Bumper: Your weirdness is actually affecting my vocal cords, so I'm gonna need you to scoot! Skedaddle!
Chloe: So, are you interested?
Beca: Sorry, it's just... it's pretty lame.
Aubrey: A-ca-scuse me? Synchronized lady dancing to a Mariah Carey chart-topper is not lame!
Chloe: We sing all over the world, and we compete in national championships!
Beca: On purpose?
Aubrey: We played the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Centre, you bitch!
Gail: I think we have just seen some a cappella history being made, John.
John: And from an all-female group, Gail. I could never have called this one.
Gail: Never. Well, you are a misogynist at heart, so there's no way you would have bet on these girls to win.
John: Absolutely.
Tommy: Listen up, A-ca-ballers. I have been rejected by the Army, shoved into a Dora The Explorer backpack, and pushed into the girls' locker room wearing nothing but suspenders. But no matter. I am in the world that I love. And with the assistance of my boy Justin...
Justin: My liege.
Tommy: ...I launch this year's audition.
[whispers]
Tommy: Belly roll.
[while Justin is drumming on his stomach]
Tommy: The most recent ICCA national champion winners get to pick the audition song.
[Justin mimics cymbal crashing]
Beca: [whispering with other Bellas, excluding Aubrey and Chloe] All right nerds! Let's go with...
Bumper: Oh yeah, ladies. Gather around. Ready for a show.
Donald: Come on, baby bubble, wait in line.
Bumper: Yeah.
Donald: Yep.
Bumper: You want some of this.
Donald: I know you do.
Bumper: Nice!
Donald: Bumper and
Donald.
Bumper: Mmm-hmm.
Donald: Gettin' it... gettin' it.
Aubrey: I won't disappoint you. My dad always says, if you're not here to win, get the hell out of Kuwait!
Aubrey: Chloe, your voice didn't sound Aguilerian at all!