Fat Amy: You guys are gonna get pitch-slapped so hard, your man boobs are gonna concave.
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Fat Amy: You guys are gonna get pitch-slapped so hard, your man boobs are gonna concave.
Fat Amy: Even though some of you are pretty thin, you all have fat hearts, and that's what matters.
Fat Amy: Well, at least it's not herpes. Or do you have that as well?
Gail: Nothing makes a woman feel more like a girl than a man who sings like a boy.
Fat Amy: I'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna finish him like a cheesecake!
Fat Amy: Give me the sharp weapon, I wanna put it up his butt!
Aubrey: And I solemnly promise to never have sexual relations with a Treblemaker, or may my vocal cords be ripped out by wolves.
Bumper: You girls are awesome... ly horrible. I hate you. Kill yourselves. Girl power! Sisters before misters!
Lilly: Hello, my name is Lily Onakurarama, I was born with gills like a fish.
Fat Amy: The kraken has been unleashed! Feel the fat power!
Fat Amy: A cappella with sock puppets? Genius!
Fat Amy: I've wrestled crocodiles and dingoes simultaneously.
Lilly: Do you want to see a dead body?
Bumper: Your weirdness is actually affecting my vocal cords, so I'm gonna need you to scoot! Skedaddle!
Chloe: This ginger needs her jiggle juice!
Barden Greeter: Here's your campus map, and your official BU rape whistle! Don't blow it unless it's actually happening!
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!
John: Women are about as good at a cappella as they are at being doctors.
Fat Amy: What are you turd burgers talking about? Dressing for comfort?
Fat Amy: Fine. I'll give you both my number.
Justin: The side effects of medical marijuana, ladies and gentlemen.
Beca: Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don't take it personally. It's just easier.
Beca: No, Dad, I don't actually care. I just wanted to say "Stepmonster".
Aubrey: I will stop at nothing to take those ding-a-lings down.
Fat Amy: You guys are gonna get pitch-slapped so hard, your man boobs are gonna concave.
Fat Amy: Even though some of you are pretty thin, you all have fat hearts, and that's what matters.
Fat Amy: Well, at least it's not herpes. Or do you have that as well?
Gail: Nothing makes a woman feel more like a girl than a man who sings like a boy.
Fat Amy: I'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna finish him like a cheesecake!
Fat Amy: Give me the sharp weapon, I wanna put it up his butt!
Bumper: You girls are awesome... ly horrible. I hate you. Kill yourselves. Girl power! Sisters before misters!
Lilly: Hello, my name is Lily Onakurarama, I was born with gills like a fish.
Fat Amy: The kraken has been unleashed! Feel the fat power!
Aubrey: And I solemnly promise to never have sexual relations with a Treblemaker, or may my vocal cords be ripped out by wolves.
Aubrey: What's your name? Fat Amy: Fat Amy. Aubrey: You call yourself Fat Amy? Fat Amy: Yeah, so twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back.
Bumper: I have a feeling we should kiss. Is that a good feeling or an incorrect feeling? Fat Amy: Well... sometimes I have the feeling I can do crystal meth, but then I think, mmm... better not.
Aubrey: The Trebles don't respect us, and if we let them penetrate us, we are giving them our power. Fat Amy: Not a good enough reason to use the word 'penetrate.'
Jesse: You're one of the a cappella girls. I'm one of those a cappella boys, and we're gonna have aca-children. It's inevitable. Beca: You're really drunk right now. I don't think you're gonna remember any of this. Jesse: No, I'm not drunk at all. You're just blurry.
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.
Lilly: I think I have something that could help us. Fat Amy: Excuse me bitch, you don't need to shout.
Chloe: Because I have Nodes... Fat Amy: Chloe, don't worry, it's just God punishing you 'cause you're a ginger.
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.
Beca: You must really sweep your girlfriend off her feet. Jesse: Oh, I don't have a girlfriend. Beca: What? You have juice pouches and Rocky.
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: Yeah, hi. My name is Cynthia Rose. Donald: Huh. Not a dude. It's not a dude.
Gail: Whoo, that little peanut can sing! John: He really can. It sounds to me, though, Gail, like his boys haven't dropped yet, if you know what I mean. Gail: If you mean his testicles, then I do, John. I do. I really do.
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.
Beca: Hey. You must be Kimmy Jin. I'm Beca. Kimmy Jin: Beca: No English? Kimmy Jin: Beca: Yes English? Kimmy Jin: Beca: Just tell me where you're at with English...
Beca: You have a little something behind your ear. Fat Amy: Leave it. It fuels my hate fire.
Fat Amy: That's actually a good idea. I have Bumper's number. Aubrey: Why do you have Bumper's number? Fat Amy: Ummmm... uhhhhhh... ummmmmm...
Bumper: You are probably the grossest human being I have ever met. Fat Amy: You're no panty dropper yourself.
Benji: The Treblemakers. The rock stars of a cappella, the messiahs of Barden. Well, you know, not including athletes, frat guys, or actual cool people. Jesse: Organized nerd singing? This is great!
