Cody Martin : See, you'd never see Barbara trying out for cheerleading. She's way too intellectual for that.
Barbara Brownstein : Look, Cody! My pom-poms match my glitter!
Cody Martin : Barbara, what are you doing here?
Barbara Brownstein : Well, I'm in high school now and I wanna show people that there's more to me than just math and science.
[pushes her glasses up]
Cody Martin : Barbara, you don't wanna go out there, flouncing around, wearing some short, tight, little skirt.
[gets a look on his face like he's imagining what she'd look like in a cheerleading uniform and gasps]
Cody Martin : Go and get 'em, honey and don't take no for an answer!
Carey Martin : Fine. If the three of you want to enslave yourselves to the evil cult of cheer, go right ahead.
London Tipton : Whoa. Give me a B, give me a I, give me a T-E-R! What does that spell?
Barbara Brownstein : Biter.
London Tipton : I meant to spell "bitter."
Cody Martin : You know, that's pretty close for London.