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It's hip-hop Barbie and her Wu-Tang Clan. You better get your friend before she gets the beat down. Oh, please do. We're not friends. We never were. Oh, boo! I could just cry! But I won't. Well, you will be crying when they beat you. When they beat us? Don't tell me you're not cheering with them anymore. I thought once you got black, you never go back. FYI, it doesn't matter whether I'm cheering with them or not. I know how good they are. Oh, you've lost your cheer sanity? If you think this pathetic little squad can even compete with us. Oh, I know they can. So you better bring it all, white girl. Oh, white girl. Remember when you used to be one? But, uh, don't act like you forget. You know we always bring it. White trash. Please let me go home. Look, Camille, I don't know what their routines are like, but I do know that they have a really good gymnast, so they'll probably throw some fancy stunts. But what you guys have that they don't is your spirit, so you really gotta go for it if you wanna win. You mean if we wanna win. What? Are you gonna let me cheer with you guys? I kinda have to for the way you stood up for us, Brittany. You called me Brittany. Don't get dressed, white girl. I don't have to. Oh, so she just knew I was gonna let her cheer, huh? No. But I was hoping you would. Come on, let's go whoop some PB ass, y'all. Hell yeah. We'll work on it. Yeah. Hey, what's up? He's gonna let me cheer with you guys. Cool. I guess you always get everything you want, huh? Not everything. We have that hotel room till noon. No surprise here, Pacific Vista, your homecoming king is Brad Warner. Yeah. I wanna celebrate. I'm sure it won't be with you. We only brought you here because we feel sorry for you. And we didn't want to dump you over the phone. Really? Well, if you wanted to break up with me, Winnie, then why'd you get us a room? And this year's queen is Winnie Harper. Congratulations. I had sex with Brad Warner. How do you like that, Brittany? I finally beat you at something. Now tell her, Brad. What are you doing? Brittany, Brittany, Brittany. For once, it's not gonna be all about you. Now tell her. Okay, babe. Babe, babe, okay, I know this looks bad. Okay, it's not as bad as it sounds. I was thinking of you the whole time. What, the whole two minutes? Winnie, thank you. What? Brad, I can't tell you how much of a relief it is not to be your girlfriend anymore. Because, well, you're a pig. You're just too much of a backstabber to have any real friends. But there is one thing you're right about. I don't have what it takes to be a pirate anymore. You guys enjoy the rest of your night. Looks like we're finally about to get some snow on campus. Look, y'all. Ball baby must have got separated from her mother. What's she doing here? I don't know. This ain't the OC. Maybe she's lost. Yo, Pop-Tart, you got any black in you? No. You want some? Oh, you did. OMG, look what you did. Well, it's not like it's real. For real? And how would you know? Because this one is real. Oh, that's nice. My mama bought me this purse. Oh, I love mama. Well, your mother must shop at the swap meets because that knockoff sucks. Oh, I know, you didn't just talk about my mama. Karisha, hold my ----. Wait a second. Come here. Don't do this. You're going to get suspended. So? You think I'm going to let this little Barbie-looking heifer come up here and talk about my mama? Heifer? Did you just call me fat? And I did not just talk about your mama. FYI. You did. You speak I-N-W. Oh, no, this girl done called you the N-word. Take them. I would never. Some of my best friends live next door to black people. Oh, hell no. Come here. Come on. We're going to be late to class. Yes, you're right, girl. We better go. I ain't trying to get attention. Count your blessings, white girl. Because you just got lucky. Don't touch it. I feel scared. Maybe a little nauseous, but I definitely don't feel lucky. Oh, hold on now. What is this? LA app? I have my ears pierced. Hello, Sherlock. Another piercing? They're my keys, you perv. You can get the girl her bags. Thank you. Is this English? Are you Mrs. Webster? It is. I am, and you're late. Well, I was going through airport security. Class, meet Brittany Allen. She's a transfer from Pacific Vista High. She's one of those PV bitches. Well, Miss Allen, have a seat and copy the board. You want me to copy all of that? Can't you just give it to me in, like, a book? Unfortunately, we don't have enough books for everybody. And I'd hate to single you out by giving you one of your own. We wouldn't want the other students to think that you are more important than they are, now would we? No. Good guess. You can email it to me! You think if we don't have books, we would have computers? I'm glad you have a sense of humor. Now find a seat. Good morning, graduates. Excuse me. What the hell? Get your ass out of my face! Mrs. Webster, our own Officer Don needs a deposition from you regarding yesterday's lockdown. Please come to the administration office. Class, I'll be right back. Can't you just, like, give it to me in a book and then my servants can learn it for me? And then I can spend, like, all day brushing my hair. Do you have any organic grains?