Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I communicate via interpretive dance^h^h^h^h^HGIF

Keep that Trojan spirit up!

Where’s this girl from Romania?!

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

Oh Devante! Tear.

I said Brr It's cold in here

Torrance has got the fever, people.

You don’t have it! Just give up!

And you flow and you...

BUTTERMILK BISCUITS

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

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

Malignant this, tool.

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

It's time to get busy!

You're the best. They know it.

Drop it on the one drop it on the one Drop it on the one drop it on the one

Everyone's already agreed to it.

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

Yes, I really think...

Prepare for total domination!

Hey, Mickey Hey, Mickey

Besides, Missy looks like an uber dyke.

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

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

You win the game We'll rock this joint

Omg girl why I'm I Soo ugly

Hey, I recognize these.

That was an over-share.

are gathered here to duke it out.

When, really, it was the angle at which she slammed into the ground.

Prepare for total DOMINATION!

Where the hell is this guy?

Hey! This wall tastes like dirt! Lick lick lick lick!

BRR IT'S COLD IN HERE There must be some Shiny Tauros in the Atmosphere

Titan Class(ic)

But I love my granddddson...

Dude, watch out for the camera.

the award ceremony for UCA 2000.

Giving it a little buff job. That's good.

Haaa kiss my ass sugar it is over The hell you mean kiss my ass? you ain't no Della Reese and this damn sure ain't no fukkin Harlem Nights

I Said Brrr, It's Cold In Here We Might Need some members in the atmosphere

That was smooth. Real smooth.

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

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

What are you talking about?

We might have to have a rumble.

At least they win shit occasionally. Oh, man, is that the best you got?

I just wanna see you happy.

Whoa, nice check.

Well, thank you, Rancho Carne Toros, and good luck.

Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.

your just not captain material

That can be arranged

All right, now let's do this, Clovers.

I'll be the experienced sophomore,

You. You have weak ankles.

What you hope happens the night before you get taped

Your captain Torrance

Malignant this tool

I went out on a limb for you, and you just bail?

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

Courtney'll get captain.

That's what a captain does.

Oh, Mickey, you're so fine

You put the "lude" in "deluded."

We logged the man-hours.

Where the hell is my Seahawks jersey

'Cause somebody feels like a cow!

They'll be pouring themselves into bed around dawn.

I want you on the squad.

back handspring, step out, round off,

be agile b-e agile

You're gonna pump our gas someday

at the UCA California Regionals, the East Compton Clovers!

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

What are you doing?

Oh, yes, a very big problem.

prepare for emergency descent.

You're in for a rude awakening. Get in.

That's right. Lots of people.

What's a Wolf's Wall?

I said there must be some Toros in the atmosphere

to interpretive dance...

Ryan Drummond: you don't have enough memory in your memory card! Ryan Drummond: is your memory card set correctly?

Medium outdoor golf gallery audience cheering applaud&whistling

Go Mountaineers…

I know you didn't think a white girl made that shit up

just because she broke her leg in three places.

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

What the hell is up?

Yo-ho, go, everybody!

Oh, that's attractive, Tor.

Let's hear it for the East Compton Clovers!

Big Red ran the show, man.

Oh, no. Look who's here.

"They should really call us inspiration leaders,

Aye aye, captain!

You get to yell like you care about something.

Yeah, Toros! Yeah!

You're not staying for the vote?

Mmm-hmm. Bye, baby.

I mean, what is that, from like the 1900s?