[about Chloe's vocal cord nodes]
Beca: Isn't that painful? Why would you keep performing?
Chloe: Because I love to sing.
Stacie: Yeah, it's like when my lady doctor told me not to have sex for six weeks, and I did it anyway.
Fat Amy: Well, at least it's not herpes. Or do you have that as well?
Bumper: You girls are awesome... ly horrible. I hate you. Kill yourselves. Girl power! Sisters before misters!
[Chloe has burst, stark naked, into Beca's stall while she's showering]
Chloe: You have to audition for the Bellas!
Beca: I can't concentrate on anything you're saying until you cover your junk.
Chloe: Just consider it! One time, we sang back-up for Prince. His butt is so tiny that I can hold it with, like, one hand.
Donald: Whenever you're ready, dude.
Cynthia Rose: [Scoffs and takes off her hat, revealing her pink hair] Yeah, hi. My name is Cynthia Rose.
Donald: Huh. Not a dude. It's not a dude.
Lilly: I ate my twin in the womb.
Jesse: Told you. Endings are the best part.
Beca: You're such a weirdo.
[Grabs and kisses him]
[Beca returns to her room after being released from jail]
Fat Amy: What up, Shawshank?
Cynthia Rose: Did you get yourself a bitch?
Fat Amy: Did they spray you with a hose?
Lilly: [quietly] I did a turn at County.
Luke: Can you get me lunch?
[tosses Jesse his wallet]
Jesse: Not another burger... You know, you are not going to be 22 forever.
Luke: [Luke raises his shirt, shows six pack] I think I'm good.
Beca: [Stares at Luke's abs] He's good
Jesse: So, what's your deal? Are you one of those girls who's all dark and mysterious, then she takes off her glasses and that amazingly scary ear spike and you realize that, you know, she was beautiful the whole time?
Beca: I don't wear glasses.
Jesse: Then you're halfway there.
Gail: The Barden Bellas went deep into the archive for that song, John. I remember singing it with my own a cappella group.
John: And what group was that, Gail?
Gail: The Minstrel Cycles, John.
John: Well, that's an unfortunate name.
Aubrey: Chloe, could you please get your head out of your ass? It's not a hat!
Fat Amy: A-ca-awkward...
Sigma Beta Frat Guys: [Chanting] Taking names, taking numbers, join our righteous frat! If you ain't pledging Sigma Beta, you ain't worth no crap!
Benji: That's a double negative!
Jesse: That's a lot of negatives.
Gail: Nothing makes a woman feel more like a girl than a man who sings like a boy.
Beca: You have a little something behind your ear.
Fat Amy: Leave it. It fuels my hate fire.
Aubrey: Hands in, a-ca-bitches!
Aubrey: 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.
Aubrey: This time I'm not gonna choke it down!
Stacie: Been there before...
Fat Amy: Give me the sharp weapon, I wanna put it up his butt!
John: The bad boys of a cappella have just gotten badder!
Gail: Whoo! That's right, John, I'm gonna have to excuse myself to freshen up the downtown.
John: Can I help?
