Bring It On: In It to Win It

Sarah:
You know what this really needs to pop? The blood of a virgin.

Carson:
Okay. Why are you guys looking at me?

Sarah:
Come on, Carson, just a little pin prick.

Ruben:
If she can take a little prick, she wouldn't be a virgin.

Aisha:
Just so you know, I'm not mad anymore. I myspaced it all out of my system.

Carson:
Why him? Why now?

Aisha:
Why who?

Carson:
Aisha, I met this guy!

Aisha:
What? I wasn't even sure you remember what guys were!

Carson:
His name is Penn, and he is SOOO...

Aisha:
Carson, breathe!

Carson:
He's awesome, and smart! But in a good way. And he's HOOTTT! CALIENTE hot! Aisha, I wanted to lick his abs!

Aisha:
But you didn't, right?

Carson:
No! I need to focus, and that means NO cute guys. Right now, beating the Jets is my top priority.

Aisha:
Good, and you're doing the right thing.

Carson:
I know...

Aisha:
So, can I have him?

Brooke:
Just because you skanks go all the way, doesn't mean your team will.

Aisha:
Oh girl, you know a Cheer Crip can't be hittin' it with a Cheer Blood.

Carson:
Brooke! I dont think you stole the Spirit Stick anymore.

Brooke:
Like I give a flying tuck what you think?

Brooke:
Oh, and Penn? It's your loss. I'm double-jointed.

Chelsea:
This is like a total cheer-clipse of the sun!

Carson, Ruben:
It don't matter what we do. Music, baby, is our cue. Hands and shoulders, face so tight, all our moves will rock this fight.

Penn, Brooke, Chelsea:
Our moves are tight, we move with ease. The moves we do will make you wheeze. So watch us strike our muscle pose, while you all prance and do-ci-do.

Carson, Ruben:
That was cute, your pose was dull, but all of you have belly rolls. Once again we groove with flare, the moves we do, you wouldn't dare! So listen quick, while your face gets cracked, one, two, three your whacked!

Penn, Brooke, Chelsea:
Your rhyme was fun but we're still good. We still can stunt, your from the hood.

Penn, Brooke, Chelsea:
Hood-rats, good-rats, what are you called? The moves you do won't win at all. So listen quick - oops, you said that rhyme. one, two, three our time!

Carson, Ruben:
Motions, motions, hear them roar. No one's knocking at your door. With no rhythm and with no sass, all of you can kiss our ass!

Penn, Brooke, Chelsea:
Dance:10; Looks:3; the moves you do make us all pee.

Penn, Brooke, Chelsea:
We laugh, we cry, we all say "HI!" but when you dance it's "BYE BYE BYE!"

Carson, Ruben:
BYE BYE!

Ruben:
P-E-A-C-E! Peace to the middle east! Go Planet!

Ruben:
I see children frolicking under a rainbow, eating hormone-free treats. [pauses] Ohh! A unicorn!

Sarah:
I see... mutant turtles gnawing on festering human flesh. [pauses] Awh! They ate the unicorn.

Aisha:
[laughs] You need Jesus. Or Prozac.