All language subtitles for Bring It On All or Nothing (2006)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

JOJO: Oh, do we have a party
going on here or what?

People, this is how we do
this, this is how we do it!

Now it's time for the moment
we've all been waiting for.

For homecoming king,
the winner by a landslide,

our star quarterback and
All-American candidate, Brad Warner.

(EXCLAIMING)

JOJO: Crown, please.

Looking good, looking good.

And now, by a unanimous vote,

homecoming queen, valedictorian,
senior class president

and captain of the Pirate
cheerleaders, Britney Allen!

MALE STUDENT: She's so hot!

Congratulations.

Britney, do you have anything
you'd like to say?

Yes, I would. Go Pirates!

Five, six, seven, eight...

(SINGING) Go, go, go
Go ye mighty Pirates!

Fight, fight, fight
Fight ye mighty Pirates!

Win, win, win
Win ye mighty Pirates!

Go! Fight! Win!

I'd like to see her naked.

Roll call

I'm Winnie

Brianna

Sierra

Amber

And everyone knows
that I'm Britney!

Britney thinks that she's so hot

'Cause she got
the captain's spot

Hey, I won that fair and square I
lost ten pounds and dyed my hair

We really made a big mistake

Don't you think
her boobs look fake?

I swear
that this is my real chest

My right is bigger than my left

That's true.

We don't know
just why we chose her

Look at her, she's such a poser

I'll prove to you that I'm legit
I'll work hard and never quit

Not, not, not Not gonna happen!

You, you, you suck
at being captain!

Brit, Brit, Brit,
your cheering is for shit

Not you, Brit
They're not your real tits

GIRL: You suck, Britney!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

CHEERLEADERS: Go, Pirates!

Yeah!

(FARTING)

STUDENT: Gross.

Britney Allen just farted.

TEACHER: Britney.

Britney.

TEACHER: Britney Allen.

I did not fart!

Thank you for sharing.

Gloss check.

Soy cheese!

(CLICKING)

Oh, my God.
I have circles under my eyes.

I look so old.
I could pass for 23.

You got plenty of sleep
in class.

Well, that's because I was up all
night working on new cheers.

You've managed to maintain a C
average and work on new cheers?

You're such an over-achiever.

AMBER: Yeah, Britney,
we already win everything.

Amber, it's not enough to win. I
want to go down in cheer history.

You already did. You made captain,
and nobody can take that from you.

Not even me.
Majority rules, remember?

Oh, not the vote thing again.

You don't honestly
expect me to apologize

for winning captain
over you, do you?

Of course not.

Besides, it's not the first
time that Winnie's lost to you.

Or the second, or third, or fourth...
Oh, we get it.

Then get over it, Winnie.
I'm so over it.

Can we not do this now?

You're right.
It's old news.

And as your BFF...

Oh, if we're speaking in IM, you're
more like a BFH. Bitch from hell.

MYOB.
BMA.

WTF, guys?

(BEVERLY HILLS PLAYING)

Thanks.

Half caf, no whip, no foam.
Thanks, guys. Thank you.

Hey, baby.
Hey.

Can I have some?
Sure.

No, no, no.
I didn't mean the coffee.

Stop it, you're embarrassing me.
What? What?

Then I shouldn't do this,
should I?

Brad is so hot.

Again, he's Britney's boyfriend.
Get over it, Winnie.

I'm so not over it, Amber.

Brad, stop it.
People are staring.

What? Sweetie, sweetie, you sound like...
You sound like such a virgin.

I am a virgin.

(MUFFLED MOANING)

I'm a quarterback, babe,
people expect me to score.

Well, I want my first time
to be special.

I am special.

Well, I mean,
we have to be special.

I don't want to be
like those other girls.

What, those other... Like what?
Audrey, Shannon, Lisa...

Yes. Those other girls.

Look, babe, you're nothing
like those girls.

Well, prove it.

If you can show me
your commitment

by the homecoming dance,
then maybe.

Yes! No, no.
What? Two months?

That two months is too long.
That's two months too long.

No, come on, don't make
me wait that long, Brit.

Brad, you've been waiting
for me since ninth grade.

Two months won't kill you.

All right, fine.

But at homecoming, it's on.

Oh, it is so on.

(LET'S MOVE PLAYING)

CHEERLEADERS: Go, Pirates!

Cradle.

Good job, guys.
Let's do that one more time.

Oh, come on, Brit. I could
do that routine in my sleep.

Sometimes I walk in my sleep. I
wonder if I can cheer in my sleep.

(SNORES)

Wow! It worked.

Let's take a break.

Got you, buddy.

If ever there was an argument for
bulimia, it's Brianna's ass.

AMBER: Give her a break.

You're the only one who wants
a butt like an Olsen twin.

Amber alert. Pacific Vista has
never had a fat cheerleader.

Well, Brianna's
the best on the squad.

So she gained a little weight
over the summer.

She doesn't look that bad.

Are you kidding me? The girl's a cow.
You have to talk to her.

Britney, you don't have to
say anything. It's your squad.

Brit, if you don't say
something to her, I will.

Okay, fine, but after practice.

Why wait? Hey, Brianna.

Britney has something
she wants to tell you.

No, Winnie,
not in front of everyone.

AMBER: Yeah, Winnie,
that's so rude.

Hi.
Hi.

Hey, what's up?

Your weight, Brianna.

No, it's not. I weigh just a
couple pounds more than last year.

And that was pushing it.

I didn't realize.

Well, look,
just lay off the snacks

and with the extra workouts, the
weight should come right off.

What if it doesn't?

Put it this way. Pacific Vista's
never had a fat cheerleader.

Wow, Brit.

Why didn't you
just rip out her belly ring?

That would've been less painful.

Don't worry. That's exactly
how I would have handled it.

(S.O.S. PLAYING)

Yeah, totally.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

MAN: (ON RADIO) There it was, another
number-one hit from Rihanna.

Now, attention
all high school cheerleaders,

Rihanna is hosting an audition
for her TV special.

So, if you think you have
what it takes, pay attention.

You can download the contest rules
right now on CingularSource.com.

Now, with more hits, brace yourself,
here they come, KXKB SoCal...

Hi, Mommy.
PAM: Hey.

Guess what? We're going
to be on television.

What?
Yes.

Oh, hi, Daddy.
Oh, hey, princess.

What're you doing home?

How was school?
School was school.

And how was practice?

Great as usual. The squad
loves my new routine.

And plus, we're auditioning
for a TV show.

Oh, Britney, honey,
that sounds fantastic.

Did you hear that, Tim?
Yes, Pam.

TV.
I heard.

This is going to be a little
more difficult than I thought.

What's wrong?

Britney,
your father lost his job.

And we're gonna have to
take a pay cut.

The company's relocating
to Crenshaw Heights.

Oh, Daddy, you'll have
such a long commute.

No, I won't, Britney. We are
moving to Crenshaw Heights.

I'm really
going to miss you guys.

I said, we are all moving

to Crenshaw Heights.

Are you insane?
I just made captain!

Honey, it's still early in the year.
You'll just transfer to another school.

Honey, you're smart,
you're pretty, you're blonde.

You'll make plenty of friends.
It'll be fine.

Yeah, fine for you guys.
You're old. Your life is over.

I am a senior,
my boyfriend's a quarterback

and I'm a cheerleader, damn it!

If you leave, who's gonna help me
remember my locker combination?

Oh, Sierra, it's your birthday.

My birthday is April.

Sweetie, your combination is
the digits of your birthday.

Oh!

What are digits?

We're really going to
miss you, Britney. MYA.

I miss you already, too.

Oh, guys. I'm gonna MYSM.

D-A-M-N.

Sierra, you're not speaking M.
You're just spelling.

Oh, well then, S-H-l-T.

Come here, I love you.

You know, Crenshaw Heights is only an
hour away. We can still be friends.

Yeah, but we can't enter the
audition without a captain.

Actually, we have a captain.
Me.

Get over yourself, Winnie.

No, she's right.

Spirit law states that if the head
cheerleader has to step down,

the next cheerleader with the
highest amount of votes is captain.

Thank you. And I promise I'll
use everything you taught me.

Wait, wait. Babe, you're not going
to be a cheerleader anymore?

I can't. I have put my heart
and soul into this squad.

Cheering with anyone else
would just make me...

A cheer whore.

Exactly.

My cheer days are over.

You have to swear.

Swear to us that you're
never going to cheer again.

Brit, you don't have to do this.

I swear.

Let's make it official.

ALL: "Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust."

"Now you're not a cheerleader...
I can't do this."

"...That must really suck."

Brit.

(BRITNEY GROANING)

This is a sad, cheerless day.

I know.
Those poor dead pom-poms.

Put them back.
No!

Leave her alone.
She's screwing up everything.

No!
This is stupid.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Please let me keep my pom-poms
and I swear,

as God is my witness, I will never
do another toe-touch again!

(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(ALL CHEERING)

(HOW COOL IS THAT PLAYING)

STUDENT: She lost.
She's definitely lost.

STUDENT 1: Damn.
STUDENT 2: For real.

(BELL RINGING)

OMG.

Yo, Camille. You gotta check
out this CD I just burned.

Some of this shit ain't even out yet.
That's hot.

We gonna set it off this year.
Okay.

Hey, y'all should see the krump
moves I've been working on for us.

Jesse, it's cute
you trying to be

into choreography and stuff,
but I got this.

You just stick to finding us
the beats, all right, boo?

All right, cool. But one day,
you'll come begging for what I got.

Shoot, I'm begging now.
Hook a sister up.

Kirresha.
KIRRESHA: What?

You are too hot to beg.

I know, but he just so fine, I'm
willing to make an exception.

Don't tease me, mami.
Me gustan las chicas grandes.

I don't know what you said,
but me gustan, too, baby.

He said he likes big girls.

Now, why come when you say it,
it don't sound cute at all?

Look, he's the one
who said it, all right?

Don't hate 'cause he on me.

Tyson!
Damn, Camille.

Look, you put it out there, and
I'm just showing my appreciation.

KIRRESHA: You stupid.
CAMILLE: Grow up.

Love you, too.
LETl: So immature.

What's up?
Hey.

Looks like we finally about
to get some snow on campus.

Look y'all. Mall baby must've
got separated from her mother.

KIRRESHA:
What's she doing here?

I don't know.
This ain't the OC.

Maybe she's lost.

(GASPING)

Hey!

Yo, Pop-Tart,
you got any black in you?

No.

You want some?

Oh, no, you didn't!
Come on, man.

OMG.
Look what you did.

Well, it's not like it's real.

For real?
Say what?

And how would you know?

Because this one is real.

Oh, that's nice.
Can I touch that?

My mama bought me this purse.

Oh, your mama.
For sure. Yeah, yeah.

Well, your mother must shop
at the swap meets

because that knock-off sucks.

Oh, I know you didn't
just talk about my mama.

KIRRESHA, hold my shit. Take it.
Oh, wait a second. Hold on...

LETI: Camille.
What?

Don't do this. You're
gonna get suspended. So?

You think I'm gonna let this
little Barbie-looking heifer

come up here
and talk about my mama?

Heifer?

Did you just call me fat? And I did
not just talk about your mama.

FYI, you did.

You speak IM? NFW!

Oh, no. This girl didn't
called you the N word.

Oh!
CAMILLE: Take them.

I would never.

Some of my best friends live
next door to black people.

(BELL RINGING)

Oh, hell, no. Camille, come on.
We gonna be late to class.

Yeah, she right, girl. We better go.
I ain't trying to get detention.

Count your blessings, white girl,
'cause you just got lucky.

Cut you.

I feel scared, maybe a little nauseous,
but I definitely don't feel lucky.

(BEEPING)

Oh, hold on, now.

What is this, LAX?

I have my ears pierced.

Hello, Sherlock.
Another piercing.

They're my keys, you perv.

Would you give the girl her bags?
Thank you.

Hey, what's wrong with you?

STUDENT: Come on, man.

(SHUSHING)

Is this English?
Are you Mrs. Webster?

It is, I am, and you're late.

Well, I was going through
airport security.

Class, meet Britney Allen. She's a
transfer from Pacific Vista High.

MALE STUDENT: Hi, Britney.
Hi.

She's one of those PV bitches.
Mendiga gringa.

Well, Miss Allen, have a
seat and copy the board.

You want me to copy all of that?

Can't you just give it to me
in, like, a book?

(STUDENTS CHUCKLING)

Unfortunately, we don't have
enough books for everybody,

and I'd hate to single you out
by giving you one of your own.

We wouldn't want
the other students to think

that you are more important
than they are, now, would we?

No.

Good guess.

(GASPING) I know!

You can e-mail it to me.

(STUDENTS CHUCKLING)

You think if we don't have
books, we would have computers?

I'm glad you have a sense of humor.
Now find a seat.

MAN: (ON PA) Good morning,
Crenshaw Heights...

Excuse me.

...just a few announcements today.
Excuse me.

Coach Carter extends the
Warriors' invitation to our...

Excuse me.
Excuse me?

What the hell?
Get your ass out of my face.

Mrs. Webster, Parole Officer
Don needs a deposition

from you regarding
yesterday's lockdown.

Please come to the administration
office as soon as possible.

Class, I'll be right back.

Thank you, and learn today.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(MIMICKING BRITNEY) "Can't you just,
like, give it to me in a book"

"and then my servants
can learn it for me?"

"And then I could spend, like,
all day brushing my hair."

Do you have any organic greens?

Yummy.

CAMILLE: Hey, yo.
Check this out.

We got some new shit for y'all.

Here we go now!

(SCATTING)

Roll call!

My name is Leti Yeah

I like to party Yeah

And when I shake it Yeah

The boys say, "Ai, mami"

(GIRLS SCATTING)

Roll call!

My name, Camille Yeah

Give you three wishes Yeah

To see me shake it Yeah

'Cause I'm delicious

(STUDENTS CHEERING)

Roll call!

My name, KIRRESHA Yeah

Get out my face Yeah

And when I shake it Yeah

It's like an earthquake

Don't forget, everybody,
pep rally after school, right?

Enjoy the show, white girl?

I didn't know
you were a cheerleader.

I'm the cheerleader.
I'm captain.

So? I was captain
at my old school.

And now you go to my school.

So, I guess that makes you...

Nothing.

(SNICKERING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Britney. Hey, Britney.

We can't wait to see you
at the homecoming dance.

Send us a message.
Hey, how's your new school?

Don't join a gang.
At least, not the first day.

ALL: Bye!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, guys.
Britney sent a video.

(INDISTINCT SOBBING)

Tears of joy.
She's so happy.

(MOANING)

Oh, shit. My bad, shorty.

Don't touch me.

So, you just gonna lay there?

I don't see how my day
could get any worse.

Tough first day?

I've been there.

Are you new, too?

No, I transferred my sophomore year.
But, man, was that hard.

When did it get easier?

Last Thursday.

Great.

I was joking.

(BELL RINGING)

What's your name?

Britney.
Jesse.

I guess I should get up now.

Unless you want footprints
on your forehead.

Thanks.
You're welcome.

Weren't you headed...

That way. Yeah.

(WHAT'S UP DOC?
- CAN WE ROCK? PLAYING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Yeah!

FEMALE ANNOUNCER: Cheerleading tryouts
tomorrow after school in the north gym.

Now, your Warriors JV team!

Damn, you must really be into me
to be following me around all day.

I didn't know
you were a cheerleader.

It's not usually the first
thing I tell a girl. Why not?

'Cause the cute ones don't
really go for queerleaders.

I'm a cheerleader, too.

Well, I was.
I know.

How?

'Cause your biceps
are as hard as a rock.

You got a little bit of a turn-out,
but too many muscles for a dancer,

so it's gymnast or cheerleader.

You've been watching me.

You got a nice ass, too.
You coming to tryouts?

No. I can never cheer again.

Why not?

Because I swore that I...

It's complicated. Don't even
waste your time, Jesse.

She can't hang.

Camille,
you don't even know her.

Oh, I know her.

Miss fancy-fingernails-
shimmy-shimmy lip-gloss-Barbie.

She don't got what it takes
to be a Warrior.

Look, my old squad would have
made yours look like newbies.

Prove it.

Yeah, show us what you got.

Or what she don't got.

And if I make the squad?

Not likely.

Not interested.

Keep fronting, white girl.
You ain't fooling nobody.

CAMILLE: So,

all of y'all think y'all good
enough to be cheerleaders.

That's funny.

Well, unless you can do this...

GIRL: Come on, Leti!

CAMILLE: Don't waste our time.

And if you can't do this...

Get them, KIRRESHA.

CAMILLE: Then why
are you still here?

And don't you think
you're gonna be able to get by

without being able to do this.

GIRL: Come on, boys.

Let's go, Jesse.

(ALL CHEERING)

Bye-bye.

CAMILLE: Or this...

That's right. That's right.

CAMILLE: Oh, now you see what it
takes to really be a Warrior.

This is more like it. Now, pay attention,
'cause I'm only gonna say this once.

(EXHALING)

Now you can start.

CAMILLE: All right,
this is how it's going down.

I'm gonna do a routine and
I'll do it a couple of times.

But if you can't keep up,
you're cut.

Now, if anybody survives, then we'll decide
if you're good enough to be a Warrior.

Y'all got that?

All right, follow me.

Five, six, seven, eight.

One and two and three and four,
five, six, seven, eight.

One and two and three and four,
five, six... Watch those feet.

One and two and three and four,
five, six, seven, eight.

One and two and three and four,
five, six, seven... Let's try it.

One and two and three and four,
five, six, seven... Let's go.

One and two and three
and four, five, six...

You can't keep up, white girl?

One, two, three, four,
five, six... Last time.

One and two and three and four,
five, six, seven, eight.

One and two and three and
four, One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.
Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four.

That's the best you got?

Damn, vanilla latte got skills.

Yeah, you've gotta put her on our squad.
She was not that good.

Girl, don't even trip,
you know she was on point.

Why are you fronting like that?
You know she's was the business.

CAMILLE: All right, you what?
Y'all need to chill.

Hey, Barbie.

It's Britney.
Whoever.

You get to call yourself
a cheerleader again.

LDTS.

No thanks.

You know, there are a hundred girls
who would kill for this spot?

Good. Then you don't need me.

See you.

(RICH GIRL PLAYING)

Girl, we need her.

We got to fill that spot,
Camille.

I said, no. So did she.

KIRRESHA: Reality check, Camille. She's the
only one with enough cheer experience.

Powderpuff is as good as any of us.
Word.

Y'all, she's rude. Conceited.

And she think she all that.

Name one cheerleader
who doesn't.

Do it for the squad.

What the hell? She's already
acting like a Warrior.

Look, we both know you don't
have any place to fit in here,

except for the squad.

What, are you cheer pimping now?

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm not a cheer whore.

You're not a cheerleader,
either.

If you were,
you'd have to cheer.

'Cause I hear PV is a
cheer-or-die type of squad.

Huh, and your squad
couldn't touch us.

Us?

You don't cheer for them
anymore.

The way I see it,
you got two choices here.

Either be at our practice,

or bitch from the bleachers
by yourself.

(SIGHS)

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Rihanna TV special

brought to you by
Teen People magazine,

so you cheerleaders
get those routines...

(GASPING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

Hey, how'd it go?

Did you join the squad?

They hate me.

Oh, they don't hate you.

And I promised my friends that
I would never cheer again.

Well, what kind of friends would ask
you to quit something that you love?

You don't understand.

Britney, honey, we can never give
up cheering, not completely.

I cheer for your daddy
every night.

Okay, you didn't need to hear that.
But I also cheer for you.

I even cheer
for myself sometimes.

Spirit is what makes life fun
even when it isn't.

And there's only
one question here.

Do you love cheerleading?

Yes.

Yes. Well, then,
do what's right for you.

And your real friends will just
be happy that you're happy.

Now come and help Mommy unpack.

(SCREAMING)

But our routines are choreographed
for 10 girls, not nine.

And we gonna make it eight
if you don't stop whining.

Don't be getting mad at me because
that chica Blanca turned you down.

Hey, Frosted Flake in the house.

Hey, Buffy. Ready to be
my baby's mama?

(GASPS)
Tyson.

Do it again,
and I'm plucking grapes.

Or in your case, raisins.
Got it?

(SQUEAKS) Yeah.
Okay.

Okay.

Damn, Tyson, that's what
your nasty ass gets.

Hi, I'm KIRRESHA.

Hi, I'm... Oh, girl,
I know who you are.

You was killing at the tryouts
the other day.

When I saw you, I was like,

"Damn. That girl know how
to cheer her butt off."

What little butt you do have.

We need to fatten you up
just a little bit, baby.

Have you ever had
fried Twinkies?

Fried Twinkies?

So, what made you
change your mind?

Oh, I figured if I was cheering,
this place might suck a little less.

I love your school spirit.
Everybody, this is Britney.

What?

Oh, nothing. I'm just
surprised you know my name.

I was expecting you to
introduce me as White Girl.

Oh? Well, my bad.

Everybody, this white
girl's name is Britney.

You happy?

Ecstatic.

Good. Now we can get started.

ALL: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(ALL SINGING)

Say check it out

Say what?

Warriors is our name

And cheering is our game

We've got winning
on our mind And...

(ALL WHOOP)

We're mighty fine

MALE CHEERLEADER: Yeah.
See, that was good.

I can't hear y'all. Again.

Warriors is our name

And cheering is our game

We've got winning
on our mind And...

(ALL WHOOP)

We're mighty fine

Say what?

(ALL WHOOP)

We're mighty fine

Crenshaw Heights!

Britney Cheers, what was that?

(STUDENTS GIGGLING)

Spirit fingers.

Everybody does spirit fingers.

I've got a spirit finger
for you.

Oh, so you're the only one
who can contribute ideas?

That's right.

This is not a cheer-ocracy. And
there's room for one captain only.

You understand that?

Whatever.

All right, we need to work on
these stunts for this audition.

What audition?

The Rihanna TV special.

We need them computers.

You can visit my website,
Cheerwhore.com.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight. Go on, go on.

One, two, three, four.

Okay. Do it again.

Winnie, can I stop now?

Are you still thinking
about food?

Yes.

Then, no.

Keep running
until you're not hungry.

Why are we practicing out here? Britney
always had us work out in the gym.

There was a reason for that.

Look, Britney's gone now,
so I'm making some changes.

Starting with the audition.

Britney's routine
will make her immoral.

It's "immortal," Sierra.

It's irrelevant, Amber.

I'm captain now, so get over it.

AMBER: I am so
not over it, Winnie.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Watch and learn.

GIRL: What the...
What are you doing?

Somebody get that girl a pole.

GIRL: Yeah, for real.

(SINGING)
S-L-U-T

What does that spell?
Winnie!

No, it doesn't.

You know, as captain, I could
kick your ass off this squad.

And as a black belt,
I could just kick your ass.

(BRAD CLAPPING)

Yes, that was...
You guys should...

Wow. Yeah, Winnie.
Winnie, Winnie, Winnie.

Yep.

I actually need a study partner
for the algebra breast on Friday.

Can you help me out?

Yeah. I'd be happy to.

All right.
I'll swing by later then.

What's up, Amber?

You tell me, Brad.

(GIRL SCREAMING)

AMBER: And this is why
we practice in the gym!

Go, go, go!
Go, go, go!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

What are you doing?
You're not doing it right.

LETI: And one, two, three...

Girls, what are you doing?
Camille's not here yet?

No. She left me in charge.

We're supposed to be
practicing the new routine.

What are the boys doing?

I don't know. Goofing around.
They never listen to me. Come on.

Hey, I said we're
supposed to be practicing.

I'll be right back.

Nobody listens to me.
Am I speaking English here?

(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

Go, go, go!
Go, go, go!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stop it, guys! Violence
never solves anything.

Chill, we're krumping.

What?

Look and learn, Pixie Stick.

MALE CHEERLEADER:
There we go, Tyson!

Go, go, go!
Go, go, go!

Yeah. Give it, Jess.

Yeah.

How do you guys move so fast?

I could probably show you
better than I could tell you.

Oh, no, no, no.
I wouldn't know what to do.

It's like street theater.
Improv the anger in you.

I don't have any anger in me.

You're a rich, white girl, stuck
here in Crenshaw Heights. Please.

You should be
the angriest person in here.

(GRUNTS)

Stop it.
Get mad. Get mad.

Yeah, what?

All right. Yeah, come on.

Yeah, there's that anger.

That's it, that's it,
that's it. Come on. Here.

There you go, there you go.

Come on, get mad. Get mad.
Now, you're tripping.

TYSON: You better
get your girl, man.

For real. All right, D. Go.

Give it, Jess. Yeah.

All right. That's right,
that's right.

Okay, white girl.

MALE CHEERLEADER: Oh, no!
Quarrel!

MALE CHEERLEADER: Damn.
Guess he brought it to you.

TYSON: That's right.
That's right.

That boy is fit.
TYSON: Oh, yeah?

Yeah, he's popping his gasket.

You're all right.

Will you guys quit playing around?
We're supposed to be practicing.

I'm still in charge here,
damn it.

Hey, Leti, if we added
some of this krumping,

it could really get us noticed
by Rihanna.

No. if we change Camille's
choreography, she'll be pissed.

Yo, Leti. Camille ain't even here.
If you're in charge, act like it.

Don't tell me what to do.

Come on.
Try something new.

Yeah, girl.
We can always change it back.

Yeah, don't be scared.
I'm not scared.

Leti, this could help us win.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

TYSON: Come on. Get it.

It's good, yeah.
KIRRESHA: That was great.

That was so good.
Pretty hot.

FEMALE CHEERLEADER:
That was great.

Whose idea was this?

Well, I came up with the steps.

But we all contributed.

Yeah. It was a group effort.

I had nothing to do with it.

So, do you like it?

Hell, no.

Camille, don't blame them. It was
my idea to change the routine.

Why?

Because half of the moves
in your routine are illegal.

What are you?
A cheer cop?

You can't do that.

No, girl, you can't do that.

Judges take off points
for vulgarity.

I know the rules.

Then why do you keep
breaking them?

Because the things we do
get us noticed.

Even when we don't win,
they say we're the best.

Wouldn't you rather they say
you were winners?

I mean, come on, Camille,

if we play by the books and add
this krumping, we can't lose.

Is this the type of shit
your old squad pulled on you?

Changing cheers
behind your back?

No.

And if there was one girl who
thought she could run your squad

better than you could, what
would you have done to her?

There was.

I should've told her to stop.

And see, that's the difference
between me and you, white girl.

I'm not telling you.

Now let's practice this
the way it's supposed to be.

See? Y'all should've
listened to me.

(SIGHS)

Hey, you.
You're late.

Sorry.
I had to study, sweetie.

That's okay. I got some DVDs, and
I thought we'd just stay in.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Oh, that's the pizza. Can you
get that while I get the soda?

Yeah.

Hey, large pepperoni, pineapple?

Yeah, how much?
$14.65.

Dude, you get any action
on this job?

What are you talking about?

You know, you ever get some ass?

Like in those porn movies.

Deliver a pizza to some
desperate housewife. Tap that?

JESSE: That never happens
in real life.

BRAD: You should try
being the quarterback.

(BRITNEY GROANS)

We get ass up the ass.

I mean...
Well, you know what I mean.

JESSE: Yeah,
I know what you mean.

BRAD: All right.

Here, you know what?
Keep the change, dude.

Dude, thanks.

That's the least I can do.
Your job sucks. Loser.

Dick.

(WHISPERS) Asshole.

BRAD: What happened to you?

I spilled a little.

What were you and Jess...
Guys talking about?

What, the...

Pizza.
What, with the pizza guy?

Yeah.
Oh.

Nothing. No, I was just giving
him a hard time, that's all.

I heard what you said, Brad.

Britney, I was just screwing
with him, okay? It was a joke.

Well, it didn't sound
like a joke.

Well, it was, okay? Now, you
better turn that frown upside down

'cause that's gonna put wrinkles
in your pretty little head.

And it's gonna look perfect for when we
take pictures at the homecoming dance.

REPORTER: So, you do realize you're only one
of many squads auditioning for Rihanna?

CAMILLE: Yeah, we know there's a lot of
competition, but we're ready for them.

Amber, I can't come to school today, so
you can lead practice. But videotape it.

No excuses, just do it.

REPORTER: Is there anything that makes
your squad stand out from the others?

CAMILLE: Yeah. We better.

And we really, really want this. Not
just for ourselves, but for our schools.

Well, good luck,
Crenshaw Heights.

Crenshaw Heights?

Hey, turn... Oh, my God!
I'm on TV! I'm on TV!

No way.

Got you, you little cheer slut.

PLAYER: Come on.

(ALL CHEERING)

MALE ANNOUNCER:
Touch down, Warriors!

(SINGING) Go! Warriors!
Crenshaw! Jump!

Are you sure Britney's here?

Positive.

There's so many people here.
How're we going to find her?

CHEERLEADERS: Go, Go!

Get up, just get up, get up!

Go, go! Get up, get up!

See? Told you.

No way.

WINNIE: B-R-I-T-N-E-Y

You ain't got no alibi

You're busted.

Hell, yeah.
You're busted.

What are you guys doing here?

We came to see you.

Liar.

I wanted to tell you guys. I just...
AMBER: But you didn't.

Why not, Britney?

We tell each other everything.

You said
you'd never cheer again.

I know, Sierra,
but it was so hard.

Like seventh grade English hard?

Harder.

Especially for a cheer whore.

Hold up.
Who are you calling a ho?

I've got a rape whistle
and mace.

Give me that.
Back up, mall rat.

Look, calm down.
They're my friends.

Shit, I don't even like you and I
treat you like a better friend.

Good, because she's going to need one.
Let's go, Winnie.

Oh, hey, Britney,
you dropped something.

What?
Your face.

What is your problem?

Let's see. Now that you're gone,
and your reputation is trashed,

I don't believe
I have a problem.

You want me to cut her?

You miss cheering for them,
don't you?

No.

Maybe.

Well, you better figure it out,

because you need to decide
who you're cheering for.

(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

MAN: (ON TV) You're watching
Cheer TV!

Rihanna Cheer-Off Countdown

FEMALE REPORTER: The odds-on
favorite in next month's competition

for the Rihanna TV special
is Pacific Vista.

We practice it every single
day, getting it perfect.

REPORTER: Discipline and precision
keep them on top of their cheer tier.

One, two, three...

REPORTER: As captain
Winnie Harper says,

WINNIE: We always bring it,
and we always win.

REPORTER: Well, good luck,
Pacific Vista.

Go, Pirates!

WINNIE: Watch and learn.

All right, y'all. Come here, come here.
Before we start, I have an announcement.

And I'm only going to say
this once, so pay attention.

Look, we're gonna use these steps
y'all came up with as a team.

Wait a second.

I've been telling you since
day one, add krumping,

and you've just blown me off...
Look, are y'all done?

I'm not...
Yeah, she is.

Then get your little white ass
over here and teach me the steps.

KIRRESHA:
What's the matter with her?

You know, I think it's caffeine withdrawal.
Coffee's like crack to white people.

KIRRESHA: I guess.

(HOLLABACK GIRL PLAYING)

I want those calves to burn.
Five more.

CAMILLE: Come on, you guys. We need
to go over this new choreography.

Jesse, show us
how it's supposed to go.

That thing kind of suits you.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Three, four, five and six.

What are they doing?
It's a helicopter.

No, I know what it is. It's dangerous.
Why are they doing it?

Because I said so.

MALE CHEERLEADER: Push!

(SCREAMING)

Come on. Come on.

Five, six, seven, eight.

MALE CHEERLEADER: Okay.
Hold it, hold it.

...six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

Good job. Happy Halloween!

Trick or treat?

How about treat?

Can you hand me the white?

Thanks.

WINNIE: Come on, you guys. How
many times do we have to do this?

Finally.
One, two.

Good work, y'all.

That routine was the
business, right? Yeah.

We're only gonna have
one chance, y'all,

to clean that up in the game
this Friday against Pomona.

All right.
Right.

Bye, y'all.
See you, Camille.

Britney. Hey, hey. Brit.

Let's go to the beach.

In November?

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

BRITNEY: I thought
we were going to the beach.

JESSE: This is the beach.

Tar beach. That's what they called
it where my grandparents hooked up.

Where did they immigrate from?
Brooklyn.

For real.

They say it was really
dangerous back in the day.

Funny thing is, they moved here to
keep their kids away from gangs.

Wrong.

Everything looks better up here.

Things do when you step back
and take a good look.

You know,
Camille's right about me.

The squad's the only place
I'll ever fit in.

But she needs to know
she can't mess with me.

Camille can take care of herself.
She used to be a gangbanger.

What? She could kill me!

I'm playing with you, Britney.

That is so not funny!
I saw Boyz n The Hood.

And I saw Clueless, but I
still came up here with you.

Yeah.

Guess that shows how little
we know about each other.

So far.

Jesse, I have a...

I thought you wanted me to.

I did, but... I have a...

I have to go.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Who's playing with who?

AMBER: So,
now you call me back?

Look, I know you're mad at me,
but I have dirt.

Spill.
Okay.

I kissed another boy tonight.

Who? Where? His name's Jesse.
On the mouth.

No.
Yes.

What if Brad finds out?

Brad's
been studying with Winnie.

So?

He's our star athlete, Brit.
When did he ever study?

So, when you say study,
you mean...

Look, we both know the only reason she
wants Brad is because he's yours.

So, what are you
going to do about it?

I don't know.

Well, you better figure it out
before the homecoming dance Friday.

Oh, shit. I totally forgot about the dance.
What am I going to do?

LDK, but you really need
to think about this.

You've already lost your team.
Do you want to lose Brad, too?

...high school boys. They
be all up on you and stuff.

I know, girl.
They be doing the most.

Who you going with?
Well, I was thinking...

Hey, guys. I have some bad news.
What's up?

I can't cheer at the game
on Friday.

Why not?

Because...
This better be good.

Oh, it is.

My dog died.

You're missing our game
for a dog?

He wasn't just any dog.

I've had him
since I was a little girl.

Aww. What the dog's name?

Nike. His name was Nike.

Wait. You named your dog
after a shoe?

Your sister's named after a car.

No, Mercedes is named
after my grandmother.

Whatever.

Anyway, Nike's memorial
service is on Friday.

You're having a funeral
for a dog?

He wasn't just a dog.

He was a member of the family.

Dang, man. White people
are crazy about their pets.

KIRRESHA: Mmm-hmm.

Yes, we are.

And I know you'll hate me
for missing the game,

but I know Nike
would have wanted it this way.

Hey, who am I to stand between
a white girl and her dead dog?

Thank you, Camille.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

Hey, Brit. Hurry up, okay?

It's a long drive
back to Pacific Vista.

BRITNEY: I'm almost ready!

Hey, yo. Britney lives here?
I've delivered here.

Damn, my house
is nicer than this.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

I'll get it.

Hey, it's the pizza dude.

Man, you're a cheer-queer, too?
You're never going to get laid.

Brad, who was at the...

Wow.

You people are really dressed
up for a dog's funeral.

Oh, babe, did your dog die?

Wait a minute. No.
You don't have a dog, do you?

Look, Brad,
I'll explain it to you later.

Jesse, what are you guys
doing here?

She told me about your dog, so I
came along to offer my condolences.

But I see
you've already been condoled.

Dude, you have a problem?
Dude, step off.

Dude, I will beat you down!

Dude, I'll beat
the dude out of you!

Whoa, whoa! Enough.

Look, I never had a dog.
I just...

I just needed an excuse to
get out of the game tonight.

Why?

Because I promised I'd go
to homecoming with Brad.

And Brad is...
Her boyfriend.

Yeah, see, it's funny 'cause she
never mentioned a boyfriend.

CAMILLE: She never mentioned
a lot of things.

Like the fact that she's a liar.

I mean, were you even really a captain
or did you make that shit up, too?

BRAD: Britney,
what's going on?

Look,
it's just a misunderstanding.

Yeah, I misunderstood a lot.

You're off the squad.

For missing one game?
No.

For finally deciding
who you're cheering for.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, I've got
a surprise for you. Just go.

Okay.

Hold on.

Hey, hey!

Brad, is this what I think it is?
Well, open it up.

It's a surprise. I wanted tonight
to be special or something.

What is this?

That is our room key.

You're welcome. You know, I
just figured your first time

might be a little bit
more special and romantic

if you had it in a Marriott.

Brad, it doesn't matter
where we are. I'm not ready.

You know what, Brit? This
little tease game you're doing?

It's getting pretty old.

Oh, really? Is that why you started
sneaking around with Winnie?

What?

Now is the time.
Get your ass up.

Okay.

Who told you that? Amber? It was Amber.
You know what? She was making that up.

And why would she do that?

Oh, I don't know.
Jealousy, maybe.

You know how many girls
want me at this school?

It's ridiculous.

Well, the question is
how many of them do you want?

Britney. Hi, sweetie.

Glad you made it.

I'm so sorry for not telling you
guys about me cheering again.

I totally understand
why you didn't,

especially after seeing
that cheer-trocity of a squad.

Can you say nasty?

Nasty.

They're like the bottom
of the cheer tier.

There is this one girl that is so fat, she
looks like she swallowed two Briannas.

Her name is KIRRESHA, and she's
got more heart in one ass cheek

than you do in your entire body.

She's a real friend.

Then you're done.

And why is that?

Because after you make friends
with those people,

you start shopping with them,
then you're dating one,

and the next thing you know, you're
going to be on some bad talk show

screaming at your baby daddy.

What? I cannot believe
you just said that.

Yeah, that's so racist.
Oh, bite me, Crouching Tiger.

BRITNEY: Winnie, you're such a candy cane.
And you're such a wigger.

Oh, that's it.
Brad, hold my shit.

Oh, okay.

Yeah, I'm not gonna get any ass from
you, but I'll hold your purse, yeah.

Way to make me feel
like a man, Brit.

Let's do a cheer.

Now? In the middle of a dance?

And a fight?

Let's do it for
all timer's sake.

That's old times' sake.

You say tomato.
I say potato.

What do you think, Winnie?

I think Britney doesn't have what
it takes to be a Pirate anymore.

That sounds like
a challenge to me, Brit.

Oh, I'm sure
it was meant as an insult.

Everybody.
Kill the music, Ronnie.

Everybody make room for us,
please.

We have a special surprise.

Our ex-cheer captain, Britney
Allen, is with us tonight.

So, in her honor, we would like to do
our Pirate introduction cheer for you.

Although I'm captain now, I
think Britney should lead us.

Thanks, Winnie.

Especially since you're not the
captain at your new school.

(ALL MURMURING)

(SINGING) Hey, Amber Hey, what?

Introduce yourself No way!

Introduce yourself Okay.

One, two, three, four, five

My name is Amber and I say hi

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Back it up and meet my friend

Hey, Winnie Hey, what?

Introduce yourself
WINNIE: No way

Introduce yourself Okay.

One, two, three, four, five

My name is Winnie and I say hi

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Back it up and meet my friend

Hey, Britney Hey, what?

Introduce yourself No way.

Introduce yourself Okay.

(SCATTING)

Roll call

My name is Britney

What?

I cheer so strong Okay.

So when I shake it
AMBER: Yeah

You'd better bring it on

(SCATTING)

Break it down now

(ALL CHEERING)

AMBER: Yeah!

My name's Sierra

We should do our cheers
like Britney.

Shut up!

BOY: Welcome back, Britney.

But now it's time to announce this
year's homecoming king and queen.

Hey, shabooya.

In case you change your mind,

we have that hotel room
till noon tomorrow. Okay?

Well, no surprise here, Pacific Vista.
Your homecoming king is Brad Warner!

Great, now he's really
going to want to celebrate.

WINNIE: I'm sure
it won't be with you.

He only brought you here because
he feels sorry for you,

and he didn't want to
dump you over the phone.

Really?

Well, if he wanted
to break up with me, Winnie,

then why'd he get us a room?

And this year's queen
is Winnie Harper!

Congratulations.

MALE STUDENT: Winnie!

I had sex with Brad Warner.

What? What?
Oh, my God.

How do you like that, Britney? I
finally beat you at something.

Now tell her, Brad.

What are you doing?

Britney, Britney, Britney! For once
it's not going to be all about you.

Now tell her.

Okay, babe. Babe, okay,
I know this looks bad, okay?

It's not as bad as it sounds. I was
thinking of you the whole time.

What, the whole two minutes?

Brad, Winnie.

Thank you.
BOTH: What?

Brad, I can't tell you
how much of a relief it is

not to be
your girlfriend anymore.

Because...
Well, you're a pig.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

And Winnie, you're just too much of a
backstabber to have any real friends.

But there's one thing
you're right about.

I don't have what it takes
to be a Pirate anymore.

You guys enjoy
the rest of your night.

MALE STUDENT: Go, girl!

Oh, no, she didn't!

She got her nerve.

What do you want?

Look, I never should have ditched you
guys for some stupid dance. I'm sorry.

Sorry don't make up
or dissing us.

BOTH: Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, I know.

I thought
I needed to be the leader,

but it turns out I just needed
to be a part of the squad.

And now it's too late.

But I wanted to come
wish you guys good luck,

and I'll be proud
to watch you win.

Well, thanks, and see you.

Look, it's hip-hop Barbie
and her Wu-Tang Clan.

You better get your friend
before she gets a beat down.

Oh, please do.
We're not friends.

We never were.

Oh, boo-hoo-hoo.
I could just cry. But I won't.

Well, you will be crying
when they beat you.

When they beat us?

Don't tell me you're not
cheering with them anymore.

I thought once you go black,
you never go back.

FYI, it doesn't matter whether
I'm cheering with them or not.

I know how good they are.

Oh, you've lost your cheer-sanity if
you think this pathetic little squad

can even compete with us.

Oh, I know they can.
No.

So, you'd better bring it all,
white girl.

Oh, "white girl"?

Remember
when you used to be one?

But don't act like you forget.
You know we always bring it,

white trash.

Please let me cut her.

Look, Camille. I don't know
what their routines are like,

but I do know that they've
really good gymnasts,

so they'll probably throw
some fancy stunts.

But what you guys have that
they don't is your spirit,

so you really got to go for it
if you want to win.

You mean, if we want to win.

Wait, are you going to let me
cheer with you guys?

I kind of have to for the way
you stood up for us, Britney.

You called me Britney.

Go get dressed, white girl.

I don't have to.

Oh, so she just knew I was
gonna let her cheer, huh?

No, but I was hoping you would.

Come on. Let's go whoop
some PV ass, y'all.

Hell yeah!
Hell yeah!

All right.
Okay.

We'll work on it.

Yeah.

Hey.
Hey, what's up?

Camille's gonna let me
cheer with you guys.

Cool.

I guess you always get
everything you want, huh?

Not everything.

(BRING IT ON PLAYING)

Hi, I'm Swin Cash, and I'll be
your announcer for this event.

(ALL CHEERING)

TYSON: Whoa, whoa. Swin Cash.

Yo, wasn't she playing
for the Detroit Shock?

Pro B-ball players,
hot cheerleaders, pom-poms.

It's like a real live
beer commercial up in here.

You know what I'm saying, Jess?

SWIN: Well, I see
you're all as excited as I am.

Man, why don't you
just go talk to her?

Talk to who?

I'm horny, okay? Not stupid.

You should tell Britney
how you feel.

She's got a boyfriend.

SWIN: Y'all ready to give
a warm welcome to the host...

Come on, y'all.
We're about to start.

...and the reason we're all here
today, and one of my closest girls,

Rihanna!

TYSON: Oh, my God!
That's Rihanna!

Oh, oh, that's Rihanna!

Oh, my goodness! Did you see that?
Oh, my goodness! It's Rihanna!

Oh, my God! Rihanna!

RIHANNA: I'm so excited
to be here.

That's how them girls were
sounding when they see Rihanna.

(MIMICS SQUEALING)

RIHANNA: So we have a long day
ahead of us... It's ridiculous.

...'cause each school get to perform
their routine for the judges,

then the two best squads will
come back and perform for me

and I will pick the winner.

That squad will get to join me
in a TV performance

that will be shown worldwide.

But more important than that,

you will win brand-new
computers for your school.

Hell to the yeah.

Okay, so let's do this!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

CAMILLE: Let's go, Crenshaw!
Let's go!

Five, six, seven, eight. One.

GIRL: Go, girl!

BOY: Yeah!

(CROWD CHEERING)

BOY: Bring it down.

Bring it, y'all!

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

Yeah!

SWIN: Give it up
for Crenshaw Heights, y'all.

And now, give it up
for the Patriots!

Did you see the judges dropping?
Man, we gonna win this, y'all.

Calm down.
Calm down, everybody.

It's gonna be hard to top
what we just did.

Our shit is tighter
than Kirresha's sports bra.

(ALL LAUGHING)

ALL: Okay!

All right, it shrunk.

SWIN: Ladies and gentlemen,

three-time Southern California
high school champs, Pacific Vista!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

(CROWD GASPS)

SWIN: Three-time Southern California
champions, Pacific Vista.

(WHOOPING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(CHEERING)

SWIN: Our next competitors are
here representing Lincoln High.

Put your hands together
for the Patriots.

What the hell?

It's that stupid diet you've had her on.
She hasn't eaten all day.

Well, do something. We need
her for the competition.

What do you want me to do? Shove
a Snickers down her throat.

AMBER: Okay.

Oh, no. Brianna.
Something's wrong.

Go check it out.

SWIN: Give it up
for the Patriots.

I need a cheerleader.
A skinny cheerleader.

What's wrong?

It's all your fault. You're
the one who called her fat.

Shut up, Winnie.

BRITNEY: ls Brianna sick?
AMBER: She fainted.

She's been starving herself
to stay on the squad.

It is all my fault.

Brianna, how do you feel?

Fine, now.

Do you know how long it's been
since I've had chocolate?

No, but I owe you an apology.

Oh, God.
Now I'm going to be sick.

Look, I never should have
embarrassed you about your weight.

It's okay. I got a big ass.

It runs in my family.
We're just a big-ass family.

Are you gonna be okay to go back
in it if we make the finals?

Yeah, I'm fine.

But thanks for being
so concerned.

Good luck.
Thanks. You, too.

Is everything okay?

With her, yes. With us, no.

SWIN: And now,
let's welcome the Tigers.

Well, I can tell when
something ain't my business.

Come on here, y'all.

Boy, this don't concern you.

Wait, but Jesse
don't have game like I do.

CAMILLE: Good,
then he won't mess it up.

Jesse, you need to know that I broke
up with Brad the night of the dance.

I'd be more impressed if you broke
up with him the night we kissed.

I just... I...

I couldn't let go
of my old life.

The closer I got to you, the
less important it all seemed.

So what's important to you now?

(CROWD CHEERING)

I can show you
better than I can tell you.

(CHEERING)

KIRRESHA: Do it again.

Well, I'll be damned.

The boy does have game.

All right, we'll hear the
judges' decision in a moment.

(CROWD CHATTERING)

SWIN: Ladies and gentlemen,
once again, Rihanna.

Now let's hear it for SWIN
Cash and our fabulous judges,

Tony G and Eric Little.

So, are you ready to hear
the finalists?

Okay.

Come on up,
the Pacific Vista Pirates!

Now let's see
who you're competing against.

Give it up for
the Crenshaw Heights Warriors!

MALE CHEERLEADER: All right,
Crenshaw!

Congratulations to both squads.
But your work has just begun.

You've impressed the judges, but
now you have to impress me.

So you up for it?

Of course.
Yeah!

All right. We'll flip a
coin to see who goes first.

Call it, PV.

It's a quarter.
Stop talking. Heads.

Heads it is. PV goes first.

Watch and learn.

Okay, show us what not to do.

Looks like we're gonna have
a little rivalry coming up.

The final challenge
starts in 15 minutes.

Back off!
(GASPS)

Change the full twist to a
double, add the helicopter toss,

and finish
with the three-high pyramid.

You know those stunts
are against the rules, Winnie.

There are no rules, idiot.

This is not a sanctioned event,
and the judges are gone,

so we go for it.

(SIGHS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

MALE CHEERLEADER: Come on,
you guys.

FEMALE CHEERLEADER: Go, Amber!

(AMBER GROANS)

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

Man, they're as good
as you said.

Hardcore. Cheer or die.

They ditched the safety rules.
I hope no one gets hurt.

We don't have
any shit like this ready.

Shit, we don't have
any shit like that at all.

Just what we can dream up
on the streets.

Everything we are is ghetto.

The krumping, the clothes.

I just thought of something
to shake them up.

Look at their steps.

Yeah. I mean, they were pretty
repetitive in the semifinals.

Exactly.
Do you remember my tryouts?

Yeah.

Oh, hell, yeah.
Y'all, check this out.

Come here, come here.

Remember how it went down
at Britney's tryouts

when she mimicked my combination?
You saw PV's choreography.

Hunch up twice, arms circle,
high V, hip thrust...

(CROWD CHEERING)

Let's go!

Okay, let's go.
Come on, let's get it.

MALE CHEERLEADER: Come on,
let's do this.

BOY 1: Left. Turn Right.
BOY 2: One. One.

GIRL: You guys.

Oh, my God.

BOY: Come on. Yes. Work it.

GIRL: Come on, guys!

GIRL: Pirates!

(CROWD WHISTLING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

BRITNEY: Let's show them the street, y'all!
Yeah, come on.

JESSE: Krump it, krump it.

That's right. Back up. Back up.
Get off the floor.

Yeah.

What the hell!

(ALL CHATTERING)

LETI: Six, seven, eight.
Shake it, mami.

(CROWD WHOOPING)

RIHANNA: All right, everybody.
That was Crenshaw Heights

and the Pacific Vista Pirates.

Just amazing, wasn't it?

(RIHANNA WHOOPS)

All right.

They totally ruined our performance
with that gang violence.

They should be disqualified
or arrested.

Sorry, but you don't make
the rules.

(WHISPERS) I do.

It's not our fault
you couldn't bring it, Winnie.

I told you we should do
more cheers like that.

Again. Shut up.

No, Winnie, you shut up.

Wait, did I mean to say that?
Yeah, I did.

Winnie, shut up. I don't have to shut up.
I'm captain.

Yeah, and ever since
you became captain,

you've been a bigger pain
in our asses than before.

Oh, like I care. There's
nothing you can do about it.

Actually, spirit law states that
if there's ever a cheer mutiny,

that the squad can vote to replace
their captain, effective immediately.

You stay out of this. You're not
a part of our squad anymore.

Right, Amber?

If you vote to replace Winnie
as captain, raise your hand.

GIRL 1: I'd do it.
GIRL 2: Yeah, I vote.

BOY: Hear, hear.

GIRL: I should say so.

Rihanna, come on.

If anyone deserves
to be on TV, it's me.

Look at them. They're so ghetto.
GIRL: What?

You know what, Winnie?

I've learned that a lot of talented
people come out of the ghetto.

I didn't mean it like that.
Yes, you did.

But that's okay.

I knew you'd understand.
Oh, I do.

And that's why I don't judge
people by where they come from,

I judge them by what
they bring to the table.

Everybody,
give it up for our winners,

the kids who bring it all,
the Crenshaw Heights Warriors!

ALL: Warriors!

Crenshaw!

Jump!

Hey, Britney.
Meet our new captain.

Congratulations!

Oh, I want you guys
to meet some people.

AMBER: Now?
BRIANNA: Who?

Guys, guys, guys.
I want you to meet my friends.

This is Amber,
Sierra and Brianna.

This is KIRRESHA, Tyson, Leti,
Jesse and this is Camille.

Hi.
Hi.

Girl, you look like you
eat Twinkies. I do.

Really?
Yeah.

You ever have them fried?
No.

(PONDE REPLAY PLAYING)

(WHAT'S UP DOC?
- CAN WE ROCK? PLAYING)

(ALL SQUEALING)

Hi, Mom.

Sorry.

(ALL EXCLAIM)

Jump!

(BRING IT ON HOME PLAYING)