Bring It On Page #5
- Shouldn't take long to wash.
I got all afternoon.
I'll bet you do.
Where the hell
is this guy ?
Listen, we're lucky
he's even doing this for us.
[Door Opens]
[ Music Sting ]
[ Electronic Voice ]
Prepare for total domination !
[Echoing]
Domination, domination.
Y'all ready for this
[Music Stops]
[ Scoffs ]
Great.
Thanks for coming.
We're--
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.
Smile.
- 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--
But--
Shh !
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 if you 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.
Lets get back to work !
- [ Towel Snaps ]
Ah !
I want dangerous !
I wanna feel like somebody's
gonna snap their neck!
Spirit fingers !
Give me spirit fingers !
Spirit fingers.
Give me spirit !
Ouch !
What ? I told you
I'd catch you.
Look, I understand
you have underwear
up your ass right now,
but it beats the hell
out of a 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.
Ive 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
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 ?
Yeah.
Alright, alright!
I'm ready to make
a fool of myself.
State regionals,
here we come.
Welcome to the world
of competitive
cheerleading.
[Woman Shouting]
High school divisions,
please check the signs.
If youre not here--
Hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done--
Broncos !
Ready ? Okay!
Some of these uniforms
look so skanky.
Whatever.
They're white trash.
Where do they get them ?
Ohh !
Cutter, I'm 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.
Hi.
We're in trouble.
[Announcer] And now,
at the U. C.A. California regionals,
the East Compton Clovers !
- Yeah, Clovers !
- [Hip-Hop]
I'm standing here
with five-time national
returning champions,
[ Cheering ]
Leading the squad this year
Torrance, one of the things
we've come to expect...
from the Toros over
the last few years is
Can we expect
the same this year?
Well,
I think everyone
goes out there
the same way,
being as prepared
as they can be and
just hoping for the best.
Were just glad
to be back here...
and eager to see
what other squads
have come up with.
[Music Sting]
[Electronic Voice]
Prepare for total domination !
[Echoing]
Domination ! Domination !
Isn't that Sparky ?
Thank you,
Rancho Carne Toros,
and good luck.
[Announcer] And now,
the Mighty Muskrats...
Thanks.
of Mesa Cucamonga !
- Spirit fingers.
Yall ready for this
Keep that
Trojan spirit up !
[ Cheer Continues ]
It's the curse.
What ?
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 !
[Man]
Rancho Carne!
You're up next !
[Announcer] And now,
from San Diego, California,
the five-time
national champions,
Yeah ! Yeah !
[ Cheering ]
I bet this is good.
[Cheering Continues]
[Music Sting]
[Electronic Voice]
Prepare for total domination !
[Echoing]
Domination !
Domination ! Domination !
[Same Music Begins]
Didn't we just
see this routine ?
Yall ready for this
[ Gasping ]
[ Laughing ]
[Music Stops]
- [ Panting ]
- What the f--
[Plastic Bottle
Clattering]
[Announcer]
Ahem.
The Rancho Carne Toros,
ladies and gentlemen.
[Polite Applause]
Go, Toros !
Did they screw up.
That was, um,
interesting.
Nice job !
Y'all shouldve just stuck
with our routines.
- [ Scoffs ]
- Yeah.
- Don't worry. We'll send you
a postcard from nationals.
- Six, seven, eight.
[Announcer]
Next up, the Fighting Beavers
of San Bernardino.
Torrance Shipman ?
Yes.
Tad Freeman, Universal Cheer
Association. We have a problem.
A problem ?
[Freeman] Oh, yes,
a very big problem.
Hey.
I dont know
if you can imagine...
Hey.
the incredible sense of deja vu
I experienced as I was watching
that last routine.
It tends to make me
suspicious--
I wouldnt just now.
What ?
Official cheer business.
Come on. It's me.
Hey, Torrance !
You see, l--
[ Mouthing Words ]
That was smooth.
Real smooth.
I'll see her later.
All righty.
Oh, uh, by the way,
nice spirit fingers.
Yeah.
Well, here's another.
Thanks.
Obviously your Toros
aren't the only squad with
this particular routine.
Does the name
Sparky Polastri
mean anything to you ?
Sparky Polastri ?
Mm-hmm.
Apparently he's been peddling
this same routine up and down
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