Bring It on Again Page #4

I'm okay. Thank you. How about a towel?

Then they motioned into a slot.|That's when I knew the running back...

was gonna do an up-and-under|pattern behind the linebacker.

And he's... You know,|that's... great, really.

Do you mind|if for the next minute...

we talk about something|other than football?

Uh, I'm sorry.|It's my bad. I'm sorry.

Thanks.

So, Tina, um,

tells me you're a "C" cup.

Oh, dude, check out the|brunette. Sweet! Yeah, she's hot.

She was not gonna be|head cheerleader. And...

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Check out|the blond right over there.

Where? Where?|The dude right over there.

What do you mean,|"dude"?

Hey, you know what? The|one with the great legs.!

I bet he could|leg-press a mule.

Oh, man!|What?

Oh, you... You didn't know? Listen.

I got nothin' against|your kind of people.

It's just football rules. I gotta kick|your ass now. That sounds like a party.

You should know, though,|I bench-press 220.

Whatever, dude.|235.

Can we talk? Now? Thank you. Pardon us.

Yo! Dewey!

Okay, let's blow|this joint.

Mon, Mon, Mon. Don't go yet. Whit!

We cheered on national television.|This is our coming-out party.

Blue!

Hey, excuse me. Uh, I'm looking|for a girl named Whittier.

She's about yea tall. She's|blond, super-cute. Well,

look who it is,|smart guy.

Why don't you say|something smart, smart guy?

Yeah, okay. How about something|foreign and exotic like adios.

Hey, don't.|Chill, big guy.!

God!

Besides, there are some good people here|too, and they're here to celebrate us!

Yeah, they want|to celebrate all over us.

Derek!

Hey, Monica.|Hi, hottie.

I didn't think you were|gonna make it. Yeah.

How'd you get past the goon squad?|Guile, cunning, cowardice.

You, scruffy boy.

Out. This party is|exclusivo. No, it's okay.

- He's with me. We're together.|- Who's he?

This is Derek.|He's a D.J.

There are, like, 10,000 hot|varsity football players inside,

and you're snuggling up|to a D.J.?

- How edgy.|- What's wrong with a D.J.?

Honey, oh. There's a logical|order to the college universe,

and the sooner|you learn it, the better.

See, way up here at the top of|the ladder are football players.

Right. They rule.|Just underneath them...

are basketball players... smaller|biceps but still desirable.

Then, soccer hunks,|lacrosse studs,

fraternity presidents...|ohh... fraternity keg-masters,

guys with cars with parking passes,|guys with cars without parking passes...

kind of a waste of time...|Love your dress, Tina.!

Black Student Union activists...|Hey!... Bruce Lee fan clubbers,

lit-mag squares, pep-band|dorks, um, film society toads,

campus ministers,|school mascots...

and then, God,|all the way at the bottom...

are campus D.J.'s.

One spot above cafeteria workers.|Actually,

I work at the cafeteria too. Oh, do you?

Tsk.|That's hopeless.

Listen, Whit. Remember our|little "discush" the other day?

You have to decide,|are you with us...

or are you with him?

I'm sorry.

Derek, I...

Oh, I get it.|Yeah.

- Oops.|- But... I'll call you.!

I can't believe|you just did that!

Oh, she did the right thing.|She stuck with the winners.

Excuse me? You think you're a winner|because you got a bunch of idiots...

up your bomb diggity butt?

Excuse me?

Whittier!

- Are you coming?|- Yeah.

What are you looking at?

What's her problem?|Drama queen.

So Doc says if I sprain my hip-flexor one|more time, I can kiss my herkie good-bye.

Hey, you guys. Hey.

- Greg, can you help me stretch my hamstrings?|- Yeah.

- Look, about the party...|- On your feet.

Practice|has started.

Today we're gonna|work on manners and respect.

Because some of you don't know|how to behave at a team function.

Some of you don't show proper|manners to a head cheerleader.

Some of you don't show respect to|the concept of team unity. Come on.

Oh, good!|Monica.

We'll start with you.

Here we go.|What do you got?

Front handspring round-off,|back handspring toe touch.

Stop the music!

Is that all you got?

And again!

Round-off back handspring,|back tuck.

Music stop!

And again!

Herkie!

Herkie! Herkie! Herkie! Herkie! Herkie!|Herkie! Herkie! Herkie! Herkie! Herkie!

- Herkie! Herkie! Herkie!|No one touch her!

I'm not done yet, Monica!|To be a real cheerleader...

- Tina, give it a rest.|- Not now, Greg!

I said give it a rest!

Okay. All right.

You're right. I should... I|should... I should give it a rest.

- Whittier, call out the steps.|- What, me?

You heard me.|That's what leaders do.

- But Monica...|- Call out the steps.

- Call them out!|- No!

Listen, freshman. I put you in that|uniform, and I can take you right out of it!

Call the steps,|or you're off the team.

Then I'm off the team.|Wh-What?

You heard me. I quit!

I quit too.

That's right.|I quit too.

- Greg, you'll lose your cheerleading scholarship.|- That's right! I'm stayin' here,

but under a cloud of shame.

Tina.

You can have this back because|it's supposed to show team spirit.

It's supposed|to make us feel proud,

but I just feel|guilty and stupid!

So you can have your skirt|and your spankies and your top.

I'm out of here!

I need this to get home. I'll|bring it back when it's dry-cleaned.

Bye, Miss Bomb Diggity.

She'll be back.

She's not coming back!

It's only Whittier.

- Ice cream... Super Fudge Chunk.|- No!

Ice cream!

All right!|Stupid.

Hey.|Hey.

Run.! Run.! All right, take home.!|Take home.!

- Our team sucks!|- Whittier, quit worrying about the game...

and enjoy the sunshine.

- The sun sucks.|- Whittier, don't you know that the sun...

is nature's Prozac? Do you really think|the sun is gonna make me feel better...

about giving up the most|important thing in my life?

No, but I'm out of real Prozac,|so you're gonna have to deal.

I ruined my career|as a cheerleader.

I ruined my relationship with|Derek. I could've had a boyfriend.

I ruined my entire life!

Yeah, I feel better.

- Anyone want to hit the library?|- Ooh, I'll go with.

This place is starting|to weird me out anyway.

Women's softball...|I just don't get it.

Whittier...

- It'll be okay.|- I know. Thank you.

You'll be fine, girl!

- Trust me.|- Come on. Let's go, Stingers.

- Nicejob.|Nice way to take the base.

Batter up.!

Come on, y'all.|Let's hear it.

We got Stinger spirit.

Come on, y'all.|Let's hear it.

We got Stinger spirit.

Come on, y'all.|Let's hear it!

We got Stinger spirit.

Come on, y'all.|Let's hear it.

We got Stinger spirit.

Come on, y'all.|Let's hear it.

We got Stinger spirit.

Come on, y'all. Let's hear|it. We got Stinger spirit.

Come on, y'all.|Let's hear it!

We got Stinger spirit!

Come on, y'all.|Let's hear it!

- What's going on?|- We got Stinger spirit!

Come on, y'all. Let's hear it.

We got Stinger spirit. Come|on, y'all. Let's hear it!

We got Stinger spirit!

Come on, y'all.|Let's hear it.

We got Stinger spirit! Come|on, y'all. Let's hear it.

We got Stinger spirit. Come|on, y'all. Let's hear it.

We got Stinger spirit.!

Yeah.

Yes!

Number one! Number one!

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