All Cheerleaders Die

Tracy Bingham:
I'm not going to say you have a small dick, Terry, 'cause that would just be predictable. I mean, it's not big, and that's fine, but for the sake of the puppies, I just want to make sure you know how to use it. Three people in my seventeen years have made me come. Myself of course. This really sweet boy at camp the summer after freshman year. Lovely fingers on that boy. And then, not ten minutes ago, I got my frigging socks rocked off... by Maddy. But never by you, Terry.

Maddy Killian:
What the f*** is happening?

Leena Miller:
Somebody got f***ed. Somebody got killed. I'm going to gym.

Terry Stankus:
Mmm. Taste's like jelly beans. I'm like the cookie monster up in this b*tch. Oh, I hope that sh*t was gluten-free!

Terry Stankus:
[torturing Leena] It's a new and improved Terry. It's gonna be a hell of a season thanks to you and... you know I never got a straight answer on that. Girlfriend? Ex-girlfriend?

Maddy Killian:
[clamps a bear trap on his arm] Girlfriend, b*tch!

Martha Popkin:
[in Hanna's body] It's my fault. I crashed us and now god is punishing me.

Maddy Killian:
Martha was driving.

Martha Popkin:
[in Hanna's body] I was

Hanna Popkin:
[in Martha's body] She was

Maddy Killian:
Oh my god! I swear to god I'm going to kill somebody.