So what? A few teams challenged us. That happens, like, on a daily. Uh, no, there are...

Destiny: So what? A few teams challenged us. That happens, like, on a daily.
Willow: Uh, no, there are dozens.
Hannah: Yeah, we're cheer chum in the water, and there's a feeding frenzy.
Destiny: It's not that bad.
Willow: Don't act like you're not sweating through your sports bra over this. Destiny, we need to shake things up. Draw out our old routines and start fresh.
Destiny: Okay, first of all, I don't sweat, I glisten. And we're not gonna throw out all of our *winning* routines just because some team challenged us, Willow.
Willow: Look, we've been doing a version of the same stuff for years.
Destiny: I'm the one who led us to number one. So why would I want anything to change?
Willow: For starters, we lost four of our boys.
Destiny: What?
Willow: Destiny, we're sinking. And the boys are jumping ship.
Destiny: Like rats who will drown without me.
Willow: We're all gonna drown if we don't do something.
Destiny: It's simple! We'll replace the boys we lost.
Willow: The season's started. All the good ones are already taken.
Destiny: Who would turn down an opportunity to cheer with me? That's cheerdiculous.
Hannah: Why do we even need stinky groin-scratching, and not to mention... finger-slipping... boys?
Destiny: Let's not pretend Lesbionic Lisa and Big Tina hasn't slipped a digit or two.
[culprits smile]
Hannah: I lost my virginity that way.
Destiny: [perturbed by this:] Okay. We're not thinking about boys in the right way. We are the main outfits. The boys are just the accessories. They make us look better, like... glitter pom-poms or... metallic gloss. Could we stop talking about boys?
Willow: That's not the problem. We're doing the same old routines