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: What's your name? Fat Amy
: Fat Amy. Aubrey
: You call yourself Fat Amy? Fat Amy
: Yeah, so twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back.
: We will practice, and I trust you will add your own cardio. Beca
: Why cardio? Fat Amy
: Yeah, no don't put me down for cardio
: What are you doing? Fat Amy
: Horizontal running.
: I can sing, but I'm also good at modern dance, olden dance, and mermaid dancing which is a little different. You usually start on the ground. Aubrey
: Ooh. Fat Amy
: It's a lot of floor work. Aubrey
: I see that.
: That's actually a good idea. I have Bumper's number. Aubrey
: Why do you have Bumper's number? Fat Amy
: Ummmm... uhhhhhh... ummmmmm...
: The Trebles don't respect us, and if we let them penetrate us, we are giving them our power. Fat Amy
: Not a good enough reason to use the word 'penetrate.'
: This time I'm not gonna choke it down! Stacie
: Been there before...
: So, are you interested? Beca
: Sorry, it's just... it's pretty lame. Aubrey
: A-ca-scuse me? Synchronized lady dancing to a Mariah Carey chart-topper is not lame! Chloe
: We sing all over the world, and we compete in national championships! Beca
: On purpose? Aubrey
: We played the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Centre, you bitch!
: We shall begin by drinking the blood of the sisters that came before you. Beca
: Dude, no. Chloe
: Don't worry, it's Boone's Farm.
[Part of the Bella oath
: And I solemnly promise to never have sexual relations with a Treblemaker, or may my vocal cords be ripped out by wolves.
: As you can see, Kori is not here. Last night, she was Treble-boned. She has been disinvited from the Bellas. Beca
: That oath was serious? Aubrey
: Dixie Chicks serious!
: Hands in, a-ca-bitches!
: I know you have a toner for Jesse. Beca
: A what? Aubrey
: A toner. A musical boner. I saw it on Hood Night. It's distracting. Beca
: Yeah, that's not a thing, and you're not the boss of me. So...
: I can see your toner through those jeans! Beca
: That's my dick!
: Chloe, your voice didn't sound Aguilerian at all!
: [out of breath from learning choreography
] I should have taken that cardio tip more seriously. Aubrey
: How much have you done? Fat Amy
: You just saw it.
: Fat Amy? Fat Amy
: Yes, sir.
[Their bus starts to sputter and slow
: What the hell? Fat Amy
: It's pretty cool, actually... I think we're just running out of gas. Aubrey
: No, that can't be! You just filled the tank! Fat Amy
: Yeah, I did! And yet, maybe I didn't, because I got hit by flying Mexican food.
[the bus sputters to a stop
] Fat Amy
: And we're out. Aubrey
: A-ca-scuse me? Fat Amy
: A-ca-believe it!
: A-ca-huddle, now!
: Chloe, could you please get your head out of your ass? It's not a hat! Fat Amy
: I'm sorry, but I am my father's daughter, and he always says 'if at first you don't succeed'...
: 'pack your bags'.
: I won't disappoint you. My dad always says, if you're not here to win, get the hell out of Kuwait!
: Oh, we don't have ladders. Ladders represent a social hierarchy that's counterproductive to what we're trying to do here.
: Welcome to the Lodge of Fallen Leaves, where Fortune 500 companies send their employees to build teamwork skills. Beca
: You run this whole place? Aubrey
: You know, I realized that I had a knack for barking orders and bending people's wills, so I made a career out of it.