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

Carver: She puts the "ass" in "massive."

Darcy: You put the "lewd" in "deluded."

Whitney: She puts the "itch" in "bitch."

Courtney: She puts the "whore" in "horrifying."

Sparky: Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded.

Courtney: Why do we all have to diet?
Sparky: Because! In cheerleading we throw people into the air. And fat people don't go very high.

Toros Squad: That's all right. That's OK. You're gonna pump our gas someday.

Courtney: Let's not put the "duh" in dumb!

Courtney: I hate to be predictable, but I don't give a shit!

Whitney: Don't play dumb. We're better at it then you.

Courtney: You're having cheer-sex with him!

Aaron: We'll be reunited at Cal Sate Dominguez Hills! I'll be the experienced sophomore, you'll be the hot new freshman. It'll be just like high school, only better. Dorm rooms.

Football Announcer: Our next defeat is scheduled for next Tuesday.

Missy: You speak fag?
Les: Oh, fluently.

Jan: Hey ladies, wanna see my spirit stick?

Big Red: You are all fine athletes, thanks in most part... to me.

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

Jan: You know, all the cheerleaders in the world wouldn't help our football team.
Les: It's just sad. Cheering for them is just plain mean!

Jan: You know everyone just comes to see you ladies anyway.
Missy: Right, because we're such fine athletes.
Jan: Oh, live with it! You'll be fighting off major oglers, while we defend our sexuality.
Missy: What is your sexuality?
Les: Well, Jan's straight, and I'm... controversial.

Isis: Hey! Enjoy the show?
Lava: Yes, were the ethnic festivities to your liking today?

Isis: 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.
Torrance: Oh, I'll bring it. Don't worry.
Isis: I never do.

Torrance: You know, mothers have killed to get their daughters on squads.
Christine: That mother didn't kill anybody. She hired a hit man.

Courtney: This isn't about cheating. It's about winning. Everyone in favor of winning?

Torrance: Awesome, oh wow! Like, totally freak me out! I mean, right on! The Toros sure are number one!

Torrance: Ever been to a cheerleading competition?
Missy: What do you mean, like a football game?
Torrance: No, not a football game, those are like practices for us.

Missy: See, I'm a hardcore gymnast. No way jumping up and down yelling "Go Team Go!" is gonna satisfy me.

Torrance: Look, we're the shit, the best. We work hard, have fun, and win national championships. I'm offering you a chance to be a part of that.

Aaron: You're a great cheerleader, Tor, and you're cute as hell. Maybe you're just not "captain" material.

Torrance: So, is that your band or something?
Cliff: The Clash? Uh... no. It's a British punk band, circa 1977 to 1983, original line up anyway.
Torrance: How vintage!

Jan: They don't go, we win; once again, we're the best.
Torrance: I define best as competing against the best there is and beating them. They can't not go.

Aaron: Big Red's a bitch, we all know that! Even she knows that!

Sparky: When you go on a diet, your body eats its stored fat cells, and if you're very lucky, Darcy, your body will eat your ass!

Torrance: My whole cheerleading career has been a lie.

Torrance: Courtney, this is not a democracy, it's a cheerocracy. I'm overruling you.

Missy: All right, let's get it over with. Hey, Torr, get over here.
Torrance: Why?
Missy: My brother wants to check out your rack.

(Torrance is stressed after knowing they had stolen Clovers' routine)
Missy: It's only cheerleading!
Torrance: I *am* only cheerleading.

Cliff: People cheer for cheerleaders?

Jenelope: Can we beat these Buffies down so I can go home?

Toros Squad: I'm sexy! / I'm cute! / I'm popular to boot! / I'm bitchin'! / Great hair! / The boys all like to stare!