| Cliff: Did you say you want my sister on the squad? You attually refer to yourselves as 'the squad'. Missy: Thanks but no thanks. I plead temorary insanity. See, I'm a hardcore gymnast. No way jumping up and down screaming, 'Go team, go' is gunna satisfy me. Torrance: Look, we're gymnasts, too. Except no beam, no bars, no vault. Missy: No dice.Not interested. she moves to shut the door but cliff jams it open. Missy: What are you doing? Cliff: Nothing. I'm just interested in hearing Torrances' point of view. Missy: How do you even no her? Cliff: Aah, we're old friends. Torrance: Ever been to a cheerleading competition? Missy: Like, a football game? Torrance: 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 stands cheering. Cliff: People cheering cheerleaders? Torrance: That's right. Lots of people....Heres the thing Missy. We're the deal. The best. We have fun, we work hard, and we win national championships. I'm offering you a chance to be part of that. Cliff: Go for it, Missy. Think about it. You get to wear sassy little outfits and yell like you care about something....she's not the cheering type. Missy: You know what? Count me in. |