Bring It on Again Page #3

Was that or was that not|a pop-off?

Settle down, Tina. We were giving|the routine a little flavor,

a little individuality.

A little flavor?|A little individuality?

Missy, you are no longer|an individual.

All right? You are a very|small, little minute part...

of a very big-ass machine!

And that machine has my|name on it. You got it?

- We're sorry.|- Not good enough, Whittier.

Meet me|in my office... 0800.

Is that the address?

She's waiting for you.|Come on, this way.

Tina, I'm really sorry about|what happened in practice.

Shut the door.

Did you know that, um,

- George W. Bush was a cheerleader in college?|- Actually, I did.

Ronald Reagan was also a cheerleader.|So was Dwight D. Eisenhower.

The three greatest presidents|of the last 200 years...

- all cheerleaders.|- Was Ronald Reagan really one of the top three?

Top 40.|My point is this.

From great cheerleaders|come even greater leaders.

You may be a great cheerleader,|Whittier, but you are not a great leader.

I know,|and I'm really trying hard.

See these portraits|on the wall?

A 98-year tradition of|cheerleading excellence at CSC.

Starting back with the remarkable|Margaret Whiting in 1938.

What's she doing?|An arabesque.

You can't tell|under the hoopskirt.

All the way up to the fantastic|Hammersmith dynasty of today.

These are your sisters?|Yep.

They're all part of a grand|legacy with no end in sight.

That last empty frame|right there is reserved...

for the head cheerleader|who will take our place...

our next leader.|Marni.

It could be Marni.

Or it could be Greg.|Whoo.

Or as I've been|thinking lately,

- it could be you.|- Yeah, right.

- I'm serious, Whittier.|- But I completely messed up in practice.

I thought you called me in here|to kick me off the team.

Oh, I haven't|totally ruled that out yet.

I don't know. I just expect|more out of you than the others.

Certainly more than|your friend, Monica.

Monica was just messing around. Wait|till game day. She'll be perfect.

Oh, really? She's gonna be great on|game day? Monica is a sinking ship!

To be a great cheerleader|you have to make sacrifices.

And I suggest|you start with her.

Do you mean|not being friends with her?

'Cause we're roommates.|Listen, sweetie.

Being head cheerleader...

is a privilege you should|very much want.

I mean,

Students have posters|of me on their walls.

They pay hundreds of dollars...

320 to be exact...|just to get my number.

They raffle off the right|to carry my books to class.

It's so silly.

Foreign exchange students|literally...

beg to do my homework...|straight A's.

All this could be yours. You could be|the greatest thing on this campus...

the next me.

- Whoa.|- But I don't know.

It's all a question|of how bad you really want it.

I mean, for starters, you're gonna have|to shine at the home opener this weekend.

Literally millions|will be watching you.

But most importantly,|I will be watching you.

I'm tired now.

Handing out all those towels has|made my arms feel like soggyJell-O.

I'm too tired to point out|how dumb that sounds.

Hey, guys.

Hey, Britney Spaz.|Why are you so happy?

Didn't Tina just rip you|a new... I can't say what.

Actually... and, ladies,|please keep this a secret,

Tina told me that|if I work really hard...

and I play my cards right,

I could become|head cheerleader.

- Congratulations, Whittier!|- Yeah, that's great!

You're not bummed are you? No. I|don't want to be head cheerleader.

I'm just flossin' my moves until I make|it as a dancer on J. Lo's next tour.

I've been meaning to talk|to you about that. What?

Tina made a lot of sense|in practice the other day.

There is a big difference between|individual dance moves and... Oh, my gosh!

What?

There's over 680 calories in that. Not|to mention 35 grams of saturated fat.

That must've been a real special|talk you had with Tina back there.

Too bad yourJedi mind tricks couldn't|fend off the dark side of the force.

Monica, if you want to be|the bomb diggity,

you have got to act|like the bomb diggity,

and Tina is the bomb diggity!

Did she just say, "bomb diggity"|three times in one sentence?

Your halftime score is|Stingers, 17. Willowcrest, nine.

No, I'm serious. We're the ones|with all the pressure.

Pressure? No, girly, you don't|know what real pressure is!

You see, I got to|go out there first. Just me.

Solo. And if these 50,000 people|don't buy into the whole illusion...

of who I am|and what I represent,

you guys are toast!

Aren't you just a big bug?|Correction! I am a hunting wasp...

of the order hymenoptera, with|a deadly venomous ovipositor!

Do you know what that is?|Well, I'll tell ya!

It's a deadly|stinger, b*tch!

Bug!

Stay in the zone, Sammy.|You stay in the zone.

Chest out! Ponytail, no. Up-do, yes.

Sweetie, no double earrings. You're a|State cheerleader, not a State hooker.

Go, go, go, Stingers

Go-go, go-go-go|Uh-oh, the Stingers

Remember, Whit.|Head cheerleader.

What do you mean|"head cheerleader"?

I'm the next head cheerleader. I am!

Focus on the performance. I am|not gonna focus on the performance!

Focus! No, I'm not gonna focus! I won't!

I don't mean that. Please don't|hate me! Tina, please don't hate me!

Hey, I don't hate you, Marni. Shut up!

Sammy

Here comes Sammy |Ladies and gentlemen,

we ask you to turn your|attention to the multi-champion...

Show time. Stinger cheerleaders and|their "Stingtacular"halftime show.!

Yeah!|Come on! Let's go!

Let's get it on, Stingers!|Number one!

Number one! Yeah!

Ladies and gentlemen,|say hello to Sammy Stinger...

and your Stinger cheerleaders.!

Let's go, Stingers!|Whoa!

Hit it.!

Let's go, Stingers!

Stingers!

Let's go, Stingers!

- Let's go, Stingers!|Ohh! Ho-ho!

Go back! Go back!|Let's see it again!

Go, Stingers!

- One more time.|One more time.

Tina, she's here.

Hey, baby.|Way to go, Whittier.!

Hey, Whittier.!

Hi.|Whittier, right?

Jackson. Senior, with|the Boxster out front?

I was wondering if... We just|saw the video, and we were like,

"That is the shizzle,"|and we... Okay, okay, okay.

You two, hands off. This|is my party, my cheerleader.

So, great facial|on TV today.

Sticking your tongue out on|camera, totally inspired.

You think? O.M. G, it was T.D.F., F.Y.I.

Whittier, this is Todd.|Starting wide receiver, 6'1 ",

3.2 G.P.A.,|runs a 4.6 forty.

4.5 forty.

How ya doin'?|Uh, good.

And it just doesn't happen. He said|he was a good listener. Hi, Marni.

Would you like an appetizer?|But he wasn't a good listener.

Here.|How about a towel?

I'm sorry!

Sorry. Would you|like an appetizer?

This is why I go to the trouble|ofhosting all these parties.

So guys like you can|mingle with girls like you.

So mingle.|Blaine!

Eh, really nice|touchdown catch today.

Homeboy didn't want to play|the rest of the game.

Got taken off on a stretcher. The|quarterback's all staring at me.

I'm like, "Oh, boy, I'm gonna hit you so|hard, your mama's gonna feel it!" Right?

We broke from the huddle... Hi,|Whittier. Would you like an appetizer?

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