Sports & Sprains | |
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Interior. Sonic Boom. | |
Dez: | For as long as I can remember, it's been my dream to be out on that court. There's nothing better than being in front of the fans, everyone screaming. I mean, what little boy doesn't want to grow up to be a cheerleader? |
Austin: | I can think of one. |
Ally: | I think it's great you're trying out for the cheerleading squad, Dez. |
Trish: | What are you guys doing? |
Ally: | I'm interviewing Dez for the school paper. |
Austin and Trish: | We have a school paper? |
Ally: | Of course we do. I'm doing an article on school spirit week, and if they like it, they'll make me a reporter. |
Trish: | School spirit week? That's the lamest thing I've ever heard. (flatly) Yippee, school, rah rah rah. |
Ally: | You know, they're giving a thousand-dollar prize to the student who shows the most spirit. |
Trish: | (enthusiastically) Yippee! School! Rah rah rah! Go... Mustangs! |
Austin: | We're the Manatees. |
Trish: | Oh. Go... Manatees! |
Ally: | This is great. We're all getting into this. Go us! Okay. |
Dez: | So... what are you doing for school spirit week, Austin? |
Austin: | I don't really do any school stuff, unless you count homework. Actually, no, I don't do any school stuff. |
Trish: | Well, you are kinda busy. You do have a little thing called a singing career. |
Austin: | I know, but I should at least be able to do one thing. Let's see. I like photography, wood shop, lunch. I just wish there was something besides music that I was really good at. What? |
Ally: | You've gotta join the basketball team. |
Trish: | We have a basketball team? |
Austin: | That's it! I'm gonna play basketball! |
Dez: | And I'm gonna cheer for you. Woo! |
Ally: | I'm gonna write about it all. |
Trish: | And I'm gonna win $1,000. |
All: | Go... Manatees! |
Trish: | Mustangs! I mean Manatees! |
Theme song. | |
Interior. Marino High School. Gym. | |
Players: | Get it! Man... man up! Shoot it, shoot it! Yeah! Attaboy. |
Ally: | Austin Moon, the new starting point guard for Marino High... Was impressive in his first practice. |
Austin: | Aw, thanks, Ally. |
Ally: | Except for the three turnovers and eight missed free throws. |
Austin: | You know, you don't have to report everything. |
Ally: | So how does it feel to be on the team? |
Austin: | Great. When I'm out there, I'm not Austin Moon, pop star. I'm Austin Moon, one of the guys. Here's that autographed ball you wanted, Jim. |
Trish: | Guess who got a job as the basketball team manager? I clean dirty uniforms and wipe sweat off the court during games. |
Ally: | Sounds disgusting. |
Trish: | It is! If that doesn't show them school spirit, I don't know what does. Let's go, Manatees! I need those towels. I love washing gross, sweaty towels. Oh. Good times. Good times. |
Ally: | School spirit has really brought out the best in Trish. I give her a day before she cracks. |
Austin: | Hey, buddy. Good luck on your cheer leading tryouts. |
Dez: | Oh, I don't need luck. I've got a little thing called "talent". That's what I call my good luck charm... talent. |
Kimmy: | All right, you cheer hopefuls. It's time to line up. L-I-N-E U-P! Hey, Austin. |
Austin: | Hey, Kimmy. Just joined the basketball team. Wanna hang out? |
Kimmy: | You're cute, but no thanks. I only date athletes. |
Austin: | I said I just joined the basketball team. |
Kimmy: | Oh, I mean real athletes... Cheerleaders! |
Austin: | Seriously? |
Dez: | Hey, Kimmy. I'm here for cheer leading tryouts. Do you want me to start with the manatee cheer or a handspring? |
Chuck: | Not so fast, Red. |
Dez: | Chuck. You're trying out too? |
Chuck: | I'm not wearing a track suit and body glitter for nothing. |
Dez: | You're not making The Squad. There's not enough glitter in the world to make you a better cheerleader than me. |
Chuck: | First of all, I'm already a better cheerleader than you. And second of all, there's more than enough glitter in the world. I should know. My family's in the glitter business. |
Dez: | Good, then you'll have a job to fall back on when you don't make The Squad. |
Kimmy: | Easy, boys. I know you're both tough. |
Dez: | Oh, I am much tougher than he is. I'm so tough, Navy Seals wanna be me when they grow up. |
Chuck: | I'm so tough, when something bad happens, people don't say, "tough luck". They say, "Chuck luck". |
Dez: | I'm so tough, if I were a math problem, I'd be impossible to solve. |
Kimmy: | Okay, guys, let's channel all that aggression into a cheer. Chuck, you go first. |
Chuck: | M-a-n-a-t-e-e! Marino High is the team to beat! Yay! Go! Woo! |
Dez: | Is that all you've got? Ready? Okay! M-a-n-a-t-e-e! Marino High won't take defeat! Go team! Woo! |
Interior. Sonic Boom. | |
Trish: | Guess who made cookies for the basketball team. |
Ally: | Ooh, and they're manatee shaped. That's nice of you. |
Trish: | I had no choice. Darcy Pivnick made cupcakes for the football team. There's no way I'm gonna lose to that goody two-shoes. |
Ally: | That's the spirit. This tastes horrible. |
Trish: | Yeah, I ran out of sugar, so I just used sand. |
Austin: | Dez made the cheerleading squad! |
Dez: | So did Chuck, but I'm not worried. Because I'm gonna be Yell King. |
Ally: | Yeah, you will, because you're the best. Gimme a "B," gimme an "E"... |
Dez: | Ally, please. Leave the cheer leading to the pros. |
Austin: | How cool is this? I'm on the basketball team. You're writing for the paper. Dez is a cheerleader. |
Dez: | Woo! |
Austin: | Trish is pretending to care about school to win money. |
Trish: | I came up with a surefire way to win that money. To end spirit week, I've organized a huge concert in the school gym. |
Austin: | That's generous of you. |
Trish: | Actually, it's generous of you. You're the headliner. |
Austin: | Oh. Hey, Jimmy. |
Jimmy: | Austin Moon. I came by to tell you that I'm bringing the owner of the Miami Heat to your school concert. |
Austin: | You know about that? |
Jimmy: | Yeah, Trish told me. She sure has school spirit. |
Austin: | I can't believe the owner of The Heat's coming. |
Jimmy: | I'm trying to get you to perform at halftime during a Heat Game, so you've gotta impress him. |
Dez: | You should bring him by early to see Austin's basketball game. |
Austin: | Thanks, buddy. You think I'm good enough to make The Heat? |
Dez: | No. I want him to see me cheer. I could be a Heat cheerleader. I've got skills. Go team! |
Jimmy: | Congratulations on making the team, Austin. |
Austin: | Thanks. |
Jimmy: | Now quit. |
Austin: | What? |
Jimmy: | Austin, maybe I didn't make this clear when I signed you. You're not just a singer. You're a dancer, too. And I've got a lot of money invested in you. I don't want you doing anything that'll get you hurt. |
Dez: | I never even thought about that. Is it okay if I keep cheer leading? |
Jimmy: | Maybe I wasn't clear to you either. I don't care what you do. |
Dez: | Oh, so you're cool with me cheer leading? Thank you so much for your support, Jimmy. |
Ally: | Jimmy, I know you don't want Austin to get hurt, but he's still a kid. Now's the time we're supposed to be having fun, playing sports, taking risks. |
Trish: | This coming from the girl who wears a helmet when she jumps rope? |
Ally: | Hey, do you know how many people get injured jumping rope every year? |
Trish: | Zero? |
Ally: | Exactly, and I am not gonna be the first. |
Jimmy: | Sorry, Austin. |
Austin: | But... but, Jimmy, I really wanted to play basketball. It's the first time since my career took off that I've felt like a normal high school kid. |
Jimmy: | You've gotta quit the team. I hate to break it to you, Austin, but you're not a normal kid. |
Dez: | I know how you feel, buddy. People have been telling me I'm not a normal kid my whole life. Mmm, sand cookies. Just like the ones my grandma makes. |
Interior. Sonic Boom. Practice room. | |
Ally: | Hey, Austin. What are you doing? |
Austin: | Jimmy doesn't want me to do anything that can get me hurt, so I'm saying goodbye to all my fun stuff. Goodbye, skateboard. Goodbye, basketball. Goodbye, high-tops. |
Ally: | You don't have to get rid of this stuff. Actually, maybe you should get rid of these. Sorry. I know how much you wanna play basketball. |
Austin: | I didn't know that when my career took off that I'd have to give up being a regular kid. |
Ally: | I know it doesn't seem fair, but Jimmy's got a point. You could get injured and not be able to perform. |
Austin: | You're right. I'm gonna quit the team. |
Ally: | But on the other hand, you have your whole life to be a star. |
Austin: | You're right! I'm not gonna quit the team! |
Ally: | Then again, all your fans are counting on you. |
Austin: | Oh, you're right. I'm gonna quit the team. |
Ally: | But your team and your school are also counting on you. |
Austin: | You're right! I'm not gonna quit the team! Or am I? You're confusing me! |
Ally: | I think you should play basketball. Life is full of risks. That's why I wear a helmet when I jump rope and elbow pads when I make a salad. |
Austin: | How do you make a salad? Because I'm pretty sure you're doing it wrong. |
Ally: | I think you should follow your heart. |
Austin: | Then I'm gonna keep playing basketball. I wanna enjoy high school. |
Ally: | Good for you, Austin! |
Austin: | What are you doing? |
Ally: | I'm gonna go brush my teeth. |
Interior. Marino High School. | |
Ally: | Hey, Kimmy. Do you mind if I watch cheer practice for my article? |
Kimmy: | Sure. I just love it when people bug me when I'm busy. |
Ally: | Is that a yes or a no? I can't tell. You're just so perky. |
Kimmy: | I know. It's a gift. Today's a big day. We're picking our Yell King. It's down to those two cheer hunks over there. |
Ally: | Uh, where? All I see are Dez and Chuck. Oh yes, very hunky. |
Kimmy: | Are you boys ready for the game? |
Chuck: | You haven't decided who's gonna be Yell King yet. |
Dez: | It's gonna be me, because my cheers are the loudest. |
Chuck: | Oh yeah? My cheers are so loud, I get noise complaints... From dead people. |
Dez: | My cheers are so loud, they come with earplugs and a warning. "Warning! My cheers are loud". |
Chuck: | Well, my cheers are so loud, when I cheer in Florida, they tell me to keep it down... In Canada. |
Kimmy: | Okay, guys, I've got an idea. At tomorrow's game, you'll be co-Yell Kings. Whoever does the better job gets the title for the rest of the season! Woo! |
Dez and Chuck: | Co-Yell Kings? That's not fair! |
Kimmy: | Remember... always be cheery! |
Dez and Chuck: | Co-Yell Kings? That's not fair! Woo! Yay! |
Interior. Marino High School. Gym. | |
Dez: | Woo! Yeah! |
Kimmy: | Come on, co-Yell Kings, get the crowd going! Woo! Yeah! |
Dez: | Let's go, Manatees! Let's go! Woo! Yeah! |
Chuck: | Why you whispering, Red? Let's go, Manatees! Let's go! |
Dez: | You call that a yell? Make some noise! Woo! Yeah! |
Chuck: | You wanna hear some noise? I can't hear you! I can't hear you! |
Ally: | Austin's really good. This is so exciting. Yay! |
Trish: | The other team just scored. It's still exciting. |
Dez: | Stand up and cheer! Woo! |
Crowd: | Woo! |
Chuck: | Sit down and stomp your feet! |
Dez: | Do the wave! |
Chuck: | Clap your hands! |
Dez: | Do the wave! |
Chuck: | Clap your hands! |
Dez: | Do the wave! |
Chuck: | Clap your hands! |
Dez: | Do the wave! |
Chuck: | Hands! Hands! |
Dez: | Wave! Wave! |
Chuck: | Hands! Hands! |
Dez: | Wave! Wave! |
Ally: | Cool! They're doing my dance! |
Chuck: | Hands! Hands! Hands! |
Dez: | Wave! Wave! Wave! |
Chuck: | Hands! Hands! Hands! |
Dez: | Wave! Wave! Wave! |
Interior. Marino High School. Gym. | |
Dez: | Have you decided who's gonna be Yell King? |
Kimmy: | It's so hard to decide. You're both so handsome and cheery. |
Dez: | Stop it. |
Chuck: | I'll make this an easy decision for you, Kimmy. Step aside, Red. Yell King coming through. Woo! |
Dez: | Not bad. Now let me show you how a real man cheers. Woo!
Let's go, Manatees! |
Trish: | I really hope we score. |
Ally: | Yeah, it'd be nice for Austin to win his first game. |
Trish: | I don't care who wins. I just don't want it to go into overtime. I don't know how much longer I can pretend to like wiping up sweat. |
All: | Woo! |
Trish: | Austin? |
Ally: | Are you okay? |
Austin: | I don't know. I hurt my knee. |
Dez: | That's awful. How are you gonna dance at the concert tonight? |
Austin: | I don't know if I can. |
Dez: | Oh! That's why Jimmy didn't want you playing basketball. Huh! |
Interior. Sonic Boom. | |
Dez: | I got it. |
Ally: | Ow! |
Trish: | Oh! Dez! Be careful. |
Ally: | Seriously. Come on. |
Austin: | What am I gonna do? I'm supposed to perform at the school and Jimmy's coming. |
Ally: | He's gonna be so mad. He told you not to play basketball. |
Austin: | I know. |
Dez: | And he's bringing the owner of the Miami Heat. |
Austin: | I know! |
Trish: | And while we were at the hospital, I took five bucks out of your wallet to buy a snack. |
Austin: | I know. Wait, I didn't know that. |
Ally: | Why didn't you just listen to Jimmy in the first place? |
Austin: | Because you told me not to. |
Ally: | Yeah, I was hoping you forgot that. |
Austin: | Look, it's not your fault. I made the decision to play and I just have to be honest with Jimmy about my knee. |
Trish: | Here he comes! |
Austin: | Forget honesty! Help me hide it! Go go go. |
Ally: | Oh oh oh. |
Austin: | Ow. |
Ally: | Oh. Oh! |
All: | Jimmy! |
Austin: | 'Sup? |
Jimmy: | What happened to you? |
Dez: | I hurt my leg cheerleading. I know you told me not to. |
Jimmy: | I didn't tell you not to. |
Dez: | I should've been more like Austin and listened to you and not done the thing you told me not to do. |
Jimmy: | What? Man, I will never understand you. Hey, check this out. Usher played halftime at a Heat Game last night. |
Ally: | Oh wow. |
Trish: | Cool. |
Dez: | Check it out. |
Austin: | Oh. Look at that. |
Jimmy: | You can't see it from there. Get over here. |
Austin: | Oh, that is cool. |
Jimmy: | That could be you if you put on a great show tonight. |
Austin: | Oh, it'll be great. Just me sitting on a stool, playing my guitar. |
Jimmy: | Better not be. My friend from The Heat's expecting the full Austin Moon experience. Singing, dancing and more dancing. |
Ally: | Are you sure he wouldn't like singing, sitting and more sitting? |
Jimmy: | Hilarious. Austin, I'll see you tonight. Break a leg. |
Dez: | Would a knee work? |
Interior. Marino High School. Gym. | |
Ally: | There's no better way to end spirit week than with an Austin Moon performance. Will he pull it off? Or will his knee buckle under the pressure? |
Jimmy: | Did you just say his knee's gonna buckle? |
Ally: | No. I said "he". "Will he buckle under the pressure?" That was close. |
Trish: | Fellow students, this performance was brought to you by Trish De la Rosa. In honor of school spirit week. Because no one loves Marino High more than me. Go mustangs! |
Dez: | It's the Manatees! |
Trish: | You know what I meant. |
Living in the Moment. | |
Dez: | The wire's taking all the pressure off Austin's knee. |
Interior. Marino High School. | |
Ally: | Check it out. I'm a reporter now. My article on spirit week made the front page of the school paper. |
Austin: | Nice! We really do have a paper. I thought you were just making that up. |
Ally: | Hey, I heard you officially quit the basketball team. Sorry you can't have a normal teenage life. |
Austin: | Nah, I'm okay with it... Because I get to perform halftime at a Heat Game! |
Ally: | Congrats, Austin. We should go get milkshakes to celebrate. I'll grab my safety gloves. |
Austin: | How do you drink milkshakes? |
Trish: | Guess who just won school spirit week. I'm meeting Kimmy here to collect my prize money. |
Kimmy: | Here you go, Trish... 1,000 manatee dollars! |
Trish: | What? What's a manatee dollar? |
Kimmy: | You use them to buy merchandise at the school store. You're so lucky! |
Trish: | You mean I did all that spirit stuff for nothing? |
Kimmy: | Not for nothing. You can buy manatee backpacks, manatee lunchboxes, manatee notebooks, manatee pencils... |
Trish: | What kind of doof would want any of that junk? |
Dez: | Guys! Check it out! The school store is having a sale... I got a manatee backpack, manatee lunchbox, manatee notebook, manatee pencils, manatee yoga mat, manatee clogs, manatee dance pants, manatee legwarmers... |
Interior. Marino High School. Gym. | |
Dez: | Hey, guys, great news. Kimmy picked Chuck to be Yell King. Oh! |
Trish: | Why is that great news? I thought you wanted to be Yell King. |
Dez: | I did, until I found out what Yell King had to do at halftime. Mmm! |
Chuck: | Why did I want to be Yell King? I'll get you for this... Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzz! |
Dez: | You know what? He is louder than me. Woo! |
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