Bring It On: All or Nothing Page #4

Synopsis: A senior cheerleader is at the peak of her high school career being the captain of the cheer squad and dating the star quarterback of the football team when unexpectedly her family is forced to endure the struggles of being relocated to a somewhat ghetto area. Not being able to fit in, Brittany will have to make a choice, whether to hold on to her old life or give in to her new one?
Genre: Comedy, Sport
Director(s): Steve Rash
Production: Universal Studios Home Video
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
5.7
PG-13
Year:
2006
99 min
4,788 Views


One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

Go on, go on.

One, two, three, four.

Okay. Do it again.

Winnie, can I stop now?

Are you still thinking

about food?

Yes.

Then, no.

Keep running

until you're not hungry.

Why are we practicing

out here? Britney always

had us work out in the gym.

There was a reason for that.

Look, Britney's gone now,

so I'm making some changes.

Starting with the audition.

Britney's routine

will make her immoral.

It's "immortal," Sierra.

It's irrelevant, Amber.

I'm captain now,

so get over it.

I am so

not over it, Winnie.

Watch and learn.

What the...

What are you doing?

Somebody get that girl

a pole.

Yeah, for real.

S-L-U- What does that spell? Winnie!

No, it doesn't.

You know, as captain,

I could kick your ass

off this squad.

And as a black belt,

I could just kick your ass.

Yes, that was...

You guys should...

Wow. Yeah, Winnie.

Winnie, Winnie, Winnie.

Yep.

I actually need

a study partner for

the algebra breast on Friday.

Can you help me out?

Yeah. I'd be happy to.

All right.

I'll swing by later then.

What's up, Amber?

You tell me, Brad.

And this is why

we practice in the gym!

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

What are you doing?

You're not doing it right.

And one, two, three...

Girls, what are you doing?

Camille's not here yet?

No. She left me in charge.

We're supposed to be

practicing the new routine.

What are the boys doing?

I don't know. Goofing around.

They never listen to me.

Come on.

Hey, I said we're

supposed to be practicing.

I'll be right back.

Nobody listens to me.

Am I speaking English here?

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stop it, guys! Violence

never solves anything.

Chill, we're krumping.

What?

Look and learn, Pixie Stick.

There we go, Tyson!

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Yeah. Give it, Jess.

Yeah.

How do you guys move so fast?

I could probably show you

better than I could tell you.

Oh, no, no, no.

I wouldn't know what to do.

It's like street theater.

Improv the anger in you.

I don't have any anger in me.

You're a rich, white girl,

stuck here in

Crenshaw Heights. Please.

You should be

the angriest person in here.

Stop it.

Get mad. Get mad.

Yeah, what?

All right. Yeah, come on.

Yeah, there's that anger.

That's it, that's it,

that's it. Come on. Here.

There you go, there you go.

Come on, get mad. Get mad.

Now, you're tripping.

You better

get your girl, man.

For real. All right, D. Go.

Give it, Jess. Yeah.

All right. That's right,

that's right.

Okay, white girl.

Oh, no!

Quarrel!

Damn.

Guess he brought it to you.

That's right.

That's right.

That boy is fit.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, he's popping his gasket.

You're all right.

Will you guys

quit playing around? We're

supposed to be practicing.

I'm still in charge here,

damn it.

Hey, Leti, if we added

some of this krumping,

it could really get us noticed

by Rihanna.

No. If we change

Camille's choreography,

she'll be pissed.

Yo, Leti. Camille ain't even

here. If you're in charge,

act like it.

Don't tell me what to do.

Come on. Try something new.

Yeah, girl.

We can always change it back.

Yeah, don't be scared.

I'm not scared.

Leti, this could help us win.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on. Get it.

It's good, yeah.

That was great.

That was so good.

Pretty hot.

That was great.

Whose idea was this?

Well,

I came up with the steps.

But we all contributed.

Yeah. It was a group effort.

I had nothing to do with it.

So, do you like it?

Hell, no.

Camille, don't blame them.

It was my idea

to change the routine.

Why?

Because half of the moves

in your routine are illegal.

What are you? A cheer cop?

You can't do that.

No, girl,

you can't do that.

Judges take off points

for vulgarity.

I know the rules.

Then why do you keep

breaking them?

Because the things we do

get us noticed.

Even when we don't win,

they say we're the best.

Wouldn't you rather they say

you were winners?

I mean, come on, Camille,

if we play by the books

and add this krumping,

we can't lose.

Is this the type of sh*t

your old squad pulled on you?

Changing cheers

behind your back?

No.

And if there was one girl

who thought

she could run your squad

better than you could,

what would you

have done to her?

There was.

I should've told her to stop.

And see, that's the difference

between me and you,

white girl.

I'm not telling you.

Now let's practice this

the way it's supposed to be.

See? Y'all should've

listened to me.

Hey, you.

You're late.

Sorry.

I had to study, sweetie.

That's okay. I got some DVDs,

and I thought

we'd just stay in.

Oh, that's the pizza.

Can you get that

while I get the soda?

Yeah.

Hey, large pepperoni,

pineapple?

Yeah, how much?

$14.65.

Dude, you get any action

on this job?

What are you talking about?

You know,

you ever get some ass?

Like in those porn movies.

Deliver a pizza

to some desperate housewife.

Tap that?

That never happens

in real life.

You should try

being the quarterback.

We get ass up the ass.

I mean...

Well, you know what I mean.

Yeah,

I know what you mean.

All right.

Here, you know what?

Keep the change, dude.

Dude, thanks.

That's the least I can do.

Your job sucks. Loser.

Dick.

A**hole.

What happened to you?

I spilled a little.

What were you and Jess...

Guys talking about?

What, the...

Pizza.

What, with the pizza guy?

Yeah.

Oh.

Nothing. No,

I was just giving him

a hard time, that's all.

I heard what you said, Brad.

Britney, I was just

screwing with him, okay?

It was a joke.

Well, it didn't sound

like a joke.

Well, it was, okay?

Now, you better turn

that frown upside down

'cause that's

gonna put wrinkles

in your pretty little head.

And it's gonna look perfect

for when we take pictures

at the homecoming dance.

So, you do realize

you're only one of many squads

auditioning for Rihanna?

Yeah, we know

there's a lot of competition,

but we're ready for them.

Amber, I can't come to school

today, so you can lead

practice. But videotape it.

No excuses, just do it.

Is there anything

that makes your squad

stand out from the others?

Yeah. We better.

And we really, really want

this. Not just for ourselves,

but for our schools.

Well, good luck,

Crenshaw Heights.

Crenshaw Heights?

Hey, turn... Oh, my God!

I'm on TV! I'm on TV!

No way.

Got you,

you little cheer slut.

Come on.

Touch down, Warriors!

Go! Warriors! Crenshaw! Jump!

Are you sure Britney's here?

Positive.

There's so many people here.

How're we going to find her?

Go, Go!

Get up, just get up, get up!

Go, go! Get up, get up!

See? Told you.

No way.

B-R-I-T-N-E-Y

You ain't got no alibi

You're busted.

Hell, yeah. You're busted.

What are you guys doing here?

We came to see you.

Liar.

I wanted to tell you guys.

I just...

But you didn't.

Why not, Britney?

We tell each other everything.

You said

you'd never cheer again.

I know, Sierra,

but it was so hard.

Like seventh grade English

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