Pitch Perfect 2

Lilly Okanakamura:
All my teeth come from different people.

Beca:
Aca-Wiedersehen b*tches!

Rip-Off Host:
The prize? Epic bragging rights!

Crowd:
[mumbles in disappointment]

Rip-Off Host:
Oh, and a $42,000 gift card to DAVE & BUSTER'S!

Crowd:
[uproars in cheers]

[Talking about the rivalry between the Barden Bellas and Das Sound Machine]

John:
This could be the most significant conflict between America and Germany in history!

Gail:
...Crack a book, John.

NFL Player:
I'm sorry, man - I was just focused in on 42 G's at D and B's!

Cynthia Rose:
What kind of white sh*t is this?

Fat Amy:
You are one of us, you paid the registration fee.

Chloe:
You know, one of my biggest regrets is that I didn't do enough experimenting in college.

Fat Amy:
You're Beca Effin' Mitchell! You're the big B.M! You're the most talented person I know. And I've met three of the Wiggles... intimately.

Fat Amy:
Listen, I don't want you guys to fight. You're Beca and Chloe, together you're Bhloe and everyone loves a good Bhloe.

Fat Amy:
Just tell her, Beca.

Chloe:
I heard that! Tell me what?

Fat Amy:
Aw, no. I clearly said... Fruffa fruffa muffa... Beca.

Lilly Okanakamura:
I keep a quarter under my tongue.

Beca:
Your sweat smells like cinnamon.

Aubrey:
Oh, we don't have ladders. Ladders represent a social hierarchy that's counterproductive to what we're trying to do here.

Chloe:
You seem so tense. Do you need a backrub?

Beca:
Several body parts are rubbing my back right now, thank you.

Lilly Okanakamura:
I sleep upside down like a bat.

Emily:
Fat Amy, you have a lovely vagina.

Fat Amy:
Thank you.

Pieter Kr?mer:
With what? More of Flabby Abbie's baby shoot?

Fat Amy:
That's not my name.

Pieter Kr?mer:
I don't know your name. Could be anything. Obese Denise. Inflexible Tina. Lazy Susan.

Fat Amy:
Don't take this the wrong way: you're the dumbest person alive.

Beca's Boss:
Any ideas? Because I...

Dax:
Okay, um, hear me out. We can remove the sleigh bells, and put in kalimba... You know, the finger thing.

Beca's Boss:
I know what a kalimba does; I know how it's operated, okay?

Dax:
Kalimba...

Beca's Boss:
Don't say it again. Go in the corner - go eat your lunch in the corner.

Dax:
But what am I gonna do with my Sriracha?

Beca's Boss:
Say one more hipster thing and I'm gonna shove you in your vintage bassoon case.

Snoop Dogg:
Groovy like a drive-in movie.

John:
Welcome back, a cappella enthusiasts. My name is John Smith, and sitting here to my left is Gail Abernathy-McCadden-Feinberger.

John:
Well, you saved the Jew for last.

Gail:
I did. I did.

John:
You're listening to Let's Talk-Appella, the world's premiere downloadable a cappella podcast. We are coming to you live from the nation's capital, where the Barden University Bellas are about to rock the historic Kennedy Center. Boy, these girls have broken down every single barrier in their path, haven't they, Gail?

Gail:
Absolutely, John. The first all-female group to win a national title, three-time defending champs, and now, here they are, performing for the President of the United States on his birthday.

John:
Wow! What an inspiration to girls all over the country who are too ugly to be cheerleaders.

Emily:
I'm a Junk. [pause] My mom was a Bella.

Chloe:
Your mother is Katherine Junk?

Fat Amy:
Who?

Chloe:
Only the top b*tch of the 1981 Bellas. She pioneered the syncopated booty shake. And word is she has a five-octave vocal range.

Emily:
Yep, still does. You do not want to hear that woman doing it with my dad.

Fat Amy:
What an odd thing to say.

Chloe:
True.

Beca:
Okay, we didn’t come here to start something with you guys. We just wanted to check you out. You know, for when we go to the Worlds. And kick your ass.

Fat Amy:
Oooh! Get it, girl.

Kommissar:
You? You are the kicker of ass? But you are so tiny. Like an elf. Or is it a sprite? Fairy? What is the word I mean?

Pieter Krämer:
Troll.

Kommissar:
That’s it. You are like a troll.

Beca:
Well you... are... physically flawless. But that doesn’t mean I like you.

Chloe:
We are not scared about the Worlds because when The Bellas hit the stage we are going to blow minds.

Pieter Krämer:
Blow minds? With what? More of Flabby Abby's baby chute?

Fat Amy:
That's not my name.

Pieter Krämer:
I don't know your name. Could be anything. Obese Denise. Inflexible Tina. Lazy Susan...

Fat Amy:
My name is Fat Amy, un I eat krauts like you for lunch.

Pieter Krämer:
Your team is like, a, how do you say that? A heated mess. You know, a mess where heat is applied to it so what once was a little messy is now even messier.

Kommissar:
Darlings, please take my advice. Don’t try to beat us. You can’t. We are the best. I must go and rest my neck. It is sore from looking down on you.

Beca:
Okay! Just because you are making me very sexually confused does mean that you are intimidating. We got a chip on our shoulder and nothing to lose. And we’re not backing down from anyone. Aca Wiedersehen, b*tches. Aw, what’s happening to me? Why am I using my hands so much?

Kommissar:
Tiny Mouse, we meet again. Have you abandoned your foolish plans to face us at the Worlds?

Beca:
You wish you... gorgeous specimen -- [to Chloe] She’s really in my head.

Aubrey:
Welcome to the Lodge of Fallen Leaves, where Fortune 500 companies send their employees to build teamwork skills.

Beca:
You run this whole place?

Aubrey:
You know, I realized that I had a knack for barking orders and bending people's wills, so I made a career out of it.

Flo:
[crammed into a tent with all of the Bellas] I do not understand camping. We are voluntarily living like dogs.

Beca:
This is the worst. The air we’re breathing is at least ninety percent fart.

Fat Amy:
That reminds me, I need to see a man about a horse. [climbs over the others to get out] Um, before I head out, anyone happen to pack a spare roll of toilet paper? Maybe some Subway napkins? Tootsie Roll wrapper? Or a t-shirt size extra small? [no response] Nope. Side of the tent it is. [she leaves]

Beca:
What are we doing here?

Chloe:
We’re bonding! You seem so tense. Do you need a back rub?

Beca:
I’m good. Several body parts are rubbing my back right now.

Chloe:
Beca, I know we’re already close but this retreat will let us discover everything about each other.

Beca:
Is that right?

Chloe:
[moving in closer] You know, one of my regrets in college is that I didn’t do enough experimenting.

Beca:
You’re so weird.

Chloe:
I know.

John:
Hey, everybody, welcome back to “Let’s Talk appella” the portable podcast edition.

Gail:
We are following the story of the embattled Barden Bellas on their road to redemption.

John:
Trying to crawl their way back into the public’s affection. And if they can just hold off showing us any of their genitalia, they may make it to the World Championship.

Gail:
But I can’t unsee it.

John:
Well, there’s a picture of it right here.

Gail:
That cannot be your screensaver, John.

John:
[after the Bellas' performance] Simple, raw, vulnerable, exposed...I’ve been called many things, Gail, but let me add one more. Impressed.

Gail:
Thought you were going to say gay.

Beca Mitchell:
This is gonna sound lame balls, but... When I look back at this -- it won’t be the performing or the competitions that I’ll remember. It’ll be you weirdos. It just makes me sad to think it’s never going to be like this again. I’m really going to miss it.

Fat Amy:
Guys, there’s going to be some haters out there. They are going to look at us -- Team USA -- and wonder why is the most talented one Australian. Well I’m fat so that is close enough. We are going to show them who we are -- a bunch of ethnically diverse, for the most part feminine, amazing singers! Let’s go out there and Ac’ the world!

Riff-Off Host:
You think you're a better lyricist than Sir Mix-a-lot? A man who was knighted by Queen. You know the band Queen?