Original subtitles

I'm sexy, I'm cute I'm popular to boot

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 flying', I jump You can look but don't you hump, who

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 Uh-huh

- Call me Big Red - I'm Wh-Wh-Whitney

- C-C-C-Courtney, reow - Dude, it's Darcy

- I'm Big Bad Carver, yeah - Just call me Kasey

I'm still Big Red

I sizzle, I scorch But now I pass the torch

The ballots are in and one girl had to win

She's perky, she's fun and now she's number one

K-K-Kick it, Torrance T-T-T-Torrance

I'm strong and I'm loud I'm gonna make you proud

I'm T-T-T-Torrance Your captain Torrance

Let's go, Toros

We are the Toros The fighting, mighty Toros

We're so terrific we must be Toros

Yea ! Go, Toros !

Yea, come on ! Toros !

- Yeah ! All right ! - Go, Toros!

- [ Gasping ] - Oh, my God !

[ Laughing ] Nice rack! Oh, baby!

- [Whistling] - [Girl] Serves her right!

Check out the hooters !

[ Boys Barking ]

- [ Screams ] - [Alarm Ringing]

[Ringing Continues] [ Panting ]

Oh, shit.

[ Horn Beeping ]

[ Stereo: Rock ] Hey, hey, Mr. and Mrs. "S."

Oh, look, it's Aaron. Oh. Hello, Aaron.

- Hey, can I help ? - Oh, no. We're fine, thanks. Really. Stay in your vehicle.

Nuh, nuh, nuh. You sure ?

Bye ! Be back later ! Bye, honey.

Hi.

Come on, Tor. Can't mack on you in front of the parentals.

- Bye-bye ! - [ Tires Screeching ]

[Engine Revving]

Remember, he's leaving for college.

Right.

- So are you excited? - Oh, yeah !

It's college, Tor. I'm really stoked, you know ?

It�s just, you know, I'm gonna miss you.

Really ? Yeah.

But next year, it'll be you and me reunited at Cal State Dominguez Hills.

I'll be the experienced sophomore, you'll be the hot, new freshman.

Yup. It�ll be just like high school, only better.

Dorm rooms.

Hmm.

I got the door, Tor. Okay.

I got the door, Tor.

What's up, Aaron ? Hey, what up, buddy ?

Hey ! Yeah !

Hey, hey, remember, when you get captain, act surprised, okay ?

- Don�t jinx me. - Hi, Torrance. Hey, Aaron.

- Ah, ladies. Thank you. - Good luck at school.

Oh, Aaron, come to one last practice ?

You know you're still my favorite cheerleader.

Oh, I'm sorry, guys. I gotta run. Please ?

You're not staying for the vote ? I really gotta beat traffic.

I can't be late for orientation. Hey. But I really want--

Hey. Trust me. You're gonna get it.

Bye-bye. Bye.

[School Bell Ringing]

Did you vote ? Oh, yeah.

Darcy thinks she should get captain 'cause her dad pays for everything.

He should use some of that money to buy her a clue.

Courtney'll get captain. The guys love clutching her butt.

She's got a lot to hang on to. What's plural for "butt" ? On one person, I mean.

She puts the "ass" in "massive."

You put the "lude" in "deluded." Yo !

Can I have all your votes ?

Mine. Here's me.

Thank you.

We should get Big Red a gift, or at least someone should say something.

Pass. Good riddance.

I don't believe in osmosis. It's not brown-nosing.

She's the departing captain. She did a lot for this squad.

Oh, come on. Both of you sucked before she whipped you into shape.

Oh, whipped ? Is that what that was ?

No one will miss Big Red, Tor. She puts the "itch" in "bitch."

Sheputs the "whore" in "horrifying. "

You know, it's her last practice. How would you feel ?

Big Red has no feelings. Just testicles.

You guys are all great athletes.

Thanks in large part to me.

And I know that your new captain will keep the tradition alive,

leading you to the record sixth national...

cheerleading championship you know is yours.

So, let's meet your new leader,

- Torrance Shipman. - [ Screaming ] Oh, my God !

[ Applause ] Oh, Les ! Oh, my God !

- That slut. - [Torrance] Listen up ! I�d like to try a wolf wall.

Oh, excellent ! Torrance has got the fever, people.

What's a wolf's wall ?

Only the hardest pyramid known to cheerleading and mankind.

The words "big" and "britches" come to mind.

She's crazy. She'll kill us all.

Hello ! Some of us have not spent the entire summer working out.

Right, Carver ? Come on, guys ! Let's be different for once.

We can�t just rest on our laurels.

Why does everybody say that ? Maybe a laurel's a good place to rest.

Come on, man. You guys suck. Let's do this.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight-- [ Screaming ]

Five, six, seven, eight. Kick one-- [ Screaming ]

Five, six, seven, eight. And one ! Stick it !

Come on, girls ! Stick it for me !

Five, six, seven, eight.

Go one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Kick one !

- Good job ! Who ! - Pinch some panties. Someone's slackin'.

Do I look like a milkmaid, 'cause somebody feels like a cow !

- Carver, can you cradle out ? - You bet I can.

Okay, ready ? One, two, down, up !

- [ Screams ] - Carver!

[Thud]

Carver ? Are you okay ?

I'm fine, really.

Don't you guys worry about me. It�s just a scratch.

I'll be back to practice tomorrow,

so don't you guys fret, okay ?

And I don't want you to worry at all, because I'm a quick healer.

I promise, you guys. I'm gonna be there for you.

[Muffled] You hear me ?

Guys ? Bye ! [Siren Blaring]

[ Video Game Beeping]

I got captain.

Yeah, and you sent a girl to the hospital on your first day.

- Aye, aye, Captain ! - You were listening on the phone ? Mom !

It's true. She really should get her own private line, you know.

She's growing up so fast.

Justin, go away.

At ease, Captain.

Well, this blistering academic schedule shouldn't get in your way.

You should be happy about that.

Why can't you accept the fact that I'm not a genius ?

It just kills you that I'm not an honor student.

No. It kills me that you barely make time to study.

If you studied half as much as you cheer, you�d be in great shape.

Your priorities are-- No ! Those are your priorities !

Mine are just fine. Look,

I'm just saying that college might be less of a shock...

if you take an extra lab or language course or something.

- What do you think ? - Will Advanced Chem get you off my back ?

Not completely, but it'll help.

Done.

You know, mothers have killed to get their daughters on squads.

That mother didn't kill anyone. She hired a hit man.

[Punk]

Everyone, we have a new student...

transferring from Mission Hills High School in Los Angeles.

Please welcome Cliff "Pant One."

Pantone.

- [Students Laughing] - Thanks.

[ Sneezes ] Loser !

[ Sneezes ] Loser !

Wait, wait, wait. Was that, uh--

Was that the loser sneeze I just heard right there ?

Guys, come on. I mean, what is that, from like the 1 900s ?

Nobody does that anymore. I don't think anybody does.

When I lived in Kentucky-- Did they still do the loser sneeze in Kentucky ?

No. They had, uh, guns and homemade bombs.

What about L.A. ? There was attitude in L.A., but no loser sneeze.

I'm pretty sure the loser sneeze is officially dead.

Sorry.

- [ Sneezes ] Loser ! - [Laughing]

Nice.

I don't think they got the memo about the loser sneeze.

Uh, no, apparently not.

Cliff.

- Torrance. - Advanced Chem.

Yikes. Um, 'fraid so. Are you intimidated ?

Y-Yeah, a little.

- Really ? - No, not really.

So, is that your band or something ?

The Clash ? No, uh--

It's a British punk band, circa 1 977 to 1 983-ish.

- Original lineup, anyway. - How vintage.

[Class Bell Ringing]

Um, so I'll see you around then ?

Looks like it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Whoa ! It's sexy Leslie...

and Jan, Jan, the cheerleading man. Hey, fags.

Just because we won more trophies than you guys,

that's no reason to go get all malignant.

Malignant this, tool. [ Laughing ]

All right. Right on !

One of these days, man. Let it go.

They never even won a single game.

Gotta be kind of rough on 'em. Besides, they're dicks.

Les, tell me you have Advanced Chem first period.

Advanced Chem, first period. If you have a lab partner already, I'm screwed.

Torrance, it's only the second day of school,

and your academic insecurity bit is completely tired.

You know, everyone's saying your ambition broke Carver's leg.

When, really, it was the ankle she slammed into the ground.

Kasey did a massive E-mail last night. Misspelled "leg."

Shut up ! Two G's.

Apparently, Carver gets home schooling for the next three months.

I'm cursed. Replacing her is gonna be a nightmare.

Well, that's why you're the captain, Captain.

Bring on the tyros, the neophytes and the dilettanti.

Bring on the tyros, the neophytes and the dilettanti.

S.A.T.'s are over, Darcy. And you're still jealous of my score.

Are we sure Carver's not malingering ?

Carver will strictly be cheering in Special Olympics until March.

Nationals are February 1 0th.

Regionals are in, like, four weeks. I talked to her. She's cool with this.

Don't tell me Carver can cut school just because she broke her leg in three places.

Hello ! Get a wheelchair ! That lucky bitch.

Tell me we're not actually continuing this masquerade and having tryouts.

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.

Just tongue. Kiss my ass, Jan.

I'd love to. If she�s the best, Jamie's got it.

But we have to see everyone.

Ready, okay.

Wait. Hold on. Let me try that again. That was terrible.

Ready, okay ! Go, team--

Ready, okay ! Sorry.

Ready, okay ! Shit.

Be aggressive. Be, be aggressive.

How many cheers do we have to memorize ? Do we get paid for this ?

And do I have to provide my own uniform ?

[ Techno ]

I see you guys are wearing red. Um, that does not work for me.

Ready, okay! R-C-H! [Sobbing]

Toros all the way ! [ Crying ]

I'm sorry. I just broke up with my boyfriend.

[Classical]

Pretty good.

Yo, yo, yo ! What's up ? What's up ? It's time to get busy !

So let's kick this shit and rock the C.K. off your panties, yeah.

Give my regards to Broadway

Remember me to Herald Square

Tell all the gang-- Excuse me !

What's with the song ?

- Isn't this the audition for Pippin ? - No.

[Heavy Metal]

Tastes good Make a grown man cry

Sweet cherry pie, yeah

Who

Hi.

Well, swingin' on the front porch Swingin� on the lawn

Swingin' where we want 'cause there ain't nobody home

Okay, uh, any more questions ? I think we're good.

- Here's our girl. - Rancho Carne's not all talk

All we know is Toros rock

Shake their booties Scream and shout

Toro players work it out

Go, Toros.

[Clapping Continues]

Do I have to wear those little underwear things ? I don't like wearing underwear.

- Thanks ! - [ Groaning ]

[Door Opens, Closes]

[Door Opens, Closes]

Excuse me. Where'd you park your Harley ?

Get real.

Tattoos are strictly verboten. Sorry.

I got bored during fourth period.

You need to fill one of these out.

Did it.

[ Scoffs ] Missy, is it ?

Okay, before we start, I'm afraid we're gonna need to make sure...

you can do a standing back tuck.

Standard procedure. You understand.

Standing back handspring back tuck okay ?

Where's this girl from, Romania ?

- Can she yell ? - We'll try an oldie.

Awesome, oh, wow ! Like, totally freak me out ! I mean, right on !

[Claps] The Toros sure are number one.

I transferred from Los Angeles ! Your school has no gymnastics team !

This is a last resort ! [ Claps ]

Okay, so I've never cheered before. So what ?

How about something that actually requires neurons ?

Do it. Front handspring, step out, round off, back handspring,

step out, round off, back handspring,

full twisting lay out.

- Ha ! - Hey !

Missy is bank.

Uh, bankrupt. We've already so decided on Jamie.

Courtney, this is not a democracy. It�s a "cheerocracy."

I'm sorry, but I'm overruling you.

You are being a "cheertator," Torrance, and a pain in my ass !

We already voted.

Besides, Missy looks like an uber dyke.

[Giggling]

Courtney, I'm the captain.

I'm pulling rank, and you can fall in line or not.

If we're gonna be the best, we have to have the best.

Missy's the poo. So take a big whiff.

[Doorbell Rings]

You. And you.

I mean, hi. I'm-- A cheerleader.

Uh, yeah. Head cheerleader, to be exact.

Wow.

So does Missy live here ? Uh, actually, she moved back to L.A., yeah.

Something about evil cheerleaders or-- Look, I'm serious.

We have to get her. Is her drug dependency gonna be a problem ?

Cliff, shut up. What do you want ?

I want you on the squad.

You're the best. They know it.

They just reject the unfamiliar.

Thanks, but no, thanks. I mean, I plead temporary insanity.

See, I'm a hard-core gymnast.

No way jumping up and down, screaming, "Go, team, go !" is gonna satisfy me.

Look, we're gymnasts too, except no beam, no bars, no vault.

Sorry. Not interested.

What are you doing ? Nothin'.

I just thought that it was interesting hearing Torrance's point of view.

- How do you even know her ? - We're old friends.

Ever been to a cheerleading competition ?

- Oh, you mean like a football game ? - No, not a game.

Those are like practices for us.

I'm talking about a tournament.

ESPN cameras all around, hundreds of people in the crowds cheering.

Wait. People cheering cheerleaders ?

That's right. Lots of people.

Here's the deal, Missy. We're the shit. The best.

We have fun, we work hard, and we win national championships.

I'm offering you a chance to be a part of that.

Think about it, Miss. You get to wear sassy outfits.

You get to yell like you care about something.

She's not the cheering type.

You know what ?

Count me in.

Ready, girls ? [Clapping]

I said brrr It's cold in here

I said there must be some Toros in the atmosphere

I said brrr It's cold in here

I said there must be some Toros in the atmosphere

I said oh-ee, oh-ee, oh Ice, ice, ice

Oh-ee, oh-ee, oh Ice, ice, ice

- Here we go, girls. -[Saxophone Playing]

[Music Stops] [Jan] Hey, practice isn't over yet.

Nice recruit, Torrance.

A real captain would've seen what I saw: a big dykey loser.

I'd say that's strike two.

What is up ? I went out on a limb for you, and you bail ?

- I'm not about stealing. - What are you talking about ?

You ripped off those cheers.

Listen, Missy, our cheers are 1 00% original. Count the trophies.

Well, your trophies are bullshit, because you're a sad-ass liar.

All right, that's it ! Get out of the car ! I'm gonna kick your ass !

Oh, really ?

Come on.

You're in for a rude awakening.

Get in. What ? No way.

For real. Get in.

[ Crowd Cheering ]

[Girl] Do your thing, Isis !

I said brrr It's cold in here

There must be some Clovers in the atmosphere

I said brrr It's cold in here

There must be some Clovers in the atmosphere

I said oh-ee, oh-ee, oh Ice, ice, ice

Slow it down Oh-ee, oh-ee, oh

Ice, ice, ice Here we go

[Saxophone Playing]

Hey ! You guys enjoy the show ?

Yes, were the ethnic festivities to your liking today ?

- You guys are awesome. - Really ? Ready to share those trophies ?

Can we just beat these Buffys down so I can go home ?

I'm on curfew, girl.

- There's no need for that. - She's right.

See, then we'd be doing them a favor.

Then they could feel good about sending Raggedy Ann here to jack us for our cheers.

- Raggedy Ann ? - Ugly redhead with a video camera attached to her hand.

Y'all been coming up here for years, trying to steal our routines.

- And we just love seeing them on ESPN. - What are you talking about ?

"Brr, it's cold in here. I said there must be some Toros in the atmosphere" ?

- You don't think a white girl made that shit up. - I-- I--

- Our free cheer service is over as of this moment. - Over !

- Finito ! - [Isis] Every time we get some, here y'all come,

tryin' to steal it, puttin' blond hair on it and calling it something different.

We've had the best squad around for years,

but no one's been able to see what we can do.

But you better believe all that's gonna change this year.

I'm captain, and I guarantee you we'll make it to nationals.

Hand over the tape you made tonight and we'll call it even for now.

We don't have any tape. Really. We just came to see the show.

What ? Come on, Isis. Let me do this.

You know what ? Let�s go.

Wait a minute. So that's it ? We�re just gonna let them go ?

Yeah, because unlike them, we have class.

I swear I had no idea.

I swear I had no idea.

Well, now you do.

Hmmph. You been touched by an angel, girl.

[Isis] Jenelope, let�s go.

We just so almost got our asses kicked back there !

I mean, I knew I'd seen those routines before.

We used to play East Compton all the time.

You really had no idea, did you ?

Do you know what this means ?

My entire cheerleading career has been a lie.

Well, look on the bright side. It's only cheerleading.

I am only cheerleading.

- Do you believe in curses ? - What are you talking about ?

I think I'm cursed.

And why is that ?

This past summer at Cheer Camp,

all the new seniors had to do a dare.

See, there's this thing called the Spirit Stick,

and it can never, ever touch the ground.

Torrance Shipman, your mission, should you choose to accept it--

and you better--

is to capture the Spirit Stick...

and drop it in front of the entire camp.

Do you wanna go my way

Do you wanna go my way

The future is clear Let�s get into gear

Y'all are such an inspiration to us.

Well, I just wanted to congratulate you guys and take a picture of you...

with the Spirit Stick.

Here.

[ Gasping ]

Do you wanna go my way

Do you wanna go my way Here.

- I don't want it now. - No, it's okay.

The Spirit Stick doesn't lose anything.

The person who drops it, however,

[ Deep Voice ] goes to Hades !

[Thunderclap]

I don't mean to laugh, but cheerleading urban legends ?

You're not jinxed. Shit happens.

I have to tell you something. I'm on the phone, creep.

I realize that, and normally I'd be listening on the other line,

but this is important. Okay, what ?

[ Farts ] Ohh ! Get out !

Thank you for listening.

[ Man ] Yo. Back later. Is Aaron around ?

Do you know when ? No.

Have him call Torrance. It's urgent. All right.

Big Red totally screwed us !

I mean monster screwed us !

I put this to the entire squad. Swear you guys didn't know.

Big Red didn't exactly let any of us help with the routines, Torrance.

- I cannot believe she did this. - I feel awful. It's depraved.

I mean, those East Compton girls wanted to grill our asses.

Big Red ran the show, man. We were just flying ignorami, for sobbing out loud.

We can't go to regionals with a stolen routine.

It's too risky. [Whitney] Changing the routine now...

would be total murder-suicide. Seriously.

Let's not put the "duh" in "dumb."

How are East Compton gonna prove anything ?

You people are unbelievable. I mean, we're talking about cheating here.

Sorry, new girl, but nobody hit your buzzer.

Look, 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 ?

I get what you�re saying, Missy, but there�s no time.

If we don't do the routine, we've got nothing else.

So, you in ?

Whatever.

[Phone Dialing, Busy Signal Beeping]

Get out of here !

Hey, this is the living room. It's public domain.

[ Man ] Yo. Hey, may I please speak to Aaron ? It's Torrance.

He's not here. He's, uh-- He's not here. Bye.

[ Dial Tone ] Ohh !

I'll take "Famous Losers" for 200, Alex. Shut up, moron !

It's not my fault you're in love with a big gay cheerleader who won't return your phone calls.

- Aaron is not gay. - Oh, so someone just made him become a cheerleader ?

He�s just... busy !

Yeah, busy scamming on guys.

Give me that !

Bitch !

[ Horn Honks ]

Where is she ?

[Horn Honking] Come on.

Oh, baby ! Ohh ! Who !

No way.

Sexy mama !

Who ! Take it off!

[Torrance] Come on. Go, sexy.

Who !

You're on fire, yeah !

- You sure I can stay over your house tonight ? - Totally fine.

My parents are at some benefit. They'll be pouring themselves into bed around dawn.

Good. We gotta start early. You'll be a star cheerleader yet.

All the cheerleaders in the world wouldn't help our football team.

Man, it�s just wrong. Cheering for them is just plain mean.

Everybody comes to see you ladies, anyway.

Because we're such fine athletes. Oh, live with it.

You'll be fighting off major oglers while we defend our sexuality.

What is your sexuality ?

Jan's straight, while I'm... controversial.

Are you trying to tell me you speak fag ? Oh, fluently.

And Courtney and Whitney-- "dyke-adelic" ? No !

Are you kidding ? I don't think so.

Courtney doesn't wear anything under her spankies.

That's no excuse, Jan.

I can't help it if my digits slip occasionally.

Nuh-uh. Slip ? Where ?

Come on, Missy. Don't make him say it.

Oh, my God. My God too.

You're a sick man, Jan.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

put your hands together for the Rancho Carne Toros !

[ Unenthusiastic Cheering ]

[ Yelling ]

And now let's hear it...

for the five-time national cheerleading champions,

the mighty Toros!

Go ! Go ! Come on !

We're number one ! Come on ! Let's hear it !

Who ! Yeah !

Bring it on, baby ! Come on ! Let's hear it !

Go, Toros !

Come on, Toros ! Who !

Go, Toros !

Come on, Toros !

Come on. Yeah !

Yeah, Toros! Yeah !

Go, Toros ! Yo-ho, go, everybody !

Why don't you let your cheerleaders play for you ?

At least they win shit occasionally. Is that the best you got ?

Bring it on, butt plug. You want more ? Okay.

While we're out here kicking your ass,

your cheer boys are over there scamming on all your squirrel.

Which is cool, since you don't have dicks anyway.

Mm-hmm. Bitch !

- Punk ! - [ Yelling ]

Hey, Toros That's right

The red, black and white

Guess what, guess what

You really suck

Hey, that's all right That's okay

You're gonna pump our gas someday

That's alright That's okay

You're gonna pump our gas someday

- [ Blows Whistle ] - Come on, guys ! Touchdown ! Let's go !

- [ Growls ] - Nice.

[ Groaning ]

- Fourteen-nothing. - Go !

Hut !

[ Booing ]

And with 4.:50left in the third quarter, Losers.

it's Costa Mesa 34, Toros nothing.

Come on, Defense, work !

- Work ! - Knock 'em down, roll 'em around.

- Come on, Defense, work ! - Work !

Knock 'em down, roll 'em around. Come on, Defense, work !

Work ! Knock 'em down, roll 'em around.

- Come on, Defense, work ! - Work !

Knock 'em down, roll 'em around.

Come on, Defense, work ! Work !

Knock 'em down, roll 'em around. Come on, Defense, work !

[Applause] Ohh !

Jan !

Go, Toros !

Come on ! Yeah !

Come on, Toros !

You're, like, totally his eye candy.

God, I can't believe you'd do that to Aaron.

Do what ? Especially with him.

What are you talking about ?

Don't play dumb. We're better at it than you.

You're having cheer sex with him.

[Announcer] Flag on the play, called against-- you guessed it-- the Toros.

Remember, our next defeat is scheduled...

for next Friday night at 8.:00. Let�s go, Toros! [Clapping]

Let's go, Toros !

Let�s go, Toros! [Clapping]

Let's go, Toros !

Let's go, Toros !

Alright!

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, ah, 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

Go, Toros, go, Toros Go, go, go, Toros

Go, Clovers, go, Clovers Go, go, go, Clovers

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

Tried to steal our bit but you look like shit

But we're the ones who are down with it

[Crowd Murmuring]

- [ Grunts ] - I still say we use the routine we have.

- If we have to start over, I quit. - [Horn Blows]

[Announcer] And that�s the game.

Whoever here is for a new routine, raise your hand.

Final score.: Cougars 42, Toros nothing.

Jan's got spirit. Yes, he do.

Jan's got spirit. How 'bout you ?

Dude, you just lost.

[Electric Guitar]

So is every game that eventful ? No, thank God.

We have a real situation on our hands.

I mean, we were humiliated on our own turf.

We might have to have a rumble.

This is a serious problem ! Oh, so is your breath.

Oh, my God. Yeah.

[Electric Guitar Continues]

- What are you doing ? - Um--

[ Feedback ]

Where's the bathroom ?

- Right there. - Oh.

[ Continues ]

Good night. Night.

Are you into my brother ?

No. I have a boyfriend.

[Phone Ringing]

[Ringing Continues]

Hello. Tor, is that you ? Aaron ?

Where have you been ? I keep trying to call you.

Yeah, I know. I've been, like, totally busy with school and practice and stuff.

What's up ? Oh, it's bad, Aaron.

Miss Red snaked our routines from the East Compton Clovers.

- All of our routines. - What ?

They found out. They showed up at the game. Gauntlets were thrown.

Tell me you didn't know about this. I don't know what to do here.

Of course I didn't know, but you gotta calm down.

This is not that big a deal. Everybody uses everybody else's material.

- It's like this unwritten rule or something. - That doesn't help me.

We can't do their routine at regionals because they're gonna do their routine.

Come on, Tor, you need a new routine.

That's all. No problem.

Just hire a professional choreographer. A choreographer ?

Look, just think of it as collaboration.

The U.C.A. totally looks the other way.

Call this guy. His name is Sparky Polastri.

Pen. Remember nationals last year ?

Knows his shit, all right ? Here's the number.

It's 555-72 1 9. Thanks, Aaron.

You always know what to do. Mm-hmm. Bye, baby.

Who was that ?

My sister. Mmm.

But you're not my sister, are you ? [ Giggles ]

- He says we should hire a choreographer. - [Dialing Phone]

[ Phone Rings ] [ Man ] Hello.

Hi. May I please speak to Sparky Polastri ?

He'll need three or four days to teach us the routine.

But here's the thing. It's gonna cost us $2,000.

What, do I have the letters A-T-M tattooed on my forehead ?

We were thinking more like D-A-D-D-Y.

Maybe I can get 500.

Okay, then we only need 1 ,500 more by Monday.

[Les] What's up, Whitney ? Hi.

[Les] What's up, Whitney ? Hi.

Here we are at the Rancho Carne Toro car wash,

raising a little money.

[Les] Yeah, baby, yeah !

Work it, Kasey!

- What's up, Les ? - Come to Mama.

Soak it up.

- Workin' hard for our money ? - That's a good shot, Les.

Give a little buff job. That�s good. Oh, that�s attractive, Tor.

Lookin' good. Shakin' the booty.

[Rock]

Missy, what the hell are you doing ?

[ Screaming, Laughing ]

Watch it! Aww! [ Screaming ]

Dude, don't turn that camera off!

- Hey, perv. - [ Screams ]

Hand over your 1 5 bucks or get out of here.

- What are you doing ? - Making money from guys ogling my goodies.

Aw, I didn't need to hear that. That was an over-share.

Hey, Torrance. Come here a sec.

We'll just get this over with.

My brother wants to check out your rack.

You know, I begged my mom for a brother.

He'd look a little ridiculous in that bikini, wouldn't he ?

- Yeah. - So, nice car.

Yeah. Um--

What can I say ? I drive hard.

- Shouldn't take long to wash. - Don't even worry about it. I got all afternoon.

I'll bet you do.

Where the hell is this guy ?

Listen, we're lucky he's even doing this for us.

[Door Opens]

[ Music Sting ] [ Electronic Voice ] Prepare for total domination !

[Echoing] Domination, domination.

Y'all ready for this

[Music Stops]

[ Scoffs ] Great.

Thanks for coming. We're-- Don't speak.

You. You have weak ankles.

One of your calves is bigger than the other.

Too much makeup.

Not enough makeup. What's with the skin ?

Say it with me: "Sunlight" !

Male cheerleaders. Enough said.

Smile.

- Don't smile. - Chicken.

Good general tone and musculature.

Report those compliments to your ass before it gets so big...

it forms its own web site.

And you, I take you to be the captain,

which means you'll probably need more work than anyone.

Look, you don't-- But-- Shh !

No, no, no. Don't speak. Don't think.

Listen and learn.

I'm a choreographer.

That's what I do.

You... are cheerleaders.

Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded.

What you do is a tiny, pathetic subset of dancing.

I will attempt to transform your robotic routines into poetry...

written with the human body.

Follow me or perish, sweater monkeys.

I want you to think of what you ate today.

Got it ? Now cut that in half.

This is called a diet. Everyone start one today.

Darcy, honey, you should stop eating.

You see, when you skip a meal, your body feeds off its fat stores.

And if you skip enough, maybe your body will eat your ass.

Why does everyone have to go on a diet ?

Because in cheerleading, we throw people in the air,

and fat people don't go as high.

- Come on, come on. Let�s get back to work ! - [ Towel Snaps ]

Ah !

I want dangerous ! I wanna feel like somebody's gonna snap their neck!

Spirit fingers ! Give me spirit fingers !

Spirit fingers. Give me spirit !

Ouch ! What ? I told you I'd catch you.

Look, I understand you have underwear up your ass right now,

but it beats the hell out of a shattered skull.

Think about it.

Okay, now, spirit fingers. Spirit fingers !

And spirit fingers !

- Oh, my God ! - These are not spirit fingers.

These are spirit fingers.

And these... are gold.

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

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

Screw this. I did not sign on for spirit fingers.

Come on ! The spirit fingers are great !

Yeah, whatever.

We are so screwed.

- Hey. What's the matter ? - Hey.

You don't wanna know.

Ah. Cheer crisis.

I�ve just gotten so bogged down in all this... crap.

Well, if it's crap, why do you do it ?

I don't know. So quit.

Maybe I should. Yeah, I mean, if you don't like it anymore.

I didn't say that. Sounds like it.

I don't know what I want.

I remember back when I cheered at my school in Detroit.

You cheered at your other high school ?

No, I never cheered, but I know what you're going through.

And regardless of all the politics and the doubts...

and the crap,

you just have to know that you can do it.

And if it helps,

I know you can.

You do ?

Yeah.

Alright, alright! I'm ready to make a fool of myself.

State regionals, here we come.

Welcome to the world of competitive cheerleading.

[Woman Shouting]

High school divisions, please check the signs. If you�re not here--

Hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done--

Broncos !

Ready ? Okay!

Some of these uniforms look so skanky.

Whatever. They're white trash. Where do they get them ?

Ohh !

Cutter, I'm gonna kick your ass, you evil whore !

Get over it, hag !

Oww ! She did not just hit me ! She's a little kid.

You little-- Get off me !

Leave me alone ! Stop it, Courtney !

Hi. You, yes.

Your head was down.

Your head was down during that move.

How are you gonna give a proper score...

if your head is down during a move ?

Remember, they give extra points for alacrity and effulgence.

Did we bring those ?

Oh, no. Look who's here.

Hi.

We're in trouble.

[Announcer] And now, making their first appearance at the U. C.A. California regionals,

the East Compton Clovers !

- Yeah, Clovers ! - [Hip-Hop]

I'm standing here with five-time national returning champions,

the Rancho Carne Toros. [ Cheering ]

Leading the squad this year is senior Torrance Shipman.

Torrance, one of the things we've come to expect...

from the Toros over the last few years is a highly original routine.

Can we expect the same this year? Well,

I think everyone goes out there the same way,

being as prepared as they can be and just hoping for the best.

We�re just glad to be back here...

and eager to see what other squads have come up with.

[Music Sting] [Electronic Voice] Prepare for total domination !

[Echoing] Domination ! Domination ! Isn't that Sparky ?

Thank you, Rancho Carne Toros, and good luck.

[Announcer] And now, the Mighty Muskrats... Thanks.

of Mesa Cucamonga !

- Spirit fingers. - They stole our routine !

Y�all ready for this

Keep that Trojan spirit up !

[ Cheer Continues ]

It's the curse. What ?

The Spirit Stick curse. Will you lay off with that ?

There's no curse, and you're not going to Hades.

News flash ! Look around. We are in Hades !

[Man] Rancho Carne! You're up next !

[Announcer] And now, from San Diego, California,

the five-time national champions,

the Rancho Carne Toros!

Yeah ! Yeah ! [ Cheering ]

I bet this is good.

[Cheering Continues]

[Music Sting] [Electronic Voice] Prepare for total domination !

[Echoing] Domination ! Domination ! Domination !

[Same Music Begins]

Didn't we just see this routine ?

Y�all ready for this

[ Gasping ]

[ Laughing ]

[Music Stops]

- [ Panting ] - What the f--

[Plastic Bottle Clattering]

[Announcer] Ahem.

The Rancho Carne Toros, ladies and gentlemen.

[Polite Applause] Go, Toros !

Did they screw up.

That was, um, interesting.

Nice job ! Y'all should�ve just stuck with our routines.

- [ Scoffs ] - Yeah.

- Don't worry. We'll send you a postcard from nationals. - Six, seven, eight.

[Announcer] Next up, the Fighting Beavers of San Bernardino.

Torrance Shipman ? Yes.

Tad Freeman, Universal Cheer Association. We have a problem. A problem ?

[Freeman] Oh, yes, a very big problem. Hey.

I don�t know if you can imagine... Hey.

the incredible sense of deja vu I experienced as I was watching that last routine.

It tends to make me suspicious-- I wouldn�t just now.

What ? Official cheer business.

Come on. It's me. Hey, Torrance !

You see, l-- [ Mouthing Words ]

That was smooth. Real smooth.

I'll see her later. All righty.

Oh, uh, by the way, nice spirit fingers. Yeah.

Well, here's another.

Thanks.

Obviously your Toros aren't the only squad with this particular routine.

Does the name Sparky Polastri mean anything to you ?

Sparky Polastri ? Mm-hmm.

Apparently he's been peddling this same routine up and down the California coast.

Six squads total.

We're holding an emergency session of the discretionary panel.

About what ? We've never had a situation like this before.

We really should disqualify you and-- No, don't punish the squad.

It was my choice to hire Sparky, not theirs.

Don't penalize everyone for my bad judgment.

But since there's no precedent for this,

there's nothing in the rule books that forbids it.

It's simply frowned upon,

and I suppose we can't disqualify you on those grounds alone.

As defending champions, you are guaranteed a bid to Florida,

but know that we'll be watching you.

And don't expect to show up at finals with that routine.

[Announcer] Taking the floor now--

What are you doing ? You're wrecking everything built !

It�s not totally her fault. I hooked up--

This season should have been gravy, okay ?

I handpicked the squad, I delivered an idiot-proof routine.

- Platter, nationals, hello ! - Don't you mean a stolen routine ?

Oh. Don't be so naive, Torrance.

Look, the truth is I was a real leader, okay ?

I did what I had to do to win at nationals,

and ever since I handed the reins over to you, you've run my squad into the ground !

If I made any mistake as a squad leader, it wasn't borrowing cheers.

It was announcing you as my successor.

Uh-uh. Not cool.

Hey, Tor. Tor. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Let me go. I just wanna get out of here. Hey, Big Red's a bitch.

We all know that. Even she knows that.

I don't know what to do here, Aaron.

Look. I know I haven't always been there for you since I went to college.

It's been a rough transition, for both of us.

But I still care about you as much as I ever did. You know that, right ?

You do ? Of course.

Which is why I hate to see you like this, all stressed out.

It's not good for you.

You're a great cheerleader, Tor, and you're cute as hell.

It�s just that maybe-- [ Sighs ]

Maybe...

you�re just not captain material,

and there's nothing wrong with that.

Maybe you should consider letting Courtney and Whitney take over the squad.

They�re just like Big Red. You want me to give up captain ?

Hey, let them deal with the politics.

You just do what you do best, Tor. You cheer.

Cheer, Tor. Okay ?

I just wanna see you happy.

Bye. Mm.

Mmm.

Sleep tight, sweetie.

[ Sighs ]

Friend of yours ?

He's my boyfriend.

Look, Cliff, I can explain.

No. It's cool.

Here, um, I made you a tape too.

Cliff--

Hey, Torrance, uh, it�s me, Cliff.

Um, here's, uh--

I wrote something, uh, for you, so here it is. [Clears Throat]

Oh, Torrance

Can�t stand your cheerleading squad

But I love your pom-poms

I'd feed you bonbons all night

One, two, three, four! [Hard Rock]

Yeah, you got me to feel all those butterflies inside

In your locker I would hide The truth

It's only you I see

And you're just what I need

I'd bring you flowers everyday

Just to roll you in the hay

Well, I'm feelin' fine I'm right on time

I know I'll get my way

And you�re just what I need

And you�re just what I need

Not everything works as it seems

Is that so hard to believe

'Cause you're just what I need

And you�re just what I need

Not everything works as it seems

Is that so hard to believe

Yeah

[ Sighs ] Aaron called us last night.

He told us you're turning the squad over to us.

Just because you bit the big one as captain,

does not mean we're gonna be super hard on you.

Oh. We'll treat you as if you...

didn't screw us into the ground.

Gee, thanks. Everyone.

Torrance is not to be harmed.

We've already decided on a course of action.

We're gonna forego nationals this year.

- [ Sighs ] - [Whitney] Everyone's already agreed to it.

Uh, except me. And me !

- Both of you can be replaced. - [Torrance] I can't believe you guys.

The only person who can officially resign the post of captain is the captain,

and I'm not going anywhere.

Then we'll have to overthrow you. Which we will !

Enough !

Our whole cheering career, we've staked our reputation on being the best,

the most inventive.

Now we finally have a chance to truly be original, and you're all running scared.

[Courtney] She's crazy. I am not crazy,

and I'm not resigning as captain either.

- You're gonna have to kill me first. - That can be arranged.

Shut it, Whitney ! Let her talk !

Look, I know I've screwed up royally as captain,

but I believe in this squad, and know we can bounce back from this.

I'm not saying it's gonna be easy. It's gonna be hard work.

We need a new routine, something amazing and fresh,

and we've got less than three weeks till nationals,

but if we can do it, if we can pull this off,

then we can really call ourselves original.

Now who's with me ?

All right ! Yeah. Yeah !

Yeah !

How 'bout it, girls ? It's gonna be hard without you two.

[ Sighs ] Fine.

Sure. Whatever.

Okay. Let's do this.

[Torrance] We�re gonna devote every waking hour to practice--

before school, in between classes and after school.

Afternoon practices will have to be twice as long.

We've gotta do whatever it takes to be in perfect physical shape.

Yeah. You can go a little harder.

Yeah, that feels good. Maybe we should join the squad.

Push. Oh, yeah. Fag !

[Torrance] And since the football team sucks no matter how hard we cheer,

we'll use night games to practice too.

But that�s not all.

We�re gonna study other types of movement, from swing dance...

to interpretive dance, ...you grow and you grow and you bloom !

even mime.

We'll draw inspiration from martial arts, Hah !

musicals, everything.

You guys know we�ve got the talent.

We've just gotta work our asses off and trust our instincts-- all of our instincts.

[Loud Rock] [Aluminum Can Clattering]

Tor ! Wha-- Wow ! What are you doing here ?

Just wanted to come by and see you. Is this a bad time ?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm super busy. I'm workin' on this project--

Yeah, you sound super busy.

I guess that's it. You were too busy to believe in me.

Oh. No, no, but wait.

You weren't too busy to sell me out to Courtney and Whitney, were you ?

Gee, now I'm confused.

Well, I hope you're not too busy to hear this.

Kiss my ass, Aaron ! It's over !

- [ Scoffs ] - [ Gasps ]

You're a great cheerleader, Aaron.

It�s just that...

maybe you're not exactly boyfriend material.

Bye-bye.

You're a cheerleader ? [ Disgusted Sigh ]

U.C.A. just posted the nationals list on the Internet. East Compton isn't on it.

They couldn't raise the money in time.

- They're not going. - What do you mean, "They're not going" ?

Torrance, that's good news.

They cannot not go. That's not good news.

What are you talking about ? They don't go, we win. Once again we're the best.

I define best as competing against the best there is out there and beating them.

- They have to go. - [ Sighs ]

It's so unfair. The first inner-city squad to get a bid, and they can't afford to go ?

Look, Mom. Her head is spinning off into another dimension. Justin !

The company gets hit up for money all the time, honey. I just can't.

It's not that much money, Mr. Level-Playing-Field.

Tell them the deal. Maybe they'll wanna help.

Yeah ? Okay, I'll make the call,

but they'll probably say no.

Don't let them. Think of how much it'll mean to East Compton.

They deserve to go.

Do the right thing, Dad !

Did that just happen ? Yeah.

"Where we come from, 'cheer' is not a word we hear very often."

"They should call us 'inspiration leaders' instead."

Oh, that's deep. I like that.

I don't know why we writin' to some talk-show host.

It's like we beggin' for charity. It's not charity.

Pauletta Patton's from our neighborhood.

- She'll understand why we need the money. - Tell her we need to buy donuts.

- Her big butt will understand that. - Ha-ha !

- Stop being counterproductive, all right ? - Lava, please...

stop teaching her these big words before she choke on one.

No, better I choke you, Lafred.

- Look, Jenelope-- - You guys, stop ! Please.

Damn ! [Sighs]

Well, tell her about the late-night practices we been having.

There you go. That's the kind of stuff she wants to hear about.

Now we're talkin'.

[Door Bangs Open]

You guys have to go to nationals.

- Did you come up here just to tell me that ? - Here.

I got my dad's company to sponsor you guys. What is this, hush money ?

No. Oh, right. It�s guilt money.

You pay our way in and you sleep better at night...

knowing how your whole world is based on one big, old fat lie.

Well, you know what ?

- [ Scoffs ] - We don't need you.

Why do you have to be so mean ? I'm just trying to do the right thing here.

I'm trying to be strong for my squad, okay ? That's what a captain does.

Well, I'm a captain too, you know, and I'm trying to make it right.

You wanna make it right ?

Then when you go to nationals, bring it.

Don't slack off because you feel sorry for us.

That way, when we beat you, we'll know it's because we're better.

I'll bring it.

- Don't worry. - I never do.

Yeah, your parents just have to sign it.

I didn't do anything !

Bye. Bye, Tor.

I listened to your tape. I loved it.

Great. Can I talk to you ?

I was upset that night. Aaron gave me a ride home.

It was just a good-night kiss. It meant nothing.

Oh. I'm sorry.

And I wanted you to know that... I broke up with him.

Congratulations.

He didn't believe in me.

You did ! Whatever.

That's important to me ! You believed in me !

A groovy kind of way A groovy kind of way

A groovy kind of way A groovy kind of way

A groovy kind of way A groovy kind of way

- A groovy kind of way A groovy kind of way - Bite me.

Hanging out with the airheads has really sharpened your verbal skills, huh ?

- Screw you. - Said the cheerleader.

That's right, I am a cheerleader, and you're a dumb ass.

Torrance likes you.

Okay ? She likes you.

She has an odd way of showing it. Don't be stupid.

She broke up with her boyfriend for you. Yeah.

Look. Do us all a favor and get over yourself and tell her how you feel.

I thought I had.

Well, try again.

And let me give you a little tip from a cheerleader.

Be aggressive. Be-ee aggressive.

[Announcer] Now back to Pauletta !

Thank you. Thank you.

Today on Pauletta it's "Wish Day" !

[ Audience Cheering ]

[Pauletta] Today's letter comes from East Compton, California.

"Dear Pauletta: Where we come from...

"cheer is not a word that you hear very often,

"but that's what we are, the cheerleaders of East Compton High School.

"They should really call us inspiration leaders, because that's what we do.

"We inspire the people from our neighborhoods...

"to believe that our team can win.

"That's why we're asking you to fulfill our wish...

to send us to the national cheerleading competition for the first time."

Well, Clovers, you got your wish.

Audience, the East Compton Clovers !

[ Audience Cheering ]

Hi, Pauletta. We just wanna say how thankful we are for all of your help.

Pauletta, you my girl ! You the bomb, baby !

Ooh, Pauletta, girl, we love you so much, girl.

You don't have to lose a pound. We love you the way you are !

- [Audience Chuckles] - We're gonna make you an honorary Clover for life.

Thank you so much. Yeah !

[ Clovers Shouting ] [ Audience Cheering ]

[Pauletta] Ooh ! I�m gonna look good in this, y'all.

[Audience Laughing]

So, your family coming ?

I don't know if Cliff's coming.

I totally blew it with Cliff.

Forget it. My brother's an idiot.

You're his sister. You don't see him like I do.

Yeah, and that's a good thing, 'cause that would be a crime.

Hey, ladies, wanna see my Spirit Stick ?

[ Line Ringing ]

[Girls Shouting] [Clattering]

[ Line Ringing, Clicking ]

Hey, this is Cliff. Leave a message after the-- [ Plucks Guitar String ]

- [ Answering Machine Beeps ] - [ Dial Tone ]

Hello. Hello ?

[Man] Lock your door. Bolt your windows.

Daytona, Florida, has been invaded by teenage cheerleaders.

And what do they want ?

The chance to be the number one cheerleading squad in the country.

You know, in high school, I couldn't pay a cheerleader to talk to me.

Now, I'm surrounded by 'em, and let�s face it,

any sport that combines gymnastics, dance and short skirts is okay by me.

ESPN2 welcomes you to sunny Daytona, Florida,

for the Universal Cheer Association Nationals 2000.

[TV Commentator] Fifty squads from fifty high schools across the nation...

are gathered here to duke it out.

You wanna talk pressure ? Ha-ha. These kids are feelin' it.

One individual mistake can cost a squad everything.

Who's got spirit ? We do, baby. Only on the Deuce.

[ Chattering ]

Hey. Watch goin' out of bounds. They deduct like crazy for that stuff.

You goin' for sainthood or somethin' ?

You don't wanna blow it on something tiny.

Me and my squad made it to the big show without your help.

I think we can handle it.

Stay in bounds ! If any of you step outside that ugly blue carpet, you are dead.

- Happy ? - Yes.

Tell your girl on the end she's about a half second early on all her moves.

- Okay, I will. Happy ? - Yep.

Hey, remember. Bring it.

And what the hell was that about ?

It's boom, boom. [ Indistinct ]

We just understand each other, that's all.

All right, let's do this. One, two, three. Clovers !

[Crowd Cheering]

[Crowd Groaning]

[ Loud Cheering ]

The field has been narrowed, and the advancing squads will move on to tomorrow's finals.

Defending champs, the Toros, have managed to come back...

from a humiliating showing at regionals,

but the real Cinderella story here, of course, is the Clovers of East Compton, California.

[Girl] Kasey's popping zits again.

Gross, Kasey. You're totally bedaubing the mirror.

Clean it off. Okay, okay !

I don't know what's scarier, neurotic cheerleaders or the pressure to win.

I could make a killing selling something like Diet Prozac.

[ Sighs ] Thank God you're here this season, Missy.

I couldn't have done it alone.

Oh. Tear. No, I mean it !

[ Laughing ]

[Cheerleaders Practicing Cheers]

Shut up ! You don't have it yet, you don't have it !

Give it up already !

[TV Commentator] Daytona, Florida, day number two.

By sundown, only one squad...

can call themselves U. C.A. NationaIChampions2000.

Shit !

Where the hell are my spanky pants ?

[Girl] What's that on his head?

Don't be shy, ladies. Donations are always welcome.

Hey, babe. Are you in a giving mood ?

Sure.

- Aah ! - Get lost, freak,

or I'm gonna tell your friends that you were at a cheerleading competition.

- You wouldn't. - Oh, I would.

- Hey, I recognize these. - [ Disgusted Sigh ]

That was perfect. Your basket toss was amazing, and no one saw that landing.

Really ? We should find your tooth.

[Shouting, Whooping]

[Public-Address Announcer] ...Colorado Springs, Colorado ! Hey.

That last lift you did was amazing.

Thanks. Hey, good luck out there.

Thanks, man. I'm Les.

I'm-- I'm Tim. It's nice to meet you.

Hey, I'll, uh, see you around ? Yeah.

Okay, now focus and don't be nervous.

- I'm not nervous. - No, just try not to think about the stakes, okay ?

I'm totally cool. I'm so ready.

The main thing that you must remember is always smile !

Sorry.

Man, my stomach is killin' me ! Yo, relax, girl.

You're makin' me even more nervous.

You guys, look. Gather up. Guys, we got this.

We have done this routine a million times. Just relax.

Forget about all those faces out there and just imagine that we're back at our school,

in our gym just doin' our thing.

- We'll be fine. All right ? - [Man] East Compton Clovers, you're up !

- All right, now let's do this, Clovers. - Yeah !

- All right, now let's do this, Clovers. - Yeah !

Raise the ceiling ! Let's go, baby. One, two, three !

- You know ! - [P.A. Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome from East Compton, California, the Clovers !

[ All Shouting ]

Who ! Ready ! Go !

[Hip-Hop]

Yeah ! Yeah !

[ In Unison ] You know !

[Music Stops]

- East Compton ! Come on ! - [ Loud Cheering ]

Who !

Yeah ! Let's go !

[P.A. Announcer] Let's hear it for the East Compton Clovers !

[Audience Cheering]

Okay, guys, let's go out there and do our best.

Nothing hits the floor. We stick it. Hands in.

Trust on three. One, two, three. Trust !

Go, Toros ! Yeah ! [P.A. Announcer] Welcome the five-time...

national champions from San Diego, California, Go, Toros ! Yeah !

the Rancho Carne Toros!

Yea ! Go, Toros !

Let's go ! [Hip-Hop]

[ In Unison ] Go, Toros !

All right !

[ In Unison ] Yeah !

[Crowd Cheering]

Yeah ! Oh !

[Crowd Roaring]

- Toros ! Yeah ! - Number one ! Yeah !

- Yeah ! - We're number one !

- Who ! - Who !

Yes !

- Number one ! - Yes !

[P.A. Announcer] Let�s hear it for the defending champions,

the Rancho Carne Toros!

[ Cheering, Whistling ]

[ Shouting, Screaming ]

[P.A. Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen, our five finalist teams...

have taken the stage, so please give a warm welcome to our emcees,

editor of Cheer Fashion magazine, Ms. Brandi Tattersol,

and U.C.A. president, Mr. Johnny Garrison.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for,

the award ceremony for U.C.A. 2000.

Five finalist squads, and only one...

will walk away with the grand prize trophy...

and a checkfor$20,000.

And so, in third place, from New Pope High School...

in New Pope, Mississippi, the New Pope Cavaliers !

- Let's hear it for 'em. - [ Crowd Cheering ]

- Well done, ladies. - [ Shrieking ]

[Garrison] And now, Brandi, would you do the honors ?

[Cheering Subsides]

And in second place-- and this was a tough decision,

as there were two outstanding performances this year.

In second place, from San Diego, California,

the Rancho Carne Toros!

Second place ? Hell, yeah !

[ Shouting, Screaming ]

- Yes ! - [Crowd Cheering]

- Yes ! - [ Torrance, Missy Shrieking ]

- All right ! - And now, the winners,

of this year's National High School Cheerleading Championships,

the East Compton Clovers of East Compton, California !

[Garrison] Congratulations, Clovers. Let�s hear it !

- Number one ! Yeah ! - We did it! We did it !

[ Shrieking, Shouting ]

Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it out there !

- [Crowd Cheering] - Let�s hear it for all of our squads !

Congratulations. You were great.

Torrance.

Whoa, nice check.

I just want to say, captain to captain,

I respect what you guys did out there.

You guys were good. Thanks. You were better.

We were, huh ? [ Chuckles ]

Yeah !

Look, my very own Spirit Stick.

So, you think the curse is broken ?

I don't believe in curses anymore.

Oh, really ? No.

Maybe we should burn that, just in case.

Right ! [ Laughing ] [ Laughing ]

Congratulations. Oh, thanks. [ Laughing ]

Uh, you remember my friend Torrance, right ?

Yeah, I think so.

We'll talk later. Les !

So, second place ? How's it feel ?

Feels like first.

[Crowd Cheering]

Oh, Mickey, you�re so fine

You�re so fine you blow my mind Hey, Mickey

Hey, hey Hey, Mickey

Hey, hey

Oh, Mickey, you�re so fine

You�re so fine you blow my mind Hey, Mickey

Hey, hey

Hey, Mickey

Oh, Mickey, you�re so fine

You�re so fine you blow my mind Hey, Mickey

Yes, I really think the-- [ Bleep ]

Oh, Mickey, you�re so fine

You�re so fine you blow my mind Hey, Mickey

I'm really stoked.

Go out there and do our best, okay ? Nothing's--

That's why think they think they can get away with--

Before we start, I'm gonna f-- I'm gonna--

Frickin' A ! Double frickin'.

What the hell is up ?

Hey, Mickey

You been around all night and that's a little long

You think you got the right and I think you got it wrong

Why can't you say goodnight so you can take me home, Mickey

[Man] Okay, let's do this !

'Cause when you say you will It always means you won't

You're givin' me the chills, baby Please, baby, don't

Every night you still leave me all alone, Mickey

Oh, Mickey, what a pity you don't understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

Oh, Mickey, you're so pretty can�t you understand

It�s guys like you, Mickey

Oh, what you do, Mickey Do, Mickey Don't break my heart, Mickey

Hey, Mickey

Now when you take me by the

Who's ever gonna know

Every time you move I let a little more show

There�s something we can use So don't say no, Mickey

So come on and give it to me any way you can

Any way you wanna do it I�ll take it like a man

It beats the hell out of a shattered skull. Think about it.

[ Laughing ]

Oh, Mickey, what a pity you don't understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

Oh, Mickey, you�re so pretty Can�t you understand

It�s guys like you, Mickey

Oh, what you do, Mickey Do, Mickey Don't break my heart, Mickey

[ Coughing ] [Man] Playback!

Oh, Mickey, you�re so fine You�re so fine you blow my mind

Hey, Mickey Hey, hey

Hey, Mickey Hey, hey

Oh, Mickey, you�re so fine You�re so fine you blow my mind

Hey, Mickey Hey, hey

Hey, Mickey

Oh, Mickey, you�re so fine You�re so fine you blow my mind

- Hey, Mickey - [ Crying ]

Hey, Mickey Hey, hey

Oh, Mickey, you�re so fine

You�re so fine you blow my mind Hey, Mickey

Hey, hey Hey, Mickey

That was shitty. I hated that one.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Yo, what's up

Let me explain this to you

See, I'm notional let you run me

How we�re gonna do it is I�m gonna run you

You, you got a lot of nerve

I guess you haven't heard

I'm doin' fine out here on my own

You, you think that you can come

Around here foursome fun

But, boy, you got a lot to learn

Don't shake your head from side to side

Sayin' that you've changed enough That you seen the light

'Cause you just say what you say to get your way

And it's that game that you play It's a little late

As if I'm ever gonna take you back

As if It's ever gonna come to that

So see you 'round wave good-bye

Be a bird pass me by

As if I�m gonna let you break my heart again

As if I'm ever gonna let your love back in my life

Not tonight Get a grip

Baby, as if

Come on, come on Oh, oh, oh, oh

Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah

Oh, oh

You

Seem to think that I I

Ain't got no sense of pride Pride

Boy, you got a weird perception now Yo

Of what is it to love Love

And I am sure because Because

You got a look of desperation

Don't shake your head from left to right

Sayin' that you will when you won't oversee the light

And you just say what you say to get your way

And it�s that game that you play It�s a little late

As if I'm ever gonna take you back

As if It's ever gonna come to that

So see you 'round wave good-bye Good-bye

Be a bird Pass me by

As if I�m gonna let you break my heart again

As if I'm gonna let your love back in my life

Not tonight Catch my drift

Baby, as if

[Lyrics Indistinct]

What do I gotta do to get this through to you

Don't shake your head from left to right

Sayin' that you've changed and now you're on my side

'Cause you just know you want some lucky charm

And it�s that game that you play I'm movin' on

As if I'm ever gonna take you back

As if It's ever gonna come to that

So be a dear, disappear

Maybe I'm not bein' clear

As if I�m gonna let you break my heart again

As if I�m gonna let your love back in my life

Not tonight Get a grip

Baby, as if

Uh-huh, uh-huhyeah

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Oh, oh No, no, no, no

As if I'm ever gonna take you back

As if As if It's ever gonna come to that

So see you 'round wave good-bye See you 'round

Be a bird Pass me by Wave good-bye

As if I�m gonna let you break my heart again

[Lyrics Indistinct]

As if I�m gonna let you break my heart again

As if I�m gonna let you try and be my friend

It's the end Take the hint

Baby, as if [Laughing]

I'm sexy, I'm cute I'm popular to boot

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 the school

Who am I, just guess Guys want to 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, who

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

[Crowd Cheering, Applauding, Whistling]