Clare Kramer: Courtney

Bring It On

Courtney

[first lines]
Big Red: I'm sexy, I'm cute, / I'm popular to boot.
Big Red, Whitney, Courtney, Darcy, Carver, Kasey, Torrance Shipman: I'm bitchin', great hair, / The boys all love to stare, / I'm wanted, I'm hot, / I'm everything you're not, / I'm pretty, I'm cool, / I dominate this school, / Who am I? Just guess, / Guys wanna touch my chest, / I'm rockin', I smile, / And many think I'm vile, / I'm flyin', I jump, / You can look but don't you hump, / Whoo / I'm major, I roar, / I swear I'm not a whore, / We cheer and we lead, / We act like we're on speed, / Hate us 'cause we're beautiful, / Well we don't like you either, / We're cheerleaders, / We are cheerleaders. /Roll call...
Big Red: Call me Big Red.
Whitney: I'm W-W-Whitney.
Courtney: C-C-C-C-Courtney.
[Courtney makes cat snarl]
Darcy: Dude, it's Darcy.
Carver: I'm big bad Carver. Yeah!
Kasey: Just call me Kasey!
Big Red: I'm... still Big Red, / I sizzle, I scorch, / But now I pass the torch, / The ballots are in, / And one girl has to win, / She's perky, she's fun, / And now she's number one, / K-K-Kick it Torrance, / T-T-T-Torrance!
Torrance Shipman: I'm strong and I'm loud, / I'm gonna make you proud, / I'm T-T-T-Torrance, / Your captain Torrance.
Whitney, Courtney, Darcy, Carver, Kasey, Torrance Shipman, Jan, Les: Let's go Toros. /We are the Toros, / The Mighty Mighty Toros, / We're so terrific, / We must be Toros.

Courtney: Can she yell?
Torrance Shipman: We'll try an oldie.
[Torrance tests a standard cheer on her]
Torrance Shipman: Awesome, oh wow! Like, totally freak me out! I mean, right on! The Toros sure are number one!
Missy: [cheering] I transferred from Los Angeles, your school has no gymnastics team, this is a last resort!
[back to normal tone]
Missy: OK, so I've never cheered before. So what? How about something that actually requires neurons?

Courtney: Why does everyone have to go on a diet?
Sparky: Because! In cheerleading we throw people into the air. And fat people don't go as high.

Cheerleaders: [Cheerleaders from opposing team] Hey, Toros! / That's right / The red black and white / Guess What / Guess What / You really SUCK!
Torrance Shipman: Hey...
Torrance Shipman, Courtney, Whitney, Kasey, Darcy, Missy, Jan, Les: 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!

Torrance Shipman: Courtney, this is not a democracy, it's a cheerocracy. I'm sorry, but I'm overruling you.
Courtney: You are being a cheer-tator Torrance and a pain in my ass!

Whitney: [Courtney and Whitney notice Torrance flirting with Cliff] Oh, don't play dumb. We're better at it then you.
Courtney: You were having cheer-sex with him!

Courtney: Darcy thinks she should get captain 'cause her dad pays for everything.
Whitney: He should use some of that money to buy her a clue.

Courtney: Tell me we're not actually continuing the masquerade and having try-outs. Let's cut the crap and pick somebody now! Whitney's little sister Jamie is really teeny. She'll be easy to toss, and she doesn't give lip.
Jan: Just tongue.
Whitney: Kiss my ass, Jan!
Jan: I'd love to.

Torrance Shipman: We should get Big Red a gift. Or at least someone should say something.
Courtney: Pass!
Whitney: Good riddance. I don't believe in osmosis.
Torrance Shipman: I'm not brown-nosing! She's the departing captain; she did a lot for this squad.
[Courtney and Whitney both give her looks]
Torrance Shipman: Oh, come on, both of you sucked before she whipped you into shape.
Courtney: Oh, whipped? Is that what that was?
Whitney: No one will miss Big Red, Torr. She puts the 'itch' in bitch.
Courtney: She puts the 'whore' in horrifying.
Torrance Shipman: You know, it's her last practice; how would you feel?
Courtney: Big Red has no feelings!
Whitney: Just testicles.

Missy: [the squad is arguing about whether or not to stick with the Clovers' routine] You people are unbelievable! I mean, we're talking about cheating, here!
Courtney: Sorry, new girl, but *nobody* hit your buzzer!

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.

Courtney: I hate to be predictable, but I don't give a shit! We learned that routine fair and square. We logged the man-hours. Don't punish the squad for Big Red's mistake. This isn't about cheating. This is about winning. Everyone in favor of winning?

Courtney, Whitney, Darcy, Kasey, Missy, Torrance Shipman: [Cheering at the game] Aaaaaaalllll right! We're 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. Aww...
Isis, Lava, Jenelope, Lafred, Courtney, Whitney, Darcy, Kasey, Missy, Torrance Shipman: [Clovers join in, humiliating the Toros] 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!
Courtney, Whitney, Darcy, Kasey, Missy, Torrance Shipman: Go Toros! Go Toros! Go, go, go Toros!
Isis, Lava, Jenelope, Lafred: Go Clovers! Go Clovers! Go, go, go Clovers!
Isis, Lava, Jenelope, Lafred, Courtney, Whitney, Darcy, Kasey, Missy, Torrance Shipman: 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!
Isis, Lava, Jenelope, Lafred: Tried to steal our bit, but you look like shit! But we're the ones who are down with it!