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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jun 10, 2008 20:59:56 GMT -6
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Cheerleaders from opposing team] Cheerleaders: Hey, Toros! / That's right / The red black and white / Guess What / Guess What / You really SUCK! Torrance Shipman: Hey... The Toros Squad: That's all right. That's OK! / You're gonna pump our gas someday! / That's all right. That's OK! / You're gonna pump our gas someday!
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Post by Karina on Jun 10, 2008 21:01:14 GMT -6
"dont be all up in my coolaide if you don't know the flavor"
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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jun 10, 2008 21:05:04 GMT -6
lol thats a good one
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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jun 10, 2008 21:05:36 GMT -6
Sparky: I understand you have underwear up your ass right now, but it beats the hell out of a shattered skull. Think about it.
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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jun 10, 2008 21:06:14 GMT -6
Missy: I don't know what's scarier, neurotic cheerleaders or the pressure to win. I could make a killing selling something like Diet Prozac.
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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jun 10, 2008 21:06:34 GMT -6
Les: Pinch a penny, someone's slacking. Jan: Do I look like a milkmaid 'cause somebody feels like a cow.
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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jun 10, 2008 21:06:50 GMT -6
Theatre Boy: [performing] Give my regards to Broadway, remember me to Harold Square... Courtney: Excuse me! What's... with... the song? Theatre Boy: Isn't this the audition for Pippin? Courtney: [waves finger] No.
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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jun 11, 2008 12:04:30 GMT -6
Rihanna: [flipping a coin] Call it. Sierra: It's a quarter!
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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jun 11, 2008 12:05:10 GMT -6
Leti: [after Britney's audition] Damn... vanilla latte's got skills.
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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jun 11, 2008 12:06:54 GMT -6
Camille: Don't even waste your time, Jesse. She can't hang. Jesse: Camille you don't even know her. Camille: Oh I know her. Miss fancy-fingernails shimme shimme lip-gloss Barbie. She ain't got what it takes to be a Warrior.
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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jun 11, 2008 12:09:32 GMT -6
Britney: Wait a minute. I've told you since day one, add krumping, and you've just... Camille: Are you done yet? Jesse: [Grabs Britney and covers her mouth] . Yes she is. Camille: Good. Now get ya lil white ass over here and show me the steps. Kirresha: What's the matter with her? Leti: I think it's caffeine withdrawal. Coffee's like crack to white people.
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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jun 11, 2008 12:11:03 GMT -6
Britney: Hey Amber. Amber: Hey what? Everybody: Introduce yourself! Amber: No way! Everybody: Introduce yourself! Amber: Ok... 1,2,3,4,5, my name is Amber and I say "hi". 6,7,8,9,10, back it up and meet my friend. Hey Winnie! Winnie: Hey what? Everybody: Introduce yourself! Winnie: No way! Everybody: Introduce yourself. Winnie: Ok. 1,2,3,4,5, my name is Winnie and I say "hi". 6,7,8,9,10, back it up and meet my friend. Hey Britney. Britney: Hey what? Everybody: Introduce yourself! Britney: No way. Everybody: Introduce yourself! Britney: Ok. Sha boo ya, sha sha sha boo ya, roll call. My name is Britney. I cheer so strong. And when I shake it, you better bring it on. Sha boo ya, sha sha sha boo ya, break it down now. Sierra: I'm Sierra! And... [Sierra quits when she realized they've stopped]
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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jun 11, 2008 12:12:53 GMT -6
Amber: S-L-U-T What does that spell? WINNIE! Sierra: [laughs] No it doesn't... Winnie: As cheer captain you know I could kick your ass off the squad. Amber: And as a black belt I could just kick your ass.
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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jun 11, 2008 12:13:50 GMT -6
Sierra: If you leave, who's gonna help me remember my locker combination? Britney: Oh, Sierra. It's your birthday. Sierra: My birthday is April! Britney: Sweetie, your combination is the digits of your birthday. Sierra: Oh! What are digits?
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Post by lokinickfan8467 on Jun 11, 2008 12:14:32 GMT -6
Tyson: Hey, Buffy. Ready to be my baby's momma? [slaps Britney's ass] Jesse: Tyson! Britney: [grabs Tyson's privates] Do it again and I am plucking grapes. Or in your case raisins. Got it? Tyson: [whispers in pain] Yup. Britney: Ok. [Lets go] Tyson: [falls to floor]
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