Whitney Quotes in Bring It On (2000)

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Big Red: I'm sexy, I'm cute, / I'm popular to boot.

Big Red, Whitney, Courtney, Darcy, Carver, Kasey, Torrance Shipman: I'm bitchin', great hair, / The boys all love to stare, / I'm wanted, I'm hot, / I'm everything you're not, / I'm pretty, I'm cool, / I dominate this school, / Who am I? Just guess, / Guys wanna touch my chest, / I'm rockin', I smile, / And many think I'm vile, / I'm flyin', I jump, / You can look but don't you hump, / Whoo / I'm major, I roar, / I swear I'm not a whore, / We cheer and we lead, / We act like we're on speed, / Hate us 'cause we're beautiful, / Well we don't like you either, / We're cheerleaders, / We are cheerleaders. /Roll call...

Big Red: Call me Big Red.

Whitney: I'm W-W-Whitney.

Courtney: C-C-C-C-Courtney.

[Courtney makes cat snarl]

Darcy: Dude, it's Darcy.

Carver: I'm big bad Carver. Yeah!

Kasey: Just call me Kasey!

Big Red: I'm... still Big Red, / I sizzle, I scorch, / But now I pass the torch, / The ballots are in, / And one girl has to win, / She's perky, she's fun, / And now she's number one, / K-K-Kick it Torrance, / T-T-T-Torrance!

Torrance Shipman: I'm strong and I'm loud, / I'm gonna make you proud, / I'm T-T-T-Torrance, / Your captain Torrance.

Whitney, Courtney, Darcy, Carver, Kasey, Torrance Shipman, Jan, Les: Let's go Toros. /We are the Toros, / The Mighty Mighty Toros, / We're so terrific, / We must be Toros.

Courtney: 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.

Whitney: [Courtney and Whitney notice Torrance flirting with Cliff] Oh, don't play dumb. We're better at it then you.

Courtney: You were having cheer-sex with him!

Courtney, Whitney, Darcy, Kasey, Missy, Torrance Shipman: [Cheering at the game] Aaaaaaalllll right! We're sweet! We got the whip, we can't be beat. We're the best, our team's too cool. We got the class to rock this school. Aww...

Isis, Lava, Jenelope, Lafred, Courtney, Whitney, Darcy, Kasey, Missy, Torrance Shipman: [Clovers join in, humiliating the Toros] Yeah! We bad, we got the team, we can't be had. We're the best, so score them points. You win the game, we'll rock this joint!

Courtney, Whitney, Darcy, Kasey, Missy, Torrance Shipman: Go Toros! Go Toros! Go, go, go Toros!

Isis, Lava, Jenelope, Lafred: Go Clovers! Go Clovers! Go, go, go Clovers!

Isis, Lava, Jenelope, Lafred, Courtney, Whitney, Darcy, Kasey, Missy, Torrance Shipman: Our game is fierce and we are hip, so get on back, you can't touch this! Our game is bad, we're without peer, so get that weakness outta here!

Isis, Lava, Jenelope, Lafred: Tried to steal our bit, but you look like shit! But we're the ones who are down with it!

Torrance Shipman: We should get Big Red a gift. Or at least someone should say something.

Courtney: Pass!

Whitney: Good riddance. I don't believe in osmosis.

Torrance Shipman: I'm not brown-nosing! She's the departing captain; she did a lot for this squad.

[Courtney and Whitney both give her looks]

Torrance Shipman: Oh, come on, both of you sucked before she whipped you into shape.

Courtney: Oh, whipped? Is that what that was?

Whitney: No one will miss Big Red, Torr. She puts the 'itch' in bitch.

Courtney: She puts the 'whore' in horrifying.

Torrance Shipman: You know, it's her last practice; how would you feel?

Courtney: Big Red has no feelings!

Whitney: Just testicles.

Whitney: [talking about Missy to Courtney] Excuse me, where did you park your Harley?

Cheerleaders: [Cheerleaders from opposing team] Hey, Toros! / That's right / The red black and white / Guess What / Guess What / You really SUCK!

Torrance Shipman: Hey...

Torrance Shipman, Courtney, Whitney, Kasey, Darcy, Missy, Jan, Les: That's all right. That's OK! / You're gonna pump our gas someday! / That's all right. That's OK! / You're gonna pump our gas someday!

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

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

Courtney: Some of us haven't spent the whole summer working out. Right, Carver?

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

Jan: Just tongue.

Whitney: Kiss my ass, Jan!

Jan: I'd love to.

Whitney: The piranhas...

Buck Gardner: What about the goddamn piranhas?

Whitney: They're eating the guests, sir.

Harlan: I guess the minister is coming to baptize father so he won't have to go to hell.

Whitney: He can't be baptized in a house. You gotta have water.

Harlan: We have lots of water.

Whitney: Not the right kind!

[while listening to the Eradicators perform during a school dance]

Whitney: That band is playing the strangest music. Who hired them?

Bob: You did, sweetums.

[watching the Eradicators perform at the prom]

Whitney: [confused] This doesn't sound like a Zillion Kisses.

Margaret: [giggling] Yeah, well, it doesn't look like them either.

Whitney: Wow, is that a new journal you got there?

Lorna: Yeah. It's a travel journal. For emotional callbacks.

Whitney: [about Lorna] Do you think she ever saw a cock before this class?

Beth: If she did, it was in a Botticelli.

Whitney: [about Lorna] She's homesick for Baltimore? We're in Rome for fuck's sake!

Lorna: Gosh! This village is so enchanting.

Whitney: Lorna, are you having a journal-gasm right now?

Lorna: Actually, yes. Multiple ones. I get to write about how beautiful this village is... and I get to write about what a raving bitch you are.

Lorna: [about Beth] Does she get, like, a really big allowance?

Whitney: No, it's more like an inheritance. Her mom died when she was twelve and, like, left her everything. And so she keeps her dad on an allowance.

Lorna: Really?

Whitney: Yeah. She could pretty much buy Slovakia if she wanted to.

Make-Up Woman: I make you pretty.

Whitney: Pretty for what?

Make-Up Woman: For the client.

Whitney: I love that Lorna's the only one of us that got any action last night.

Miroslav: Hey, I tried.

Whitney: Keep trying.

Lorna: Oh my gosh! Could we go?

Whitney: [Whispering to Beth] It sounds kind of gay.

Miroslav: [while taking a flyer for the harvest festival] Excuse me.

Whitney: Oh, we are so going to the harvest festival.

Whitney: [to Beth] Is he hot, or is he too Eastern Bloc?

Whitney: [to Miroslav] Come on, Borat, let's see what ya got.

Whitney: They're eating the guests, sir.

Taylor: What's more sexy than a man and his ironing board? Those perfectly pressed cuffs? Starch makes me horny. Mmm.

Whitney: Are you a dirty little slut that needs dry cleaning?

Whitney: Little early to be drinking, isn't it?

Aldo: It's five o'clock SOMEWHERE in the world.

Whitney: Yeah, but it's two o'clock here.

Aldo: And how are the coupons, Mrs. Brady?

Whitney: I already saved us ten bucks.

Aldo: You are gonna make a great wife someday.

Whitney: Is that a proposal, big guy?

Taylor: Oh, no way. Aldo loves variety. He could never settle for just one guy.

Whitney: Well, you know what? I'm just trying to distract myself while I give Taylor some space.

Aldo: Then knit me a sweater, homo.

Linda: Put your hands on my ass.

Whitney: But you're my boss.

Linda: Then do as you're told.

Taylor: How are the tampons, Whit?

Whitney: Why? You need one?

Taylor: Do your shoes match your bag?

Whitney: You're a lot more fun when you're not threatening me.

Whitney: No, no, I'm, uh, done chasing shadows; I'm here to lose my marbles.

Whitney: Oh no, are you okay? Oh my God!

Jimmy: What happened?

Whitney: I hit you with my car.

Jimmy: On purpose?