Pitch Perfect 3 (2017)
Emily: Alright ladies, pick up your tits we're going out!
Chloe: What do you mean we're going out?
Emily: What do you mean what do I mean? We just sucked balls in front of DJ Khaled.
Fat Amy: Listening.
Emily: He's staying at that fancy casino hotel across the street. Okay, I say we all get up. We get dressed! We go over there and we show him that we are not a joke!
Fat Amy: Emily, I... can't believe that a half decent idea came out of your dumb mouth.
Emily: Thank you.
Fat Amy: Okay. So let's get tarted up.
Fat Amy: And... Tarted
Aubrey: It sounds like tatted.
Fat Amy: No, we get tarted up.
Beca: She means tatted.
Fat Amy: [points at Flo] She's the caramel tart.
[points at Cynthia]
Fat Amy: She's the chocolate tart.
[points at Beca]
Fat Amy: You're the vanilla tart.
Beca: Thanks babe.
Fat Amy: [points at Chloe] hmm...
Emily: Oh tarted.
Aubrey: Oh, taaarted. Tarted
Fat Amy: If it's easier, we'll just say slutty.
Beca: Guys, we've never competed against bands that actually have instruments. So what's the plan?
Serenity: Aw, you guys just sing other people's songs, right? Like karaoke? That's so cute!
Calamity: I'm Calamity. This is Serenity, Veracity, and Charity.
Fat Amy: If I joined your group I could be obesity.
Fat Amy: [to their security detail at the military base in Spain] So this is first base. Will we be going to second base with you guys?
Beca: Are you sure about this?
Fat Amy: Have I ever let you down?
Beca: All the time.
Fat Amy: What?
Beca: You're very unreliable. It's like one of the hallmarks of your personality.
Fat Amy: You're not remembering all the times I've been awesome.
Chloe: Bellas, a toast.
[the other girls cheer]
Chloe: To the most amazing group of women I have ever known.
[they cheer again]
Chloe: I would do anything to sing with you guys again...
[on the verge of tears]
Chloe: Anything! I mean, really, I could just crap myself!
[after the Bellas escape from the yacht's explosion, as helicopters and boats arrive at the scene]
Fat Amy: I HATE CALIFORNIA!