Bring It On Page #4
such fine athletes.
Oh, live with it.
You'll be fighting off
defend our sexuality.
What is your sexuality ?
Jan's straight,
while I'm...
controversial.
Are you trying to tell me
you speak fag ?
Oh, fluently.
And Courtney and Whitney--
"dyke-adelic" ?
No !
Are you kidding ?
I don't think so.
Courtney doesn't
wear anything
under her spankies.
That's
no excuse, Jan.
I can't help it
if my digits slip
occasionally.
Nuh-uh. Slip ?
Where ?
Come on, Missy.
Don't make him say it.
Oh, my God.
My God too.
You're
a sick man, Jan.
Now, ladies and gentlemen,
put your hands together
[ Yelling ]
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 !
Who ! Yeah !
Bring it on, baby !
Come on !
Let's hear it !
Go, Toros !
Come on, Toros ! Who !
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 sh*t
occasionally.
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 d*cks anyway.
Mm-hmm.
B*tch !
- Punk !
- [ Yelling ]
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 alright
That's okay
You're gonna pump
our gas someday
- Come on, guys !
Touchdown ! Let's go !
- [ Growls ]
- Nice.
[ Groaning ]
- Fourteen-nothing.
- Go !
Hut !
[ Booing ]
And with 4.:
50leftin the third quarter,
Losers.
it's Costa Mesa 34,
Toros nothing.
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 !
Work !
Knock 'em down,
roll 'em around.
- 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 !
[Applause]
Ohh !
Jan !
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.
[Announcer] Flag on
the play, called against--
you guessed it-- the Toros.
Remember, our next defeat
is scheduled...
for next Friday night at 8.:00.
Lets go, Toros!
[Clapping]
Let's go, Toros !
Lets go, Toros!
[Clapping]
Let's go, Toros !
Let's go, Toros !
Alright!
Were 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 sh*t
But we're the ones
who are down with it
[Crowd Murmuring]
- [ Grunts ]
- I still say we use
the routine we have.
- If we have to
start over, I quit.
- [Horn Blows]
[Announcer]
And thats the game.
Whoever here is
for a new routine,
raise your hand.
Final score.:
Cougars 42,Toros nothing.
Jan's got spirit.
Yes, he do.
Jan's got spirit.
How 'bout you ?
Dude, you just lost.
[Electric Guitar]
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.
Oh, so is your breath.
Oh, my God.
Yeah.
[Electric Guitar Continues]
- What are you doing ?
- Um--
[ Feedback ]
Where's the bathroom ?
- Right there.
- Oh.
[ Continues ]
Good night.
Night.
Are you into my brother ?
No.
I have a boyfriend.
[Phone Ringing]
[Ringing Continues]
Hello.
Tor, is that you ?
Aaron ?
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
gonna do their routine.
Come on, Tor,
you need a new routine.
That's all. No problem.
Just hire a professional
choreographer.
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.
Pen.
Remember nationals last year ?
Knows his sh*t, all right ?
Here's the number.
It's 555-72 1 9.
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 ?
[ Giggles ]
- He says we should hire
a choreographer.
- [Dialing Phone]
[ Man ]
Hello.
Hi. May I please speak
He'll need three or four days
to teach us the routine.
But here's the thing.
It's gonna cost us
$2,000.
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 500.
Okay, then we only need
[Les]
What's up, Whitney ?
Hi.
[Les]
What's up, Whitney ?
Hi.
Here we are at
the Rancho Carne
Toro car wash,
raising a little money.
[Les]
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.
Thats good.
Oh, thats attractive, Tor.
Lookin' good.
Shakin' the booty.
[Rock]
Missy, what the hell
are you doing ?
[ Screaming, Laughing ]
Watch it! Aww!
[ Screaming ]
Dude, don't turn
that camera off!
- Hey, perv.
- [ Screams ]
Hand over your 1 5 bucks
or get out of here.
- What are you doing ?
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.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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