In any other sport if you miss the catch all you lose is the ball.
Cheerleaders are angels. We’re the only humans who can fly.
Any man can hold a girl’s hand but only the elite can hold her feet.
A good cheerleader is not measured by the height of her jumps but by the span of her spirit.
Torrance: This isn’t a democracy, it’s a cheer-ocracy. I’m sorry, I’m overruling you.
Courtney: You are being a cheer-tator, Torrance, and a pain in my ass!
Torrance: Do you know what this means? My entire cheerleading career has been a lie.
Missy: Well, look on the bright side – it’s only cheerleading!
Torrance: I *am* only cheerleading.
I don’t know what’s scarier: neurotic cheerleaders, or the pressure to win. I could make a killing selling something like “Diet Prozac.”
OK, so I never cheered before. So what? What about doing something that actually requires neurons?
Missy: See, I’m a hardcore gymnast. No way jumping up and down yelling, “Go, Team, Go!” is gonna satisfy me.
Torrance: We’re gymnasts too, except no beams, no bars, no vault.
Hey, ladies, wanna see my spirit stick?