I知 hot

I知 everything you're not



I'm pretty, I知 cool

I dominate this school



Who am l, just guess

Guys wanna touch my chest



I'm rockin', I smile

And many think I知 vile



I'm flyin', I jump

You can look but

don't you hump, whoo



I'm major, I roar

I swear I知 not a whore



We cheer and we lead

We act like we're on speed



Hate us 'cause we're beautiful

Well, we don't like you either



We're cheerleaders

We are cheerleaders




- Call me Big Red

- I知 Wh-Wh-Whitney



- C-C-C-Courtney, reow

- Dude, it's Darcy



- I'm Big Bad Carver, yeah

- Just call me Kasey



I'm still Big Red



I sizzle, I scorch

But now I pass the torch



The ballots are in

and one girl had to win



She's perky, she's fun

and now she's number one



K-K-Kick it, Torrance




I'm strong and I知 loud

I知 gonna make you proud



I'm T-T-T-Torrance

Your captain Torrance



Let's go, Toros



We are the Toros

The fighting, mighty Toros



We're so terrific

we must be Toros




Go, Toros!



Yea, come on!




- Yeah! All right!

- Go, Toros!



- Oh, my God!



Nice rack! Oh, baby!



Serves her right!



Check out the hooters!



Oh, shit.



Hey, hey,

Mr. and Mrs. "S."



Oh, look, it's Aaron.

Oh. Hello, Aaron.



- Hey, can I help?

- Oh, no. We're fine, thanks.

Really. Stay in your vehicle.



Nuh, nuh, nuh.

You sure?



Bye! Be back later!

Bye, honey.






Come on, Tor.

Can't mack on you

in front of the parentals.



- Bye-bye!




he's leaving for college.






- So areyou excited?

- Oh, yeah!



It's college, Tor.

I'm really stoked,

you know?



It's just, you know,

I知 gonna miss you.







But next year, it'll be

you and me reunited at

Cal State Dominguez Hills.



I'll be the experienced

so pho more, you'll be

the hot, new freshman.



Yup. It'll be

just like high school,

only better.



Dorm rooms.






I got the door, Tor.




I got the door, Tor.



What's up, Aaron?

Hey, what up, buddy?







Hey, hey, remember,

when you get captain,

act surprised, okay?



- Don't jinx me.

- Hi, Torrance.

Hey, Aaron.



- Ah, ladies. Thank you.

- Good luck at school.



Oh, Aaron, come

to one last practice?



You know you're still

my favorite cheerleader.



Oh, I知 sorry, guys.

I gotta run.




You're not staying

for the vote?

I really gotta beat traffic.



I can't be late

for orientation. Hey.

But I really want-



Hey. Trust me.

You're gonna get it.







Did you vote?

Oh, yeah.



Darcy thinks she should

get captain 'cause her dad

pays for everything.



He should use

some of that money

to buy her a clue.



Courtney'll get captain.

The guys love

clutching her butt.



She's got a lot to hang on to.

What's plural for "butt"?

On one person, I mean.



She puts the "ass"

in "massive. "



You put the "lude"

in "deluded. "




Can I have

all your votes?




Here's me.



Thank you.



We should get Big Red a gift,

or at least someone

should say something.




Good riddance.



I don't believe in

osmos is.

It's not brown-nosing.



She's the departing captain.

She did a lot for this squad.



Oh, come on.

Both of you sucked before

she whipped you into shape.



Oh, whipped?

Is that what that was?



No one will miss Big Red, Tor.

She puts the "itch" in "bitch. "



Sheputs the "whore "

in "horrifying. "



You know,

it's her last practice.

How would you feel?



Big Red

has no feelings.

Just testicles.



You guys are all

great athletes.



Thanks in large part to me.



And I know that

your new captain will

keep the tradition alive,



Leading you to the record

sixth national...



cheerleading championship

you know is yours.



So, let's meet

your new leader,



- Torrance Shipman.

Oh, my God!



Oh, Les!

Oh, my God!



- That slut.

- Listen up!

I'd like to try a wolf wall.



Oh, excellent!

Torrance has got

the fever, people.



What's a wolf's wall?



Only the hardest pyramid

known to cheer leading

and mankind.



The words

"big" and "britches"

come to mind.



She's crazy.

She'll kill us all.



Hello! Some of us have

not spent the entire

summer working out.



Right, Carver?

Come on, guys!

Let's be different for once.



We can't just rest

on our laurels.



Why does everybody say that?

Maybe a laurel's

a good place to rest.



Come on, man.

You guys suck.

Let's do this.



One, two, three, four,



five, six, seven, eight-



Five, six, seven, eight.

Kick one-



Five, six, seven, eight.

And one! Stick it!



Come on, girls!

Stick it for me!



Five, six, seven, eight.



Go one, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

Kick one!



- Good job! Whoo!

- Pinch some panties.

Someone's slackin'.



Do I look like a milk maid,

'cause somebody feels

like a cow!



- Carver, can you cradle out?

- You bet I can.



Okay, ready?

One, two, down, up!



- Carver!




Are you okay?



I'm fine, really.



Don't you guys

worry about me.

It's just a scratch.



I'll be back to practice




so don't you guys fret,




And I don't want you

to worry at all,

because I知 a quick healer.



I promise, you guys.

I'm gonna be there

for you.



You hear me?



Guys? Bye!



I got captain.



Yeah, and you sent

a girl to the hospital

on your first day.



- Aye, aye, Captain!

- You were listening

on the phone? Mom!



It's true. She really should

get her own private line,

you know.



She's growing up so fast.



Justin, go away.



At ease, Captain.



Well, this blistering

academic schedule

shouldn 't get in your way.



You should be happy about that.



Why can't you

accept the fact

that I知 not a genius?



It just kills you that

I知 not an honor student.



No. It kills me that you

barely make time to study.



If you studied

half as much asyou cheer,

you'd be in great shape.



Your priorities are-

No! Those are

your priorities!



Mine are just fine.




I'm just saying that

college might be

less of a shock...



if you take an extra lab

or language course

or something.



- What do you think?

- Will Advanced Chem

get you off my back?



Not completely,

but it'll help.






You know, mothers have killed

to get their daughters

on squads.



That mother

didn't kill anyone.

She hired a hit man.



Everyone, we have

a new student...



transferring from

Mission Hills High School

in LosAngeles.



Please welcome

Cliff "Pant One. "






- Thanks.









Wait, wait, wait.

Was that, uh-



Was that the loser sneeze

I just heard right there?



Guys, come on.

I mean, what is that,

from like the     s?



Nobody does that anymore.

I don't think anybody does.



When I lived in Kentucky-

Did they still do

the loser sneeze in Kentucky?



No. They had, uh,

guns and homemade bombs.



What about L. A.?

There was attitude in L. A. ,

but no loser sneeze.



I'm pretty sure

the loser sneeze

is officially dead.












I don't think

they got the memo

about the loser sneeze.



Uh, no, apparently not.






- Torrance.

- Advanced Chem.




Um, 'fraid so.

Are you intimidated?



Y-Yeah, a little.



- Really?

- No, not really.



So, is that your band

or something?



The Clash? No, uh-



It's a British punk band,

circa      to     -ish.



- Original lineup, anyway.

- How vintage.



Um, so I'll

seeyou around then?



Looks like it.



Hey, hey, hey, hey.



Whoa! It's sexy Leslie...



and Jan, Jan,

the cheerleading man.

Hey, fags.



Just because we won

more trophies

than you guys,



that's no reason

to go get all malignant.



Malignant this, tool.



All right.

Right on!



One oft hese days, man.

Let it go.



They never even won

a single game.



Gotta be kind

of rough on 'em.

Besides, they're dicks.



Les, tell me you have

Advanced Chem

first period.



Advanced Chem, first period.

Ifyou have a lab partner

already, I知 screwed.



Torrance, it's only

the second day ofschool,



and your academic

insecurity bit

is completely tired.



You know, everyone's

saying your ambition

broke Carver's leg.



When, really, it was

the ankle she slammed

into the ground.



Kasey did a massive

E-mail last night.

Misspelled "leg. "



Shut up!

Two G's.



Apparently, Carver

gets home schooling

for the next three months.



I'm cursed.

Replacing her is

gonna be a nightmare.



Well, that's why you're

the captain, Captain.



Bring on the tyros,

the neophytes

and the dilettanti.



Bring on the tyros,

the neophytes

and the dilettanti.



S. A. T. 's are over, Darcy.

And you're still jealous

of my score.



Are we sure Carver's

not malingering?



Carver will strictly be

cheering in Special Olympics

until March.



Nationals are February   th.



Regionals are in, like,

four weeks. I talked to her.

She's cool with this.



Don't tell me Carver can

cut school just because she

broke her leg in three places.




Get a wheelchair!

That lucky bitch.



Tell me we're not actually

continuing this masquerade

and having tryouts.



Let's cut the crap

and pick somebody now.



Whitney's little sisterJamie

is really teeny.



She'll be easy to toss,

and she doesn't give lip.



Just tongue.

Kiss my ass, Jan.



I'd love to.

Ifshe's the best,

Jamie's got it.



But we have to see




Ready, okay.



Wait. Hold on.

Let me try that again.

That was terrible.



Ready, okay!

Go, team-



Ready, okay! Sorry.



Ready, okay! Shit.



Be aggressive.

Be, be aggressive.



How many cheers

do we have to memorize?

Do we get paid for this?



Anddo lhave to

provide my own uniform?



I see you guys are

wearing red. Um, that

does not work for me.



Ready, okay! R-C-H!



Toros all the way!



I'm sorry. I just broke up

with my boyfriend.



Pretty good.



Yo, yo, yo!

What's up? What's up?

It's time to get busy!



So let's kick this shit

and rock the C. K.

off your panties, yeah.



Give my regards

to Broadway



Remember me

to Herald Square



Tell all the gang-

Excuse me!



What's with the song?



- Isn't this the audition

for Pippin?

- No.



Taste so good

Make a grown man cry



Sweet cherry pie, yeah









Well, swingin 'on

the front porch

Swingin 'on the lawn



Swingin ' where we want

'cause there ain 't

nobody home



Okay, uh,

any more questions?

I think we're good.



- Here's our girl.

- Rancho Carne's

not all talk



All we know is

Toros rock



Shake their booties

Scream and shout



Toro players work it out



Go, Toros.



Do I have to wear

those little underwear things?

I don't like wearing underwear.



- Thanks!



Excuse me. Where'd you

park your Harley?



Get real.



Tattoos are strictly

verboten. Sorry.



I got bored during

fourth period.



You need to fill

one of these out.



Did it.



Missy, is it?



Okay, before we start,

I知 afraid we're gonna

need to make sure...



you can do

a standing back tuck.



Standard procedure.

You understand.



Standing back handspring

back tuck okay?



Where's this girl from,




- Can she yell?

- We'll tryan oldie.



Awesome, oh, wow!

Like, totally freak me out!

I mean, right on!



The Toros sure are

number one.



I transferred from Los Angeles!

Your school has no gymnastics team!



This is a last resort!



Okay, so I've never

cheered before. So what?



How about something that

actually requires neurons?



Do it.

Front handspring, step out,

round off, back handspring,



step out, round off,




full twisting lay out.



- Ha!

- Hey!



Missy is bank.



Uh, bankrupt.

We've already

so decided on Jamie.



Courtney, this is not

a democracy.

It's a "cheerocracy. "



I'm sorry,

but I知 overruling you.



You are being a "cheertator, "

Torrance, and a pain in my ass!



We already voted.



Besides, Missy

looks like an uber dyke.



Courtney, I知 the captain.



I'm pulling rank,

and you can fall in line or not.



If we're gonna be the best,

we have to have the best.



Missy's the poo.

So take a big whiff.




And you.



I mean, hi. I'm-

A cheerleader.



Uh, yeah.

Head cheerleader,

to be exact.






So does Missy live here?

Uh, actually, she moved

back to L. A. , yeah.



Something about

evil cheerleaders or-

Look, I知 serious.



We have to get her.

Is her drug dependency

gonna be a problem?



Cliff, shut up.

What doyou want?



I want you on the squad.



You're the best.

They know it.



They just reject

the unfamiliar.



Thanks, but no, thanks.

I mean, I plead

temporary insanity.



See, I知 a hard-core gymnast.



No way jumping up and down,

screaming, "Go, team, go!"

is gonna satisfy me.



Look, we're gymnasts too,

except no beam,

no bars, no vault.



Sorry. Not interested.



What are you doing?




I just thought that

it was interesting hearing

Torrance's point of view.



- How do you even know her?

- We're old friends.



Ever been to

a cheerleading competition?



- Oh, you mean

like a football game?

- No, not a game.



Those are like

practices for us.



I'm talking about

a tournament.



ESPN cameras all around,

hundreds of people

in the crowds cheering.



Wait. People cheering




That's right.

Lots of people.



Here's the deal, Missy.

We're the shit. The best.



We have fun, we work hard,

and we win national championships.



I'm offering you a chance

to be a part ofthat.



Think about it, Miss.

You get to wear

sassy outfits.



You get to yell

like you care

about something.



She's not the cheering type.



You know what?



Count me in.



Ready, girls?



I said brrr

It's cold in here



I said there must be some

Toros in the atmosphere



I said brrr

It痴 cold in here



I said there must besome

Toros in the atmosphere



I said oh-ee, oh-ee, oh

lce, ice, ice



Oh-ee, oh-ee, oh

lce, ice, ice



- Here we go, girls.



Hey, practice isn 't over yet.



Nice recruit, Torrance.



A real captain would've

seen what I saw:

a big dykey loser.



I'd say

that's strike two.



What is up?

I went out on a limb for you,

and you bail?



- I'm not about stealing.

- What are you talking about?



You ripped off

those cheers.



Listen, Missy, our cheers

are    % original.

Count the trophies.



Well, your trophies

are bullshit, because

you're a sad-ass liar.



All right, that's it!

Get out of the car!

I'm gonna kick your ass!



Oh, really?



Come on.



You're in for

a rude awakening.



Get in.

What? No way.



For real. Get in.



Do your thing, Isis!



I said brrr

It's cold in here



There must be some

Clovers in the atmosphere



I said brrr

It's cold in here



There must be some

Clovers in the atmosphere



I said oh-ee, oh-ee, oh

lce, ice, ice



Slow it down

Oh-ee, oh-ee, oh



Ice, ice, ice

Here we go



Hey! You guys

enjoy the show?



Yes, were

the ethnic festivities

to your liking today?



- You guys are awesome.

- Really? Ready to share

those trophies?



Can we just beat

these Buffys down

so I can go home?



I'm on curfew, girl.



- There's no need for that.

- She's right.



See, then we'd be

doing them a favor.



Then they could feel good

about sending Raggedy Ann here

to jack us for our cheers.



- Raggedy Ann?

- Ugly redhead with a video

camera attached to her hand.



Y'all been coming up here

for years, trying to steal

our routines.



- And we just love

seeing them on ESPN.

- What are you talking about?



"Brr, it's cold in here.

I said there must be some

Toros in the atmosphere"?



- You don't think a white girl

made that shit up.

- I- l-



- Our free cheer service

is over as ofthis moment.

- Over!



- Finito!

- Everytime

we getsome, herey'all come,



tryin' to steal it,

puttin' blond hair on it and

calling it something different.



We've had the best squad

around for years,



but no one's been able

to see what we can do.



But you better believe

all that's gonna change

this year.



I'm captain, and I guarantee you

we'll make it to nationals.



Hand over the tape

you made tonight and we'll

call it even for now.



We don't have any tape.

Really. We just came

to see the show.



What? Come on, Isis.

Let me do this.



You know what? Let's go.



Wait a minute. So that's it?

We're just gonna let them go?



Yeah, because unlike them,

we have class.



I swear I had no idea.



I swear I had no idea.



Well, now you do.



Hmmph. You been touched

by an angel, girl.



Jenelope, let'sgo.



We just so almost

got our asses kicked

back there!



I mean, I knew I'd seen

those routines before.



We used to play

East Compton

all the time.



You really had no idea,

did you?



Do you know

what this means?



My entire

cheer leading career

has been a lie.



Well, look on the bright side.

It's only cheerleading.



I am only cheerleading.



- Do you believe in curses?

- What are you talking about?



I think I知 cursed.



And why is that?



This past summer

at Cheer Camp,



all the new seniors

had to do a dare.



See, there's this thing

called the Spirit Stick,



and it can never,

ever touch the ground.



Torrance Shipman,

your mission, should you

choose to accept it-



and you better-



is to capture

the Spirit Stick...



and drop it in front

of the entire camp.



Do you wanna go my way



Do you wanna go my way



The future is clear

Let's get intogear



Y'all are such

an inspiration to us.



Well, I just wanted

to congratulate you guys

and take a picture of you...



with the Spirit Stick.






Do you wanna go my way



Do you wanna go my way




- I don't want it now.

- No, it's okay.



The Spirit Stick

doesn't lose anything.



The person who drops it,




goes to Hades!



I don't mean to laugh,

but cheerleading

urban legends?



You're not jinxed.

Shit happens.



I have to tell you


I'm on the phone, creep.



I realize that,

and normally I'd be

listening on the other line,



but this is important.

Okay, what?



Ohh! Get out!



Thank you for listening.



Yo. Back later.

Is Aaron around?



Do you know when?




Have him call Torrance.

It's urgent.

All right.



Big Red totally screwed us!



I mean monster screwed us!



I put this to the entire squad.

Swear you guys didn't know.



Big Red didn't exactly

let any of us help with

the routines, Torrance.



- I cannot believe she did this.

- I feel awful. It's depraved.



I mean, those East Compton girls

wanted to grill our asses.



Big Redran the show, man.

We were just flying ignorami,

for sobbing out loud.



We can't go to regionals

with a stolen routine.



It's too risky.

Changing the routine now...



would be total





Let's not put

the "duh" in "dumb. "



How are East Compton

gonna prove anything?



You people are unbelievable.

I mean, we're talking about

cheating here.



Sorry, new girl,

but nobody hit your buzzer.



Look, 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?



I get what you're saying,

Missy, but there's no time.



If we don't do the routine,

we've got nothing else.



So, you in?






Get out of here!



Hey, this is

the living room.

It's public domain.




Hey, may I please speak

to Aaron? It's Torrance.



He's not here. He's, uh-

He's not here. Bye.






I'll take "Famous Losers"

for     Alex.

Shut up, moron!



It's not my fault you're in love

with a big gay cheerleader who

won't return your phone calls.



- Aaron is not gay.

- Oh, so someone just made him

become a cheerleader?



He's just... busy!



Yeah, busy

scamming on guys.



Give me that!






Where is she?



Come on.



Oh, baby!

Ohh! Whoo!



No way.



Sexy mama!



Whoo! Take it off!



Come on. Go, sexy.






You're on fire, yeah!



- You sure I can stay over

your house tonight?

- Totally fine.



My parents are at some benefit.

They'll be pouring themselves

into bed around dawn.



Good. We gotta start early.

You'll be a star

cheerleader yet.



All the cheerleaders

in the world wouldn't

help our football team.



Man, it's just wrong.

Cheering for them

isjust plain mean.



Everybody comes

to see you ladies,




Because we're

such fine athletes.

Oh, live with it.



You'll be fighting off

major oglers while we

defend our sexuality.



What is your sexuality?



Jan's straight,

while I知...




Are you trying to tell me

you speak fag?

Oh, fluently.



And Courtney and Whitney-





Are you kidding?

I don't think so.



Courtney doesn't

wear anything

under her spankies.




no excuse, Jan.



I can't help it

if my digits slip




Nuh-uh. Slip?




Come on, Missy.

Don't make him say it.



Oh, my God.

My God too.




a sick man, Jan.



Now, ladies andgentlemen,



put your hands together

for the Rancho Carne Toros!



And now let's hear it...



for the five-time national

cheerleading champions,



the mighty Toros!



Go! Go! Come on!



We're number one!

Come on! Let's hear it!



Whoo! Yeah!



Bring it on, baby!

Come on!

Let's hear it!



Go, Toros!



Come on, Toros! Whoo!



Go, Toros!



Come on, Toros!



Come on. Yeah!



Yeah, Toros! Yeah!



Go, Toros!

Yo-ho, go, everybody!



Why don't you let

your cheerleaders

play for you?



At least they win shit


Is that the best you got?



Bring it on, butt plug.

You want more? Okay.



While we're out here

kicking your ass,



your cheer boys

are over there scamming

on all your squirrel.



Which is cool, since you

don't have dicks anyway.







- Punk!



Hey, Toros

That's right



The red, black and white



Guess what, guess what



You really suck



Hey, that's all right

That's okay



You're gonna

pump our gas someday



That's allright

That's okay



You're gonna pump

our gas someday



- Come on, guys!

Touchdown! Let's go!



- Nice.



- Fourteen-nothing.

- Go!






And with  . :  left

in the third quarter,




it's Costa Mesa   




Come on, Defense, work!



- Work!

- Knock 'em down,

roll 'em around.



- Come on, Defense, work!

- Work!



Knock 'em down,

roll 'em around.

Come on, Defense, work!




Knock 'em down,

roll 'em around.



- Come on, Defense, work!

- Work!



Knock 'em down,

roll 'em around.



Come on, Defense, work!




Knock 'em down,

roll 'em around.

Come on, Defense, work!









Go, Toros!



Come on! Yeah!



Come on, Toros!



You're, like,

totally his eye candy.



God, I can't believe

you'd do that to Aaron.



Do what?

Especially with him.



What are you

talking about?



Don't play dumb.

We're better at it than you.



You're having

cheer sex with him.



Flag on

the play, called against-

you guessed it- the Toros.



Remember, our next defeat

is scheduled...



for next Friday night at  . :  .

Let'sgo, Toros!



Let's go, Toros!



Let's go, Toros!



Let's go, Toros!



Let's go, Toros!






We're sweet

We got the whip

We can't be beat



We're the best

Our team's too cool



We got the class to rock

this school, ah, yeah



We bad, we got the team

We can't be had



We're the best

So score them points



You win the game

We'll rock this joint



Go, Toros, go, Toros

Go, go, go, Toros



Go, Clovers, go, Clovers

Go, go, go, Clovers



Our game is fierce

and we are hip



So get on back

You can't touch this



Our game is bad

We're without peer



So get that weakness

outta here



Tried to steal our bit

but you look like shit



But we're the ones

who are down with it



- I still say we use

the routine we have.



- Ifwe have to

start over, I quit.



And that's the game.



Whoever here is

for a new routine,

raise your hand.



Finalscore. : Cougars   




Jan's got spirit.

Yes, he do.



Jan's got spirit.

How 'bout you?



Dude, you just lost.



So is every game

that eventful?

No, thank God.



We have a real situation

on our hands.



I mean,

we were humiliated

on our own turf.



We might have

to have a rumble.



This is a serious problem!

Oh, so is your breath.



Oh, my God.




- What are you doing?

- Um-



Where's the bathroom?



- Right there.

- Oh.



Good night.




Are you into my brother?




I have a boyfriend.




Tor, is that you?




Where have you been?

I keep trying to call you.



Yeah, I know. I've been, like,

totally busy with school

and practice and stuff.



What's up?

Oh, it's bad, Aaron.



Miss Red snaked

our routines from

the East Compton Clovers.



- All of our routines.

- What?



They found out.

They showed up at the game.

Gauntlets were thrown.



Tell me you didn't know

about this. I don't know

what to do here.



Of course I didn't know,

but you gotta calm down.



This is not that big a deal.

Everybody uses

everybody else's material.



- It's like this unwritten rule

or something.

- That doesn 't help me.



We can't do their routine

at regionals because they're

gonna do their routine.



Come on, Tor,

you need a new routine.



That's all. No problem.



Just hire a professional


A choreographer?



Look, just think of it

as collaboration.



The U. C. A. totally looks

the other way.



Call this guy.

His name is Sparky Polastri.




Remember nationals last year?



Knows his shit, all right?

Here's the number.



It's    -    .

Thanks, Aaron.



You always know

what to do.

Mm-hmm. Bye, baby.



Who was that?



My sister. Mmm.



But you're not

my sister, are you?



- He says we should hire

a choreographer.






Hi. May I please speak

to Sparky Polastri?



He'll need three or four days

to teach us the routine.



But here's the thing.

It's gonna cost us

$     .



What, do I have

the letters A-T-M

tattooed on my forehead?



We were thinking more

like D-A-D-D-Y.



Maybe I can get    .



Okay, then we only need

  ,     more by Monday.



What's up, Whitney?




What's up, Whitney?




Here we are at

the Rancho Carne

Toro car wash,



raising a little money.



Yeah, baby, yeah!



Work it, Kasey!



- What's up, Les?

- Come to Mama.



Soak it up.



- Workin 'hard for our money?

- That's a good shot, Les.



Give a little buff job.

That's good.

Oh, that's attractive, Tor.



Lookin 'good.

Shakin 'the booty.



Missy, what the hell

are you doing?



Watch it! Aww!



Dude, don't turn

that camera off!



- Hey, perv.



Hand over your    bucks

or get out of here.



- What are you doing?

- Making money from guys

ogling my goodies.



Aw, I didn't need to hear that.

That was an over-share.



Hey, Torrance.

Come here a sec.



We'll just

get this over with.



My brother wants

to check out your rack.



You know,

I begged my mom

for a brother.



He'd look a little ridiculous

in that bikini, wouldn't he?



- Yeah.

- So, nice car.



Yeah. Um-



What can I say?

I drive hard.



- Shouldn't take long to wash.

- Don't even worry about it.

I got all afternoon.



I'll betyou do.



Where the hell

is this guy?



Listen, we're lucky

he's even doing this for us.



Prepare for total domination!



Domination, domination.



Y'allready for this






Thanks for coming.


Don't speak.



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.






- Don't smile.

- Chicken.



Good general tone

and musculature.



Report those compliments

to your ass before

it gets so big...



it forms its own web site.



And you, I take you

to be the captain,



which means

you'll probably need

more work than anyone.



Look, you don't-





No, no, no.

Don't speak. Don't think.



Listen and learn.



I'm 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 transform

your robotic routines into poetry...



written with the human body.



Follow me or perish,

sweater monkeys.



I want you to think

of what you ate today.



Got it? Now cut that in half.



This is called a diet.

Everyone start one today.



Darcy, honey,

you should stop eating.



You see, when you

skip a meal, your body

feeds off its fat stores.



And ifyou skip enough,

maybe your body

will eat your ass.



Why does everyone

have to go on a diet?



Because in cheerleading,

we throw people in the air,



and fat people don't go as high.



- Come on, come on.

Let'sget back to work!






I want dangerous!

I wanna feel like somebody's

gonna snap their neck!



Spirit fingers!

Give me spirit fingers!



Spirit fingers.

Give me spirit!




What? I told you

l'd catch you.



Look, I understand

you have underwear

up your ass right now,



but it beats the hell

out ofa shattered skull.



Think about it.



Okay, now,

spirit fingers.

Spirit fingers!



And spirit fingers!



- Oh, my God!

- These are not

spirit fingers.



These are spirit fingers.



And these... are gold.



One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.



One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.



Screw this.

I did not sign on

for spirit fingers.



Come on!

The spirit fingers are great!



Yeah, whatever.



We are so screwed.



- Hey. What's the matter?

- Hey.



You don't wanna know.



Ah. Cheer crisis.



I've just gotten

so bogged down

in all this... crap.



Well, if it's crap,

why do you do it?



I don't know.

So quit.



Maybe I should.

Yeah, I mean, if you

don't like it anymore.



I didn't say that.

Sounds like it.



I don't know what I want.



I remember back

when I cheered at

my school in Detroit.



You cheered

at your other high school?



No, I never cheered,

but I know what

you're going through.



And regardless

of all the politics

and the doubts...



and the crap,



you just have to know

that you can do it.



And if it helps,



I know you can.



You do?






Allright, allright!

I'm ready to make

a fool of myself.



State regionals,

here we come.



Welcome to the world

of competitive




High school divisions,

please check the signs.

If you're not here-



Welcome to the world

of competitive




High school divisions,

please check the signs.

If you're not here-



Hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done-






Ready? Okay!



Some of these uniforms

look so skanky.




They're white trash.

Where do they get them?






Cutter, I知 gonna

kick your ass,

you evil whore!



Get over it, hag!



Oww! She did not

just hit me!

She's a little kid.



You little-

Get off me!



Leave me alone!

Stop it, Courtney!



Hi. You, yes.



Your head was down.



Your head was down

during that move.



How are you gonna

give a proper score...



if your head is down

during a move?



Remember, they give

extra points for alacrity

and effulgence.



Did we bring those?



Oh, no.

Look who's here.






We're in trouble.



And now,

making their first appearance

at the U. C. A. California regionals,



the East Compton Clovers!



- Yeah, Clovers!



I'm standing here

with five-time national

returning champions,



the Rancho Carne Toros.



Leading the squad this year

is senior Torrance Shipman.



Torrance, one of the things

we've come to expect...



from the Toros over

the last fewyears is

a highly original routine.



Can we expect

thesame this year?




I think everyone

goes out there

the same way,



being as prepared

as they can be and

just hoping for the best.



We're just glad

to be back here...



and eager to see

what other squads

have come up with.



Prepare for total domination!



Domination! Domination!

Isn't that Sparky?



Thank you,

Rancho Carne Toros,

and good luck.



And now,

the Mighty Muskrats...




of Mesa Cucamonga!



- Spirit fingers.

- They stole our routine!



Y'allready for this



Keep that

Trojan spirit up!



It's the curse.




The Spirit Stick curse.

Will you

lay off with that?



There's no curse,

and you're not

going to Hades.



News flash!

Look around.

We are in Hades!



Rancho Carne!

You're up next!



And now,

from San Diego, California,



the five-time

national champions,



the Rancho Carne Toros!



Yeah! Yeah!



I bet this is good.



Prepare for total domination!




Domination! Domination!



Didn't we just

see this routine?



Y'allready for this



- What the f-






The Rancho Carne Toros,

ladies and gentlemen.



Go, Toros!



Did they screw up.



That was, um,




Nice job!

Y'all should've just stuck

with our routines.



- Yeah.



- Don't worry. We'll send you

a postcard from nationals.

- Six, seven, eight.



Next up, the Fighting Beavers

of San Bernardino.



Torrance Shipman?




Tad Freeman, Universal Cheer

Association. We have a problem.

A problem?



Oh, yes,

a very big problem.




I don't know

if you can imagine...




the incredible sense of deja vu

lexperiencedas I was watching

that last routine.



It tends to make me


I wouldn't just now.




Official cheer business.



Come on. It's me.

Hey, Torrance!



You see, I-



That was smooth.

Real smooth.



I'll see her later.

All righty.



Oh, uh, by the way,

nice spirit fingers.




Well, here's another.






Obviously your Toros

aren't the only squad with

this particular routine.



Does the name

Sparky Polastri

mean anything to you?



Sparky Polastri?




Apparently he's been peddling

this same routine up and down

the California coast.



Six squads total.



We're holding

an emergency session

of the discretionary panel.



About what?

We've never had a situation

like this before.



We really should

disqualify you and-

No, don't punish the squad.



It was my choice

to hire Sparky, not theirs.



Don't penalize everyone

for my bad judgment.



But since there's

no precedent for this,



there's nothing

in the rule books

that forbids it.



It's simply frowned upon,



and I suppose

we can't disqualify you

on those grounds alone.



As defending champions,

you are guaranteed

a bid to Florida,



but know that we'll

be watching you.



And don't expect

to show up at finals

with that routine.



Taking the floornow-



What are you doing?

You're wrecking

everything I built!



It's not totally her fault.

I hooked up-



This season should have

been gravy, okay?



I handpicked the squad,

I delivered

an idiot-proof routine.



- Platter, nationals, hello!

- Don't you mean

a stolen routine?



Oh. Don't be

so naive, Torrance.



Look, the truth is

I was a real leader, okay?



I did what I had to do

to win at nationals,



and ever since I handed

the reins over to you, you've run

my squad into the ground!



If I made any mistake

as a squad leader,

it wasn't borrowing cheers.



It was announcing you

as my successor.



Uh-uh. Not cool.



Hey, Tor. Tor. Wait,

wait, wait, wait, wait.



Let me go. I just

wanna get out of here.

Hey, Big Red's a bitch.



We all know that.

Even she knows that.



I don't know

what to do here, Aaron.



Look. I know I haven't

always been there for you

since I went to college.



It's been

a rough transition,

for both of us.



But I still care about you

as much as I ever did.

You know that, right?



You do?

Of course.



Which is why I hate

to see you like this,

all stressed out.



It's not good for you.



You're a great cheerleader,

Tor, and you're cute as hell.



It's just that maybe-






you're just not

captain material,



and there's nothing

wrong with that.



Maybe you should consider

letting Courtney and Whitney

take over the squad.



They're just like Big Red.

You want me

to give up captain?



Hey, let them deal

with the politics.



You just do

what you do best, Tor.

You cheer.



Cheer, Tor. Okay?



I just wanna see you happy.










Sleep tight, sweetie.



Friend of yours?



He's my boyfriend.



Look, Cliff,

I can explain.



No. It's cool.



Here, um,

I made you a tape too.






Hey, Torrance, uh,

it's me, Cliff.



Um, here's, uh-



I wrote something, uh,

for you, so here it is.



Oh, Torrance



Can't stand

your cheerleading squad



But I love

your pom-poms



I'd feed you bonbons

all night



One, two, three, four!



Yeah, you got me to feel

all those butterflies inside



In your locker I would hide

The truth



It's only you lsee



And you're just

what I need



I'd bring you flowers




Just to roll you

in the hay



Well, I知 feelin 'fine

I知 right on time



I know I値l get my way



And you're just

what I need



And you're just

what I need



Not everything

works asit seems



Is that so hard

to believe



'Cause you're just

what I need



And you're just

what I need



Not everything

works asit seems



Is that so hard

to believe






Aaron called us

last night.



He told us

you're turning

the squad over to us.



Just because you bit

the big one as captain,



does not mean

we're gonna be

super hard on you.




We'll treat you

as ifyou...



didn't screw us

into the ground.



Gee, thanks.




Torrance is not

to be harmed.



We've already decided

on a course of action.



We're gonna for ego

nationals this year.



- Everyone's

already agreed to it.



Uh, except me.

And me!



- Both of you can be replaced.

I can't believe you guys.



The only person who can

officially resign the post

of captain is the captain,



and I知 not

going anywhere.



Then we'll have

to overthrow you.

Which we will!






Our whole cheering career,

we've staked our reputation

on being the best,



the most inventive.



Now we finally have a chance

to truly be original,

and you're all running scared.



She's crazy.

Iam not crazy,



and I知 not resigning

as captain either.



- You're gonna have

to kill me first.

- That can be arranged.



Shut it, Whitney!

Let her talk!



Look, I know I've screwed up

royally as captain,



but I believe in this squad,

and I know we can

bounce back from this.



I'm not saying

it's gonna be easy.

It's gonna be hard work.



We need a new routine,

something amazing and fresh,



and we've got less than

three weeks till nationals,



but if we can do it,

if we can pull this off,



then we can really

call ourselves original.



Now who's with me?



All right!








How 'bout it, girls?

It's gonna be hard

without you two.










Okay. Let's do this.



We're gonna devote

every waking hour to practice-



before school,

in between classes

and after school.



Afternoon practices

will have to be twice as long.



We've gotta do

whatever it takes to be

in perfect physical shape.



Yeah. You can go

a little harder.



Yeah, that feels good.

Maybe we should

join the squad.




Oh, yeah.




And since

the football team sucks

no matter how hard we cheer,



we'll use night games

to practice too.



But that's not all.



We're gonna study

other types of movement,

from swing dance...



to interpretive dance, grow and you

grow and you bloom!



even mime.



We'll draw inspiration

from martial arts,




musicals, everything.



You guys know

we've got the talent.



We've just gotta work our asses

off and trust our instincts-

all of our instincts.



Tor! Wha- Wow!

What are you doing here?



Just wanted to

come by and see you.

Is this a bad time?




Yeah, yeah, yeah.



I'm super busy.

I'm workin'

on this project-



Yeah, you sound super busy.



I guess that's it.

You were too busy

to believe in me.



Oh. No, no, but wait.



You weren't too busy

to sell me out to Courtney

and Whitney, were you?



Gee, now I知 confused.



Well, I hope you're not

too busy to hear this.



Kiss my ass, Aaron!

It's over!



You're a great

cheerleader, Aaron.



It's just that...



maybe you're not exactly

boyfriend material.






You're a cheerleader?



U. C. A. just posted the nationals

list on the Internet.

East Compton isn't on it.



They couldn 't raise

the money in time.



- They're not going.

- What do you mean,

"They're not going"?




that's goodnews.



They cannot not go.

That's not good news.



What are you talking about?

They don't go, we win.

Once again we're the best.



I define best as competing

against the best there is

out there and beating them.



- They have to go.



It's so unfair. The first

inner-city squad to get a bid,

and they can't afford to go?



Look, Mom. Her head is spinning

off into another dimension.




The company gets hit up

for money all the time, honey.

I just can't.



It's not that much money,

Mr. Level-Playing-Field.



Tell them the deal.

Maybe they'll wanna help.



Yeah? Okay,

I値l make the call,



but they'll probably

say no.



Don't let them.

Think of how much

it'll mean to East Compton.



They deserve to go.



Do the right thing, Dad!



Did that

just happen?




"Where we come from,

'cheer' is not a word

we hear very often. "



"They should call us

'inspiration leaders'

instead. "



Oh, that's deep.

I like that.



I don't know why

we writin' to some

talk-show host.



It's like we beggin'

for charity.

It's not charity.



Pauletta Patton's

from our neighborhood.



- She'll understand

why we need the money.

- Tell her we need to buy donuts.



- Her big butt

will understand that.

- Ha-ha!



- Stop being

counterproductive, all right?

- Lava, please...



stop teaching her

these big words

before she choke on one.



No, better I choke you, Lafred.



- Look, Jenelope-

- You guys, stop! Please.






Well, tell her about

the late-night practices

we been having.



There you go.

That's the kind ofstuff

she wants to hear about.



Now we're talkin'.



You guys have to go

to nationals.



- Did you come up here

just to tell me that?

- Here.



I got my dad's company

to sponsor you guys.

What is this, hush money?




Oh, right.

It's guilt money.



You pay our way in

and you sleep better

at night...



knowing how your whole world

is based on one

big, old fat lie.



Well, you know what?



- We don't need you.



Why do you have to be so mean?

I'm just trying to do

the right thing here.



I'm trying to be strong

for my squad, okay?

That's what a captain does.



Well, I知 a captain too,

you know, and I知 trying

to make it right.



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.



I'll bring it.



- Don't worry.

- I never do.



Yeah, your parents

just have to sign it.



I didn't do





Bye, Tor.



I listened to your tape.

I loved it.




Can I talk to you?



I was upset that night.

Aaron gave me a ride home.



It was just

a good-night kiss.

It meant nothing.



Oh. I'm sorry.



And I wanted you

to know that...

I broke up with him.






He didn't

believe in me.



You did!




That's important to me!

You believed in me!



A groovy kind of way

A groovy kind of way



A groovy kind of way

A groovy kind of way



A groovy kind of way

A groovy kind of way



- A groovy kind of way

A groovy kind of way

- Bite me.



Hanging out with the airheads

has really sharpened

your verbal skills, huh?



- Screw you.

- Said the cheerleader.



That's right,

I am a cheerleader,

and you're a dumb ass.



Torrance likes you.



Okay? She likes you.



She has an odd way

of showing it.

Don't be stupid.



She broke up with

her boyfriend for you.




Look. Do us all a favor

and get over yourself

and tell her how you feel.



I thought I had.



Well, try again.



And let me give you

a little tip

from a cheerleader.



Be aggressive.

Be-ee aggressive.



Now back to Pauletta!



Thank you.

Thank you.



Today on Pauletta

it's "Wish Day"!



Today's letter comes

from East Compton, California.



"Dear Pauletta:

Where we come from...



"cheer is not a word

that you hear very often,



"but that's what we are,

the cheerleaders

of East Compton High School.



"They should really call us

inspiration leaders,

because that's what we do.



"We inspire the people

from our neighborhoods...



"to believe

that our team can win.



"That's why we're asking you

to fulfill our wish...



to send us to the national

cheerleading competition

for the first time. "



Well, Clovers,

you got your wish.




the East Compton Clovers!



Hi, Pauletta.

Wejust wanna say how thankful

we are for all of your help.




you my girl!

You the bomb, baby!



Ooh, Pauletta, girl,

we love you so much, girl.



You don't have to lose

a pound. We love you

the way you are!



- We're gonna make you

an honorary Clover for life.



Thank you so much.




Ooh! I'm gonna

look good in this, y'all.



So, your family




I don't know

if Cliff's coming.



I totally blew it

with Cliff.



Forget it.

My brother's an idiot.



You're his sister.

You don't see him

like I do.



Yeah, and that's

a good thing, 'cause

that would be a crime.



Hey, ladies, wanna see

my Spirit Stick?



Hey, this is Cliff.

Leave a message after the-



Hello. Hello?



Lock your door.

Boltyour windows.



Daytona, Florida,

hasbeen invaded

by teenage cheerleaders.



And what do they want?



The chance to be the number one

cheerleading squad

in the country.



You know, in high school,

lcouldn 'tpay a cheerleader

to talk to me.



Now, I知 surrounded by 'em,

and let's face it,



any sport

that combines gymnastics, dance

and short skirts is okay by me.



ESPN   welcomes you

to sunny Daytona, Florida,



for the Universal

Cheer Association

Nationals     .



Fifty squads from fifty high

schools across the nation...



are gathered here

to duke it out.



You wanna talk pressure?

Ha-ha. These kids

are feelin 'it.



One individual mistake

can cost a squad everything.



Who's got spirit?

We do, baby.

Only on the Deuce.



Hey. Watch goin' out

of bounds. They deduct

like crazy for that stuff.



You goin' for sainthood

or somethin'?



You don't wanna blow it

on something tiny.



Me and my squad

made it to the big show

without your help.



I think we can handle it.



Stay in bounds! If any

ofyou step outside that

ugly blue carpet, you are dead.



- Happy?

- Yes.



Tell your girl on the end

she's about a half second

early on all her moves.



- Okay, I will. Happy?

- Yep.



Hey, remember.

Bring it.



And what the hell

was that about?



It's boom, boom.



Wejust understand

each other, that's all.



All right, let's do this.

One, two, three.




The field has been narrowed,

and the advancing squads will

move on to tomorrow's finals.



Defending champs, the Toros,

have managed to come back...



from a humiliating showing

at regionals,



but the real Cinderella story

here, of course, is the Clovers

of East Compton, California.



Kasey's popping zits again.



Gross, Kasey.

You're totally

bedaubing the mirror.



Clean it off.

Okay, okay!



I don't know what's scarier,

neurotic cheerleaders

or the pressure to win.



I could make a killing

selling something like

Diet Prozac.



Thank God you're here

this season, Missy.



I couldn't have

done it alone.



Oh. Tear.

No, I mean it!



Shut up!

You don't have it yet,

you don't have it!



Give it up already!



Daytona, Florida,

day number two.



By sundown,

only one squad...



can call themselves

U. C. A. NationalChampions    .






Where the hell are

my spanky pants?



What's that

on his head?



Don't be shy, ladies.

Donations are always welcome.



Hey, babe. Are you

in a giving mood?






- Aah!

- Get lost, freak,



or I知 gonna tell

your friends that you were

at a cheerleading competition.



- You wouldn't.

- Oh, I would.



- Hey, I recognize these.



That was perfect.

Your basket toss was amazing,

and no one saw that landing.




We should find

your tooth.



...Colorado Springs, Colorado!




That last lift you did

was amazing.



Thanks. Hey,

good luck out there.



Thanks, man.

I'm Les.



I'm- I知 Tim.

It's nice to meet you.



Hey, I値l, uh,

see you around?




Okay, now focus

and don't be nervous.



- I'm not nervous.

- No, just try not to think

about the stakes, okay?



I'm totally cool.

I'm so ready.



The main thing that you must

remember is always smile!






Man, my stomach

is killin' me!

Yo, relax, girl.



You're makin' me

even more nervous.



You guys, look.

Gather up.

Guys, we got this.



We have done this routine

a million times. Just relax.



Forget about all those faces

out there and just imagine

that we're back at our school,



in our gym

just doin' our thing.



- We'll be fine. All right?

- East Compton Clovers,

you're up!



- All right,

now let's do this, Clovers.

- Yeah!



- All right,

now let's do this, Clovers.

- Yeah!



Raise the ceiling!

Let's go, baby.

One, two, three!



- You know!

Ladies and gentlemen,



please welcome

from East Compton, California,

the Clovers!



Whoo! Ready! Go!







You know!



- East Compton! Come on!






Yeah! Let's go!



Let's hear it for

the East Compton Clovers!



Okay, guys, let's go

out there and do our best.



Nothing hits the floor.

We stick it. Hands in.



Trust on three.

One, two, three.




Go, Toros! Yeah!

Welcome the five-time...



national champions

from San Diego, California,

Go, Toros! Yeah!



the Rancho Carne Toros!




Go, Toros!



Let's go!



Go, Toros!



All right!






Yeah! Oh!



- Toros! Yeah!

- Number one! Yeah!



- Yeah!

- We're number one!



- Whoo!

- Whoo!






- Number one!

- Yes!



Let's hear it for

the defending champions,



the Rancho Carne Toros!



Ladies and gentlemen,

our five finalist teams...



have taken thestage,

sopleasegive a warm welcome

to our emcees,



editor of

Cheer Fashion magazine,

Ms. Brandi Tattersol,



and U. C. A. president,

Mr. Johnny Garrison.



And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the moment you've all

been waiting for,



the award ceremony

forU. C. A.     .



Five finalists quads,

and only one...



will walk away

with the grand prize trophy...



and a checkfor$      .



And so, in third place,

from New Pope High School...



in New Pope, Mississippi,

the New Pope Cavaliers!



- Let's hear it for 'em.



- Well done, ladies.



Andnow, Brandi,

would you do the honors?



And in second place-

and this was

a tough decision,



as there were two outstanding

performances this year.



In second place,

from San Diego, California,



the Rancho Carne Toros!



Second place?

Hell, yeah!



- Yes!



- Yes!



- All right!

- And now, the winners,



of this year's

National High School

Cheerleading Championships,



the East Compton Clovers

of East Compton, California!



Congratulations, Clovers.

Let's hear it!



- Number one! Yeah!

- We did it! We did it!



Ladies and gentlemen,

let's hear it out there!



- Let's hear it

for all of our squads!




You were great.






Whoa, nice check.



I just want to say,

captain to captain,



I respect what

you guys did out there.



You guys were good.


You were better.



We were, huh?






Look, my very own

Spirit Stick.



So, you think

the curse is broken?



I don't believe

in curses anymore.



Oh, really?




Maybe we should

burn that, just in case.







Oh, thanks.



Uh, you remember

my friend Torrance, right?




I think so.



We'll talk later.




So, second place?

How's it feel?



Feels like first.

Special help by SergeiK