Gotta Kick It Up! (2002)

[bunniefuu]

[Dance Music Playing]

[Woman Bailando En
La Ciudad In Spanish]

[Kids Chattering]

Hi. Can I Have
A Notebook, Pen, Ruler,

And Peanut Butter Cups?

Here You Go.

Thank You.

You're Welcome.

Is This Part
Of Your Diet?

Hey, Beat It.
She's Not Bothering You.

Ooh, She's Scared.

Let's Go.

Hey, You.
What's Up, Chica?

Nada. Just Kickin' It.

You Know,
First-Day-Back Blues.

Heh.

[Gasps]

Oh, I Am So Sorry.

Are You Ok?

It's Fine.
It's My Fault.

I Just Got So Involved In The Book,

I Forgot To Watch
Where I'm Going.

Oh.

Could You Be So Kind As To Point Me
Towards The Administration Building?

Sure. Um, Yeah,

You Follow Along
These Buildings Here,

Past The Jock Trophies,
Up The Stairs.

If You Pass The Faculty Room,
You Went Too Far.

Thank You. Thanks.
I'm Sorry.

Bye.

[Hip-Hop Music Playing]

Ooh, Yeah, Girl,
You're Dustin' Me!

All Right, Who's Got
The Next Cut?

Um, I Got It.
Here.

Where Are You Going

With That Dumb,
Girly Music, Esmeralda?

Who Named You
The Queen Of Music?

As Long As I Got The Moves,
I'll Be The One Pickin' The Tunes.

Are We On The Same Page?

And, Segura,
Please Come To School With Your Pants Pulled Up.

Nobody Cares What Color
Your Underwear Is.

Go To Class.

Gomez!

Gomez, Gomez,
Gomez, Gomez.

If You Put As Much Energy Into Your Schoolwork

As You Do
Into Goofing Off,

You Will Be On The Honor Roll,
My Friend.

Yes, Sir. Direct Me To The Front,
Colonel Zavala.

I Will Sacrifice Myself For The Good Of The School.

Dismissed.

[Sighs]

Hey.

Hi.

I Take It Principal Zavala Had
A Previous Life In The Military.

Don't Think The Kids Will Ever
Let Him Forget It For A Minute.

Good Morning,
Ms. Bartlett.

I'm Delighted To See You Actually Showed Up.

You Had Doubts?

Well, You Wouldn't Be My First New Recruit To Go Awol.

These Kids Can Be
Pretty Intimidating.

After Watching A Dot-Com Company Crash And Burn,

This Should Be Easy
In Comparison.

Don't Count On It.

Thanks
For The Reassurance.

[Bell Rings]

Remember,
Ms. Bartlett,

The First Day Is Usually
The Most Trying.

Good Luck.

[Kids Chattering Loudly]

So, Who's In Charge Here?

Who Knows?
Maybe No One.

Oughta Learn More
Than We Usually Do, Then.

Yep.

Ha Ha!

What?

Oh, Oh!

Yo, That's Tight.

You Better Quit It,
Guys.

You Want To Land Us
All In Detention?

Ooh, You Wouldn't Want
That To Go

On Your Permanent
Record, Would You?

Yeah! Go, Yoli!

Oh, Oh, Go, Yoli!

Oh, Oh, Go, Yoli!

Go, Yoli! Go, Yoli!

Whoo!

[Whistles]

[Banging Stops]

Good Morning.

[Boy Wolf-Whistles]

My Name Is Ms. Bartlett,
I'm Your New Biology Teacher.

Boo!

Nice Suit!

Whatever!

Good Luck!

Can Anybody Tell Me
What Biology Is?

A Royal Pain.

A Total Waste
Of Time?

[Kids Laugh]

Biology Is The Science
Of Living Organisms

And Vital Processes.

It's An Exploration Between
Plant And Animal Life,

The Laws And The Phenomena
That...

Govern The...

Varied Species
On The Planet.

Am I Going Too Fast?

Do You Have
Any Questions?

Why Should We Care?

Yeah, And How Does It
Matter To Us

If Some Dumb Animal Goes
And Gets Itself Extinct?

We'd Be Better Off
Busting Some Beats.

Yeah!

Yeah, Bump It!

Oh, Oh!

Go, Daisy!

Come On, Daisy!

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!

Kids: Go, Daisy! Go, Daisy!

Go, Daisy!

Uh-Oh!

Go, Daisy! Go, Daisy!
Go, Daisy!

Uh! Uh! Uh!

Go, Daisy! Go, Daisy...

Zavala: Attention!

[Kids Stop Yelling]

That's Automatic Detention
For 2 Weeks, Starting Today.

[Sighs] Gosh,
That's Wack, Colonel.

I'm Adding 2 More Weeks For Insubordination,
Miss Salinas.

She Wasn't The Only One Dancing.

Would You Care
To Join Her, Miss Vargas?

Anybody Else?

An Effective Leader Seizes
Control Of Her Troops

Immediately.

Absolutely.

[Sighs]

[Kids Chatting Indistinctly]

Hey, Did You Hear
Ms. Renee Retired?

What?!

She Can't!
What About Dance Team?

It Ain't Gonna Happen
This Year.

But I Need It
For College.

It's The Perfect Extracurricular Activity.

Ay, Pobrecita.

Poor Thing? Not Me.

Esmeralda's The One Who's Been Preparing For This

Since Second Grade.

Yeah. She's Gonna Freak.

[Moonlight Sonata Playing]

Boy: Es Mo.

Junior!

Junior, Give That Back!

Junior! Junior!

What Are You Doing?!

Junior, That's Not Funny!

Can I Have My Box
Back Please?

Esmeralda.

What Are You Doing
On The Floor?

Mom, He's
At It Again.

[Spanish Report
On Television]

Did You Give Your Brother
His Breakfast?

Mocoso, Give That Music Box
Back To Your Sister.

Now...

Andale.

You'd Think That Silly Thing
Was Made Of Gold.

[Moonlight Sonata Playing]

[Rap Music Playing]

Hey.

Hey. How You Doin'?

School Is Such A Drag.

Man, Do You Know How Lucky You
Are Your Parents Let You Drop Out?

Hey, I Tried
Sticking It Out.

Just Couldn't Hack It.

Not That Working's
So Much Better.

Boss Always On My Case.
Customers To Deal With.

The Second I Can,
I'm Gonna Be Right Out Here In The World With You.

Yeah, Well,
Don't Let Tu Madre Hear You Sing That Tune.

She Already Thinks
I'm A Bad Influence.

Hey, You Wanna
Kick Back After School?

Watch Some Tube?

[Laughs] I Wish.

That Jerk Zavala Gave Me
Detention For A Whole Month.

Ooh.
That's Harsh.

But It Doesn't Come Close To My Record.

When I Was
In Ninth Grade,

He Tried Keeping Me After School For 4 Months...

Till I
Weaseled Out Of It.

How'd You Manage That,
Slick?

Oh, Put On My Best
"So Sorry" Face,

And Traded Detention For An Extracurricular Activity.

Sweet.

Yeah.

Kinda Like You.

Ok, Ms. Kim,
I Made My Corrections.

Would You Please
Type That Up?

No Problem.

Thank You.

Uh, Mr. Zavala,
It Says Ms. Bartlett Went To Juilliard--

You Know,
That Amazing Performing School In New York--

On A Dance Scholarship.

Are You Filing The Resumes Or Reading The Resumes,
Miss Reyna?

I Didn't Mean To, Sir,
But It Just Jumped Right Out.

I Mean, I've Been
Really Stressed

Since I Found Out
We Had No Dance Coach.

Do You Even Know If Ms. Bartlett Would Be Interested?

Well, Can't You
Force Her To Do It?

Well, Contrary To What I Try
To Make You Students Believe,

I Really Don't Have
That Kind Of Power.

All After-School Coaches
Are Volunteers.

But You'll Talk To Her,
Right?

Please?

I'll See What I Can Do.

[I]Gracias.

[I]De Nada.

Good Morning,
Ms. Bartlett.

Ooh, This Can't Be Good.

I Have A Favor
To Ask.

It's Been Brought
To My Attention

That You Have
A Background In Dance.

Well,
That Was A Long Time Ago.

It's Not Something
I've Kept Up With.

Did You Know We Have A Ninth-Grade Dance Team

Here At Marshall?

And Our Squad's Been
A Bit, Uh...

How Do I Say This?
[Chuckles]

Ok, We Have
A Statewide Reputation

For Being
A Perennial Disaster,

But These Girls
Are Counting On It.

They Have
The Enthusiasm.

All They're Lacking
Is A Coach.

I Don't Mean
To Be Rude, Sir,

But If You're Angling
To Get Me Involved,

Let Me Save You
The Breath.

Dancing's
A Part Of My Past.

All Right,
Then Let Me Try This Approach.

Studies Show
That Participating

In Extracurricular
Activities

Help Keep These Kids
Out Of Gangs

And Give Them
A Sense Of Self-Respect.

I Understand.
I'm Sure That's True,

But Considering The Way
Things Have Gone So Far,

I Think It's Gonna Take
All My Time And Energy

Just To Focus On Reaching
The Students In My Classroom.

Well, Do Me A Favor.

Please... Think About It.

Ok.

Yes, Esmeralda?

Um...

Well,
I Was Just Wondering

If Mr. Zavala Talked To You About Our Dance Team?

He Did.

So... Are You
Gonna Do It?

Are You
Gonna Coach Us?

Oh, Well...

I Really Think I Should
Become More Proficient

In What I Was
Actually [I]Hired To Do

Before I Take
Anything Else On.

Well, If You Want,
I Can Tell You How

Some Of The Really Popular
Teachers Around Here Do It.

Really?

Mm-Hmm.

I'd Like That.

Will You Coach
The Dance Team?

Oh, Was That The Condition

Under Which You're Going To Give Me Your Advice?

Well, Yeah.
You Help Us, I Help You.

Why Not Make It
So Everybody Wins.

May I Have Your Attention,
Please.

The Chess Club Will Meet
In The Library

Thursday At 3:30.

Bring Your Own Board.

Ninth-Grade Dance Team Tryouts

Shh!

Will Be Tomorrow At 3:30
In The Gym.

Be Sure To Bring
Your Own Music.

Any Questions,
Please See Ms. Bartlett.

Yes! Good Job, Esme.
You Did It.

Hey... What's The Deal
With This Dance Team?

Oh, You Hate The Whole Idea, Remember?

Every Time I Ever
Brought It Up, It Was,

"Oh, That's Right.
Losers R Us."

Yeah, But Now I'm Thinkin'
It Could Have Its Upside.

Maybe Along The Way Develop
Some Ol' School Pride.

Check This Out.

Whoa, You Feelin' Ok,[I]
Chica?

[Sighs]

Principal Zavala...

I Was Out Of Line
Dancing In Class, Sir.

Don't You Think
My Detention Time

Would Be Better Served In A School-Sponsored Activity?

That's Very Mature,
Miss Salinas.

Esmeralda?

Since You've Been Spearheading This Whole Endeavor,

Let Me Ask You.

Do You Think That Daisy
Would Make A Positive Addition

To The Dance Squad?

Well, You Definitely Gotta Give
Her Props On Her Dancing.

First Word Of Any Disrespect Or Lack Of Commitment

That I Hear
From Ms. Bartlett...

Back In Detention.

Slam Dunk.
Assist: Esmeralda.

[Bell Clangs]

You're Welcome, Daisy.

Whatever.

"Dance Team Try-Outs"?

[I]¿Audicones?

Ah.

"Tomorrow 3:30
In The Gymnasium."

[I]Perfecto.

Auditions.

That's The Same
In Any Language.

I'll See You There.

Man, Where Is She?

Like I Don't Have
Better Things To Be Doing.

I Knew This Was
Too Good To Be True.

She Can Bail,
So Can I.

Chuy's Waiting.

Heading Back To Detention,
Miss Salinas?

Good.
Then Please Sit Down.

All Of You,
Take A Seat.

I Cannot Dance
Sitting Down.

Rules First.
Then You'll Dance.

Every Team Member Is Required
To Wear Her Gym Uniform,

White Socks,
And Clean Tennis Shoes.

Like I'm Really Gonna Be
Scrubbing My Sneaks.

Thanks For Dropping By.

Laces Tied, Shirts Tucked In,
Hair Pulled Back

Into A Ponytail Or A Bun.

She's Worse
Than Zavala.

Seriously.
Is This Dance Team Or Boot Camp?

Girls Must Attend
Every Practice,

And You Must Be On Time.

Sorry. I'm Sorry.

I Had To Drop Off My Brother At My Aunt's House.

t*rd Is Unacceptable.

No Excuses.

No Team Member Is Allowed
To Have A Failing Grade.

A "D" Will Put You
On Probation.

That Leaves Us Out.

Come On, Joanna.
Let's Get Out Of Here.

[I]Adios.

No Jewelry.
No Dark Lipstick.

No Long Painted Fingernails.

Anybody Else Wanna Leave?

Ok, When I Call Your Name,

Come On Down
And Play Your Music.

Try And Keep Your Choreography
To Under A Minute.

Choreo--What?

She Means Show Us
Your Best Moves,

And Don't Hold Back,
Got It?

[Guys Yelling]

All Right, Let's Go!

[Whistles]

Excuse Me, Mr. Zavala,
Do You Mind?

We're Having
Our Tryouts.

We Practice In Here
Every Tuesday And Thursday.

Y-Y-You're
The Basketball Coach?

Somebody Had To Be.

As I Was Trying To Tell You
The Other Day,

If We Don't Have
A Little Faith In These Kids,

How Can We Expect Them
To Believe In Themselves?

You Can Save
The Lecture, Sir.

I'm Here, Aren't I?

And I Couldn't Be Happier.

Good.
So You'll Take Your Boys Elsewhere?

Where Do You Suggest We Go?

Well, I Don't--Sir,
It Was Your Office

That Scheduled Me
To Be Here.

Well, Obviously,
Ms. Kim Made A Mistake.

Ok, Sorry, Ladies.

Dance Team's
Been Canceled.

What?

I Don't Believe It!

No. Hold On.
Wait A Minute.

I'm Not Gonna Make It
That Easy For You To Quit.

So You'll Let Me
Have The Gym?

You Can Have Half Of It.

We'll Take The North End.
You Can Have The South End,

And The Half-Court Line Will Be Our Divider,
All Right?

Ok.

Ok, Guys!

This Is Just Something
I Came Up With On My Own.

So Here It Goes.

Player: Sorry!

Second Player: Whoops.

Obviously
This Isn't Gonna Work.

Obviously.

You Were Here First.
We'll Leave.

No,
You Need The Baskets.

Good Point.

And We Can't Get Much Done Without Music.

[Mariachi Music Playing]

[Hip-Hop Music Playing]

♪ Come On ♪

♪ Come On ♪

♪ Ai Yah ♪

♪ Come On ♪

♪ Come On ♪

♪ Come On ♪

♪ Ai Yi ♪

♪ Come On ♪

♪ Come On ♪

♪ Come On ♪

♪ Ai Yah ♪

♪ Come On ♪

♪ Come On ♪

♪ Come On ♪

♪ Ai Yi ♪

[Swing Music Playing]

[R & B Music Playing]

♪ Candy Lover ♪

♪ You're So Sweet ♪

♪ Candy Lover ♪

♪ You're The One ♪

♪ For Me ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

Ok, Esmeralda,
Thank You.

Thank You. That Was Great.
Nice Work.

That's It For Today.

What About Me?

Well, I Already Know
You Can Dance, Miss Salinas...

In My Classroom, Remember?

What I Don't Know Is Whether Or
Not You Can Be Part Of A Team.

What's That
Supposed To Mean?

It Means No One On My Squad
Gets To Be The Diva.

You All Have To Work Together,
Help Each Other To Improve.

Oh, And One More Thing...

If I'm Gonna Give Up
All My Time To Be Here,

I Expect You To Be As Serious And
As Dedicated As I Intend To Be.

I Don't Compete
Unless I Plan To Win,

And That Can't Happen Until You Girls Get Into Shape.

So Tomorrow We'll Meet
On The Track.



If You're Gonna Be Late,
Don't Bother To Come At All.

Ok, What Now?

One More Lap.

Oh, Wait. I'm Sorry.

I Forgot.
Did We Join The Track Team Or The Dance Team?

It's Important To Build Up
Your Stamina, Daisy.

Oh, Ms. Bartlett,
I Seriously Don't Mean Any Disrespect,

But Our First Dance Competition
Is In 2 1/2 Weeks.

Don't We Kind Of Have To Get
Started On A Dance Routine?

Well, Considering I Haven't
Been Around This Kind Of Meet

Since I Was In School,

I Was Sort Of Hoping We Could
Figure That Out Together...

When The Time Comes.

Well, I Know The Routine
They Used 2 Years Ago.

My Sister Taught It To Me.

It Goes Like This.

Daisy, Chanting: Go, Yoli.
Go, Yoli.

Go, Yoli.
Go, Yoli.

Go, Yoli.
Go, Yoli.

That's So Tired.

I Mean,
Why Don't We Invent Something Totally New?

Yeah,
Want More Flash!

Yeah, With More Flesh!

Sorry, Don't Think So.

What If We Start Out With Something Like,
Uh... Like, Up!

You Have A Comment There,
Miss Salinas?

No, No, No.
It's Fine,

You Know,
If You're Entering An Old Granny Competition.

Maybe You'd Like To Show Us Some Of Your Ideas?

[I]No Problema.

Ooh, Yeah, Daisy!

You Go, Girl!

Yeah, Girl.

Go On, Daisy!

Let's Try It.

Daisy, I'll Never Be Able
To Move Like That.

If I Do That Many Turns,
I'm Gonna Puke.

Guys, She's Just Showing Off To
Make The Rest Of Us Look Stupid.

Oh, Yeah?
I Don't Have To Dance To Do That.

Well, You Know What?
I've Got An Idea.

Why Don't You Pack Up
Your Attitude And Get Lost.

Why Don't You Back Off Before I Make You Back Off.

[All Yelling At Once]

Hey!

You Guys, Hey!

Hey!

Excuse Me!

You Made Your Point.

Thank You.

So, Look,
I'll Stay Here And I'll Think About Our Routine

While You Girls
Give Me Another Lap.

[Muttering In Spanish]

[Coughing]
Are These The Pompoms?

God, Who Was The Last Person To Use These?
Cleopatra?

Well, It's Better
Than Nothing, No?

Speaking Of Nothing,
What Happened To Our Old Team Uniforms?

Mr. Zavala's
Looking For Them.

But Until Then,
You Guys Will Wear

Your Gym Uniforms
This Weekend.

Oh!

What?

Ms. Bartlett--

What? I Hear
A Lot Of Schools Do That.

Yeah,
Lots Of Poor Schools.

You'll Be Judged On Your Dancing,
Not Your Outfits.

Either Way,
We're Toast.

What Are You Talking About?

I Think Our Routine's
Pretty Good.

Please.
Our Routine Is Safe And Boring.

Excuse Me,
But It Makes More Sense To Start Out Modestly

Than It Does To Get In
Over Our Heads.

Whatever.
You're The Coach.

Look At Them.
They're Like Pretzels!

Start Stretching.

Ms. Bartlett?

I'd Like To Introduce You
To My Parents.

Hi. We Figured Our Girls Deserved To
Have Someone Here To Cheer Them On.

Well, I Hope We Don't Disappoint You.

This Has Been So Good
For Alyssa.

With Our High Hopes
For College,

Every Little Extracurricular Activity Helps.

P.A.: Rolling Hills Junior High
School Dance Team Onstage.

Marshall Middle School,
On Deck.

What Is "Deck"?

It Means We're Next.

What's With Them?

I Don't Know.
We'll Find Out.

Girl: Let's Go, Girls!

Squad: G-O-O-D L-U-C-K,
Good Luck!

Rolling Hills Wishes You

A Lot Of Luck!

[Cheering]

[Dance Music Playing]

Computer Voice: 1, 2, 3, 4.

Squad: Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Ms. Bartlett.

Esmeralda's Sick.

Oh!

Hey. Hey, What's Wrong?

I Can't Do This.
I'm Gonna Throw Up.

Oh, It Was A Long Trip.
Do You Think You're Bus-Sick?

P.A.: Marshall
Middle School,

Up Next!

Ok, No Time.

I Want You To Breathe
Through Your Nose

And Try And Fill Your Lungs.
It's Probably Just Nerves.

You'll Be Fine.
You All Will Be.

P.A.: The Marshall Middle
School Dance Team Onstage!

You Think You Can Do This?

Um, Yeah,
I'll--I'll Do It.

Here's Your Poms.

Here. Go, Go, Go.

Good Luck!

Cd!

Focus, Everybody.

I'm Ok.

Hi.
It's The Second Track.

[Applause]

[I]Buenos Das.

Ahh, Mr. Zavala,
What Are You Doing Here?

Curiosity,
Moral Support.

Mm. Hmm.

[Techno Music Playing]



Daisy: And 5, 6, 7, And--

All: Marshall!

Daisy: Come On!
Give It Up!

Unh!

Daisy!

[Music Stops]

[Light Applause]

We Stunk!

You Think?!
It Could Not Have Been Worse.

Daisy--

You Know What?!

Save It. I Quit.

I Would Have Rather
Been In Detention.

Alyssa--

This Is The Most Embarrassing Day Of My Life,

And My Parents
Are Here!

You Girls
Did Fine.

This Is All New.
You Had First-Time Jitters.

Rome Wasn't Built In A Day.

You'll Get 'Em Next Time!

It'll Be All Right. Ok?

Pretty
Disappointing Day, Huh?

We'll Keep Working.

You Know, Ms. Bartlett,
I Know This Whole Coaching Thing

Was Sort Of, You Know-- Well,
Everybody Really Pressured You Into It,

But, I Mean, If You Really,
Totally Hate It...

I Don't Hate It,
Esmeralda.

Is That How It Seems?

Yeah, Sorta.

But--

What?

Well, Me And The Other Girls Were Talking,

And Don't Take This The Wrong Way Or Anything,

But It Feels Like There's A Whole
Lot More You Could Teach Us,

And For Some Reason...
You're Holding Back.

This Won't Take Long.

I Just Need
To Get My Backpack.

Man, Even Being Here
When I Don't Have To Be

Makes Me Start
To Sweat.

Yeah, I Know
What You Mean.

Come On.

Good.
It's Still Here.

Well, Since I Drove,

Does It Mean You'll Treat For Burgers?

You're The Big
Working Man.

Yeah. The One
Who's Always Hurting

When The Bills Are Due,
Remember?

Shh! Shh!
Do You Hear That?

Hear What?

Who Would Be In The Gym On A Saturday?

Who Cares?!

[Music Playing]

♪ You ♪

♪ Can Make It If You Try ♪

♪ Wondering What
He Has Got To Think Of Me ♪

♪ There's Nowhere To Go ♪

♪ But As I Don't Doubt
Your Fears Are Missing ♪

♪ I Think You Should Know ♪

♪ It Won't Be Long, Baby,
For You To Discover ♪

♪ You're A Step Away ♪

Hey, Hey!

Hey! You Know
That Lady?

That's Her.

Who Her?

That's My Dancing Coach,
Ms. Bartlett.

That's Her!

Oh, She's Hot.

Ohh! I Meant Her Dancing.
She's Really Good.

Yeah, Not That She Ever
Gave Us The Slightest Clue.

She's
Your Dancing Coach,

And You've Never Seen Her Dance Before?

Not Like That!

[Slams Car Door]

♪ Don't Give Up,
Don't Give Up ♪

♪ You Will Make It Through ♪

♪ Mm-Mmm ♪

[Music Ends]

[Crying]

Hey, Yolanda.

Daisy, May I
Have A Moment?

I Already Turned In
My Lab Assignment.

It's About
Dance Team.

I Quit.

Can We Talk?

I'd Really Like You
To Rejoin Us.

Why?
So I Can Make A Total Idiot Out Of Myself

In Front Of 5 Or 6
More Schools?

You Have The Potential
To Be Great, Daisy.

Do You Know That?

Look, I Only Joined
This Dance Team

So I Could Get
Out Of Detention.

Now That's Done.

Well, What About
The Other Girls?

They Deserve To Have Somebody With Your Talent,

Your Strengths.

Isn't That What
They Have You For?

Oh. No, Wait,
I Forgot.

You Only Dance
When Nobody's Looking.

I Saw You In The Gym
On Saturday.

I Hadn't Danced
For A Really Long Time.

It Kind Of Stinks That You've Been Holding Out On Us.

There's A Lot About This You Don't Know

Or Understand.

And Whose Fault Is That?

You're Right.

But Everyone Deserves
A Second Chance, Huh?

[School Bell Rings]

I Gotta Get To Class.

Ok, Ladies,
Rolling Hills...

Is Gone.

Today, We're Gonna
Start From Scratch.

Are We Actually
Gonna Dance Today?

Yeah, We Are Gonna Dance Today,
But Rhythm Is First.

I'm Gonna Break This Down
Into What's Called An 8-Count.

And 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6--

I Can't Hear You.

[Together]
And, 1, 2, 3, 4,



Good. Everybody Up!
Off The Bleachers!

We've Got A Lot
Of Ground To Cover.

We're Gonna Isolate Different Parts Of Our Body,

Starting With The Head.

And 1, 2, 3, 4...
Chin Down...

And Up Again...
Good, Esmeralda, Good.

Alyssa, Try And Keep
That 8-Count In Your Head.

I Know This Is
Gonna Feel Awkward,

But Don't Worry About It,
Just Go With It.

Let's Go With The Hips.

And Side, 2, 3, 4...

And Circle...
And Circle...

And 1, 2, 3, 4...

And Circle...
And Circle...

And Side, 2, 3, 4...

And Circle...
And Circle--Good!

Now, Let's Stretch. Ready?

And Stretch Side...


Circle Around...

Come On Up...
And Side, 2, 3, 4...

Circle Around...
Come On Up.

Good Job. Shake It Out.
Loosen It Up.

Miss Salinas.

I'm Really Glad You Decided To Rejoin Us.

[Starts Cassette Player]

[Music Starts]

All Right, Yolanda,
You Want To Dance Today?

Let's Go.

Then We're Gonna Dance.





Now Turn Around.

™ª You ♪

♪ Can Make It If You Try ♪

[Laughter]



[Music Playing]



Good Job.

[School Bell Rings]

Ms. Bartlett?
Yoli And I Were Wondering

If You Thought Any More

About The Meet At Hamilton Next Saturday?

Nope.

But Why? We've Been
Working Like Maniacs.

And You've Been
Performing Really Well,

All Of You.

So Why Can't
We Go?

I Need You
To Be Patient.

We Don't Want
To Be Patient.

We Want To Compete.
We Want To Win.

I Know. I--

I Just Don't Think It Would Be
Fair Of Me To Get Your Hopes Up

Before I Thought We Could Really,
Really Deliver.

The Next Competition
We Go Into,

I Want Us To Be
The Absolute Best.

She Said No Way.

She Doesn't Think
We're Ready.

I Knew It.
We're Totally Ready.

You Know,
I Think We Should Just Go On Our Own.

I Know Where They Keep
The Registration Forms

In The Office.

But How Do
We Get There?

We'd Never Get A Bus Without Ms. Bartlett.

We Can Have Chuy
And His Boys Drive Us.

Oh, Yeah.

Like My Parents Would Ever Go For That.

The Point Is That We Don't Have To Tell Them.

Ok...

Wouldn't It
Just Be Easier

To Try To Convince
Ms. Bartlett

That We Really Are Ready To Compete Again?

How?

Hold On.
I've Got An Idea.

[Telephone Rings]

Mrs. Kim?

Yes?

Hi. I Have A Note
For Ms. Bartlett.

Can You Please Show Me Which Box Is Hers?

Sure. This Way.

Alyssa: Thank You.

Is This The Only Bartlett We Have At Our School?

Yes.

Thank You.

Mm-Hmm.

Dance Team: Whoo!

[P.A. Playing Dance Music]

Daisy: And 5, 6, 7, 8!

Daisy: Go, Ladies!

Ms. Kim,
Who Put On That Music?

I Have No Idea.

Ms. Bartlett,
What's Going On?

I Don't Remember
Scheduling

Any Performance
For This Afternoon.

I Think The Girls
Are Trying To Prove

That They're Ready
To Compete Again.

Drop It...
Say What?

[Music Ends And Applause]

So, What's Your Opinion?

I Don't Think They Can Be
Considered Ready For Anything

Until They Learn
To Respect Their Coach.

[Laughing]

Locking Up
The P.A. System?

Taking Over
The Lunch Area?

How Do You Think
That Makes Me Look?

It Makes You Look Good!

Didn't You Check Out
The Way Those Kids

Were Looking At Us?

A Team Is Supposed
To Work Together

With Every Single
One Of Its Members,

Including Its Coach.

Does That Mean
Hamilton's Out Now?

Hamilton Was
Always Out, Yolanda!

You Girls Absolutely
Refuse To Listen To Me!

What Are You
So Afraid Of?

The Only Explanation
I Owe You, Miss Salinas,

Is That We Are Not
Going To Hamilton

Because I Say We're Not!

By The Way,
Mr. Zavala Finally Found The Old Uniforms.

I Have A Feeling
They May Need Some Work.

[School Bell Rings]

My Mom Had All This
Left From A Job.

She Said Anything We Can Use,
We're Welcome To.

I Hope Somebody's Good
At Alterations.

Well, I Think
We Definitely Need

To Spice These Up
A Little.

Yeah!
Put Some Sparkle!

Make Them Look--

Hot?

Right, So That
We're All Dressed Up

With Nowhere To Go.

Yeah. What's
Ms. Bartlett's Problem?

I Think The Whole Idea
Of Performing Poorly

Really Freaks Her Out.

Well, If She's Waiting
For Us To Be Perfect,

She Shouldn't
Hold Her Breath.

Want To Hear
What I Have To Say?

Esme...

You Sent In The Registration Forms, Right?

Um... Yeah?

So, Who Needs
A Coach?

Let's Just Get Ourselves To Hamilton

And Kick It Up!

If We're Going,
We'd Better Get Going.

Do You Think
There's Any Way

Ms. Bartlett Might Just, Like,
Show Up There?

Why? You Guys Didn't Say
Anything To Her, Did You?

Are You Kidding?

She'd Flip
If She Knew

We Went Behind
Her Back Again.

You Guys,
Can We Seriously Pull This Off?

Come On! It's Like
My Grandmother Always Says,

[I]Si, Se Puede.

Yes, She's Right,
You Guys.

We'll Just Chant
"Yes, I Can."

[I]Si, Se Puede.

[Together] [I]Si,
Se Puede. Si, Se Puede.

[I]Si, Se Puede.
[Cheering]

Come On, We're Late.

Coming!

This Is Crazy.
We're Gonna Get So Busted.

Relax, [I]Chica.
Piece Of Cake.

Welcome, Ladies.

What School
Are You From?

Daisy:
Marshall Middle School.

Oh, Terrific.

Your Coach Has
To Sign In.

Our Coach?

She Is Here With You,
Isn't She?

Um, Yeah! Sure!
Why Wouldn't She Be?

Right. Um...

We--We're Really Late
Getting Here.

Um, We Got Lost
Along The Way,

And Our Coach,
Ms. Bartlett,

She, Um...

She Went To The Little Girl's Room And...

She Wanted Me
To Sign Us In.

Splendid.

We Thought
You Were A No-Show.

You Were Supposed To Be Here An Hour Ago.

We're Here Now.

Follow Me.

There's A Team
Ahead Of You Onstage.

You're On In 5.

Minutes?

Who's Gonna Start Our Music?

Remember, There's Gotta Be
Someone There To Hit Play.

Give Me The Cd.

See The Console
Over There?

When It's Our Turn,
You Hand Him The Cd,

You Tell Him
It's Cut Number 3, Ok?

And When We're Ready,
I'm Gonna Nod To You From The Stage,

And You Hit Play.

Cut Number What?



I Know, I Know,
I Know.

I'm Just Messing With Your Head,
That's All.

No, Please, Don't!
Come On!

I'm Under Enough Pressure
As It Is, Ok?

Ok.

Ok.

Peninsula On Stage,
Marshall Dance Team On Deck!



♪ G-O-O-D L-U-C-K ♪

Lots Of Luck!

Come On!

[Applause]

[Music Starts]

♪ 1, 2, 3, 4 ♪

It's Petroleum Jelly.

Do It, Girls!

[Together]
Let's Go, Peninsula!

™ª Here We Go ♪

Come On, Girls!
Work It!

Open Up.

Yuck! What Are You Trying To Do,
Poison Me?

It Helps
Remind You To Smile.

I'm Smiling.

All: Together!

[Music Stops]

Here.
Let Me Help You.

Thank You...

For Handing In
The Registration Form.

You Know,
For Getting Us Here.

Ok! Let's Huddle Up!

Ms. Bartlett
Taught Us The Moves

And Got Us Acting
Like A Team.

Now, We Can Do This!
All Right?

[I]Si, Se Puede.

[Together] [I]Si,
Se Puede. Si, Se Puede.

[I]Si, Se Puede.
Go... Marshall!

Whoo!

P.A.: Marshall Middle School
Dance Team, Onstage!

[Applause]

Go, Marshall!

Ready? Ready?

[Music Starts]

[New Song Starts]

[Together]
Go On!

[New Song Starts]

Let's Go!

[Together]
Yes!

[Applause]

Excuse Me?
May I Have A Word With You?

Look, If It's
About Our Coach--

Actually, Dear,
It's About You.

That Was An Incredibly
Impressive Performance.

Thank You.
You Can't Possibly Imagine

How Hard Our Team's
Been Practicing.

It Most Definitely
Shows.

You Can Trust Me
On This.

I'm One
Of The Judges.

No Lie?

I'm Lynell Elliot,

Dean Of The High School
Of Performing Arts.

Daisy Salinas.
Pleasure To Meet You.

Daisy, You Are
Very Talented.

You Have An Ease And Charisma Onstage.

Please--

Oh, It's True.

I See A Lot Of Girls
At These Competitions.

Is There Any Chance
You'd Be Interested

In Attending
Our Academy Next Year?

Whoa.

Wow.

You Know, My Mom Would
Never Be Able To Afford

Something Like This.

We Have Scholarships.

There Are A Hundred
Paths To Working It Out

If It's Something
You Truly Want.

[Girls Cheering]


Third Place.

Not Too Shabby.

My Turn To Hold It!

I'd Like To See
Ms. Bartlett Tell Us

We're Not Ready
To Compete Now.

Alyssa's Father:
Excuse Me, Girls?

Why Weren't You Girls
On A School Bus?

Where's Your Coach?

Do You Have Any Idea

How Out Of Our Minds
We've Been?

How Could You Lie To Us Like This, Alyssa?

Mom, I Didn't Lie.

Well, You Certainly Didn't Tell Us The Truth.

Do You Even Know
These Boys?

They Hardly Look Old Enough
To Have Their Licenses!

Mom, Look At Us.
We're All Fine.

And What Do You Think
Mr. Zavala's Gonna Say

When He Hears About This?

Dad, You Can't!

I Can, And I Will.

Now, Let's Go!

Come On, Ladies!

You Guys Just Won
Third Place!

[Car Drives Off]

[I]Ya Le Vo.

[I]¿Como Estabas?

[I]Entran.

[Door Closes]

Where Have You Been?

We Won A Trophy!

We Came In Third.
We Had To Stay For The Award Ceremony.

You Know, Your Mother
And I Are Due

At The Acarmens
For Dinner.

You Agreed
To Baby-Sit For Us.

Ok, Well,
I'm Here Now, Aren't I?

But You Still Have To Cook Your Brother's Dinner.

You Haven't Cleaned
Your Room In A Week.

Maybe This Dance Is
Not A Good Idea.

Mommy, It's A Great Idea!

Whenever You Have
To Be At Work, I Cook,

I Clean, I--I Wash,

I Do Everything
For Everybody.

Why Can't I Just Have
One Thing For Me?

Esmeralda,

Do Not Speak To Your Mother In That Tone.

I'm Sorry.

But I Was
Really Happy Today.

And Nothing You Do
Can Take That Away From Me.

[Sighs]

She Did Win.

Daisy.

Hi.

I'm Sorry To Bother You At Home,

But I Really Need
To Talk To You.

Mm, Well,
After The Phone Call

I Got From Alyssa's Parents,

I'd Say The Feeling's
Mutual.

I Don't Think You Girls
Have The Slightest Idea

Of The Terrible Position
You Have Put Me Into.

You Went
Against My Wishes.

You Defied
My Authority--

Do You Know
That Alyssa's Parents

Think I Am Completely
Incompetent?

We're Sorry.
We Messed Up.

We Just Had To Get Back
In The Competition.

Even If I Wasn't Sure You Were
Ready To Compete Again?

Then How Come We Got
Third Place Today, Huh?

I Mean, Doesn't That
Count For Anything?

That Is Beside
The Point, Daisy!

I Can't Be
Your Coach

If I Don't Have
Your Respect

And Your Trust!

Respect?

Nobody Feels
Like You Believe In Us!

Ohh.

My Whole Life...

From The Time I Was 4,

All I Wanted
To Do Was Dance.

I Took Lessons,

I Got A Lot
Of Positive Feedback,

But Every Time I'd Perform

In A Recital,
Even At Home,

My Parents Would Say
The Same Things.

"That Was Good,
But You Can Do Better."

"Don't Settle For Good.
Be Great."

"We Expect You
To Be The Very Best."

So, I Worked Harder,

Kept Practicing,
Kept Taking Lessons.

And Was Kicking Enough
To Get Into Juilliard.

Mm... Yeah.

Want To Hear
A Little Secret?



But Esme Told Me
That You Graduated?

She Read My Resume,
Which Says

I Attended Juilliard.

Daisy: Why?

I Don't Get It.
Why Would You Quit?

I Was Good.

But--

But Not Great.

I Went To Those First Couple Of Weeks Of Classes,

And I Saw
The Other Students...

Their Passion...

And Their
Incredible Technique,

And I Thought--

I Freaked Out.

I Thought I Don't Belong Here,
I Can't Compete With This.

I Felt Like Such A Fraud.

So, I Packed My Bags
And Flew Home,

Went To College, And...
Got An Internet Job.

How'd You End Up
At Marshall?

Oh, Well, Yeah.

Last Summer,
My Dot-Com Company Folded.

I Saw This Ad
Begging For Teachers.

Boom.

When We Were
At Rolling Hills,

Every Cold-Sweat Nightmare
I Had Ever Had

Came Flooding Back To Me.

When Everything
Fell Apart,

I Knew I'd Failed
You Guys.

I Didn't Want You
To Compete Again,

Because I Couldn't
Handle It.

This Isn't At All
About Not Believing In You.

I Hate That You
Thought That.

This Is Me.
It's My Stuff, My Fears.

Hey...

Whose Routine Do You Think
Got Us That Trophy Today?

Daisy--

We're Not So Dumb To Think
We Can Do This Without You.

We Want
To Keep On Going.

I Don't Know
About That.

If We Pull Through
In The Next 3 Or 4 Weeks,

We Have A Chance
To Make It To Regionals.

I Realize That.
I--I--

Ms. Bartlett,[I]
Si, Se Puede.

What's That?

It's Our Team Chant.

Marisol Taught It To Us
From Her Granny.

[I]Si, Se Puede.

It Means "Yes, I Can."

[I]Si, Se Puede.

[I]Si, Se Puede.

The Truth,
Mr. And Mrs. Cortez,

Is That The Girls
Made Some Definite

Errors In Judgment.

But I Made
An Even Bigger One.

I Didn't Show Nearly As Much Faith In Them

As They Deserve.

Well, We Appreciate You
Coming To Talk To Us Like This.

Well, Alyssa's
A Terrific Girl.

And I Think
The Dance Team's

Been Really Good
For Her.

For The First Time,
She Not Only Has Books,

She Has Friends.

Oh, That's Great.

So, How Do You Think We Should Tell Mr. Zavala

About This
Little Incident?

He's A Busy Man.

He Has Enough
To Be Worried About.

Thank You.

I Promise
From Here On Out,

I Will Be With The Girls
Every Step Of The Way.

Every School Rule
Will Be Followed.

[I]Gracias, Ms. Bartlett.

No, Really,
Thank You.

Thanks.

So We're Still On?

We Can Compete Again?

™ª Step Into The Party ♪

♪ Look Across The Room ♪

♪ Chillin' With
Your Friends ♪

♪ Couldn't Help
But Notice You ♪

♪ Checkin' The Time... ♪

So, I Need You To Choose


From Your Tribes
And Send Them Down Front.

The Winning Team Has
No Homework Tonight.

All: Yeah! Whoo!

™ª Tonight ♪

♪ Run My Fingers
Through My Hair ♪

♪ Slowly Walk
Right Over There ♪

♪ I'm Shakin' My Hips... ♪

Get Ready...

Get Set...

Go!

[All Talking At Once]

♪ Shake, Shake
Move To The Rhythm ♪

♪ Dance To The Beat ♪

♪ The Feeling Is
Right Tonight ♪

♪ Gotta Get On Your Feet ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Shake, Shake
Move To The Groove Now ♪

♪ Dance Up Ahead ♪

♪ I Just Want
To Dance With You ♪

♪ Gotta Get On Your Feet ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Tell Me Your Name ♪

♪ Let's Talk For A While ♪

♪ Just Can't Resist ♪

♪ That Beautiful Smile ♪

♪ My Wish For Tonight ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Is Dancing With You ♪

♪ With You ♪

♪ Baby, Take My Hand ♪

♪ My Hand ♪

♪ And Make It Come True ♪

♪ Shake, Shake ♪

♪ Move To The Rhythm,
Dance To The Beat ♪

♪ The Feeling
Is Right Tonight ♪

♪ Gotta Get On Your Feet ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

Let's Go!



Don't Look Now,
But You Might Actually Be Getting Good At This.

[Laughs] Well,
I Found It Works Better

If You Let Them Be
A Little Hands-On.

So How's The Dance Team Practice Going?

Great! The Girls Are
Really Working Hard.

Ms. Bartlett: Ok.
That's It For Today.

[Sighs]

Hey, You Wanted
To See Me?

Daisy...

How Come You Didn't
Tell Me You Had An Offer

From Lynell Elliot?

Oh, Come On!
The High School Of The Performing Arts.

That's The Most
Incredible Place!

Yeah.
It's Also A Zillion Miles Across Town.

So?

So, It's Probably A Bunch Of Stuck-Up Rich Kids

With Mommies And Daddies In Show Business.

How Am I Supposed
To Fit In?

What Happened
To [I]"Si, Se Puede"?

[Laughs]

Please.

Chuy Thinks
It's A Stupid Idea.

Chuy...

Hmm.

Is He The Boyfriend?

Yeah.

Plus, He's Bent
At Me Enough

For Spending So Much Time With Dance,

You Know?

And He Thinks
I'm Being Set Up

For Something I Can Never Achieve.

Hmm...

What Grade
Is This Chuy In?

None.
He Dropped Out.

He's A Mechanic
Over At Escobar's.

Which Pretty Much Means His
Future's Been Decided For Him.

Is That What You Want?

Daisy...

Listen, Take It From Somebody Who Has Been There.

This Is The Time
In Your Life

When You Should Be
Seizing Every Opportunity,

Following Your Dream.

Don't Make The Same Mistake I Did, Ok?

[Screaming Joyfully]

We Did It!
We Did It!

We Came In Second!

We're Going
To Regionals!

Ohh!

We're Going All The Way
To San Diego!

All Praise
Ms. Bartlett!

Hail
Ms. Bartlett!

Thank You, Ladies.
I Will See You On Monday,

And Then--We Are On
To Regionals!

All: Yay!

What?

Regionals?

Does That Mean This Thing Isn't Over Yet?

It Would Have Been If We Hadn't Placed Today.

But You Did.

Yeah!

Don't Sound
So Excited For Us.

I'm Gettin' Really Sick Of This, Girl.

Oh, Yeah?

You Never Have Any Time For Me Anymore!

You're Always Dancing
Or Practicing

Or Too Busy
Or Too Tired!

Chuy, Why Can't
You Understand?

Dance Is Finally
Giving Me A Chance

To Do Something
With My Life!

What About Our Life?

What About
All Our Plans?

I'm Just A Kid!

I Don't Wanna
Be All Settled!

You Know, Who Knows
What's Gonna Happen?

I Know!

You're Gonna Go To That Snotnose Actors School.

They're Gonna Chew You Up And Spit You Out,

And You're Gonna Come Limping Back Expecting Me

To Be Waitin'
Here For You?

Well, You Know What?
Bag That,

'Cause I Have
A Life, Too,

And If You Don't
Wanna Be A Part Of It,

Then You're
Out Of It!

Chuy, Wait!

You Know What
Ms. Bartlett Told Me?

She Said That Ever Since
She Quit Juilliard,

She Wondered Every Day
What Would've Happened

If She Stuck It Out.

Every Day,
She Wonders, Chuy!

I Don't Wanna Wonder!
I Wanna Know!

Well, Good For You.

[I]Buena Suerte,
Chica. ¿Eh?

Chuy, Don't Do This!

[Tires Screech]

Answering Machine:
This Is Lynell Elliot.

Please Leave A Message
After The Beep.

[Beeps]

Hi.

Miss Elliot?

This Is Daisy Salinas
From Marshall Middle School.

I Met You At
The Hamilton Dance Meet.

I'm Calling Because I Would Very Much Appreciate It

If You Would Send Me An Application To Your School.

Thanks.

[Crying]

What Do You Mean
We Can't Go?

I Mean,
This Is Everything Those Girls Have Worked For.

I Understand,
But There's Not A Single Dime

Left In The Budget.

Well, What Are We
Talking About, A Bus?

One Bus For One Day?

How Much Could That
Possibly Cost?

Because We'd Be Going
To San Diego,

Which Is Outside
Our District,

I Have To Get
A Liability Rider.

Then There's The Cost Of The Driver,
The Gas, The Bus Itself--

But This Isn't The First Year You've Had A Dance Team.

Why Wasn't This Put In The Budget From The Start?

But This Is The First Year We've Had A Dance Team

That's Even Come Close To Being In The Regionals.

Sir, What Am
I Supposed To Do?

Punish These Girls
For Their Success,

Tell Them If They'd
Only Gone And Failed,

Everything
Would Be Fine?

I'm Very Sorry, Ms. Bartlett,
But I Don't Know

Where I'm Gonna Get
My Hands On $1,200.

Ohh. [Sighs]

What If We Raise
The Money Ourselves?

Yeah. Maybe We Could Even Raise
Enough To Get New Uniforms.

We Could
Have A Car Wash.

Yeah. And We Can Sell Food And Stuff.
Like A Block Party!

Guys, We Have To Do Whatever
It Takes To Get To Regionals.

We Have A Lot To Do
In The Next 2 Weeks.

Like Come Up With
A Whole New Routine.

Actually, You Guys,
I Was Thinking About That.

How Would You Feel If We Did
Something Really Innovative

By Taking Advantage
Of Your Background?

You Mean,
Something Like This?

I Did It Since I Was
Old Enough To Walk.

My Mother Call It[I]
La Lavadora.

The Washing Machine.

Yeah! A-And How 'Bout The Merengue,
Like This?

That's Perfect!
That's It!

That's It!
Who Else?

Anybody Else
Have Something?

My Parents Do The Cha-Cha.
It's Like...

♪ Cha-Cha-Cha ♪

Ms. Bartlett:
Ok, Watch Daisy.

Do You See How
She Makes It Her Own?

She's Going From Cha-Cha
To Hip-Hop, Back To Salsa...

Flamenco...

Mmm...

Unh... Salsa.

Cool. Now, How Do We
Turn It Into A Routine?

Yeah, And How Are We Ever
Gonna Learn It On Time?

Well, Let's
Figure That Out.

Daisy,
What Do You Think?

We Start Up Here,

Bring It Down...

And Hip,

Salsa,

Pirouette...

Come On, Girls,
Try This With Us.

Merengue...

And Do What You Were
Doing Before, Ok?

And Cross Over.

Ok, Perfect.

Spin Around, And...

Shake, Shake, Shake!

From The Top--Up!

Arms Up, Bring It Down,

And Pop
The Head--Salsa...

Pirouette...

Oh! Alex!

What Are You Doing Here?

I Have To Tell You,
You Are Not The Easiest Person

In The World
To Track Down.

Ohh! Come Here!

Let's Go Inside.

Ok.

Get Some Tea.

Are The Rumors True?
Are You Teaching Now?

Ninth-Grade Biology.

[Laughs]
Unbelievable!

And You're
Digging It?

Yeah. It Definitely
Has Its Challenges.

Well, You Know,
The Reason I'm Here--

I Was, Uh, Talking
To Bob Humphrey.

From Medico?

Exactly.

He's Now One Of The Hotshots On The Web.

His Web Site--
It's Huge!

It's Gossip, Advice,
Fashion Tips--

You Know, All The Stuff
For Preteen Girls

With Links To The Best Clothes, Cosmetic,

And Music Sites.
It's Unreal!

And?

And They're
Looking For A Head

Of Customer Relations
And Marketing...

Hmm.

And I Told Them
About You.

Oh...

Well, Alex, That's
Really Flattering, But...

I Think I'm Starting To Hit My
Stride With This Teaching Thing.

How Much You Making?

Enough.

If I Never Wanna Take Another Decent Vacation Again.

Hey, Whatever
You're Pulling In,

Bobby'll
Double It--At Least!

I Mean, He's Had
A Hundred Applicants,

But No One With Your Skills Or Experience.

Now With This Teaching Thing On Top Of It...

Your Students Are
His Core Demographic.

I Don't Know, Alex.

I Don't Know.

Give Him A Call.

They Even Have
An Office In London.

Hmm...

Ahh, You'd Love
London.

Give Him A Call.

Take An Interview.
What Can It Hurt?

I Guess There's No Reason Not To Just Meet The Guy.

Exactly.

Right...

Give Him A Call.

Alyssa: How Can You
Be Failing Math?

It's Only The Term
Progress Report,

Not An Actual
Report Card.

Look, Mr. Zavala Is Totally Crazy About This Stuff.

Any Failing Grade Means You Can't
Be On An After-School Team.

Yeah, But Even [I]He Wouldn't Kick Her Off

Right Before
Regionals.

Wanna Bet?

Stupid Math!

It's Always
Been A Pain!

What Are
We Gonna Do?

Well, Let's Just Talk To Ms. Bartlett.

I Mean,
Maybe She Can Pull Some Strings.

[I]Chicas! Listen Up.
Bad News.

What's Going On,
Marisol?

I Hear Ms. Bartlett
Talking

On Her Cell Phone
About A New Job.

That's Not Possible.

Marisol, Are You
Sure You Heard That?

[I]S!
I Know My English Will Not Be So Perfect,

But My Ears,
They Are Fine.

She Never Wanted To Be Here In The First Place!

We Were Just A Paycheck Between Real Jobs!

Daisy, That's Not True, Ok?
I Don't Believe It!

Look, We Never Should Have Trusted Her!

You're Wrong!
Ms. Bartlett Cares About Us--

A Lot!

Yeah, Right.

She's Staying
Here, Ok?

I'll Bet
Anything.

This Can't
Be Happening!

It's Over!

No, It Isn't!

Uh, Ladies?

Hello?

So, Have You Come To Make Your Farewell Address

To The Troops?

I'm Sorry?

Once A Quitter,
Always A Quitter.

We Know You Had
A Job Interview.

Marisol Heard You
Confirm It.

Is It True?
Are You Leaving?

You Can't!
What About Regionals?

So, Did They Offer
You A Lot Of Money

And Tell You That
You Were The Best?

Actually, It Was An Extremely Generous Offer,

And They Asked Me
To Start On Monday.

Bye. We're Really
Gonna Miss You.

How Could You
Do This To Us?

I Thought We Mattered To You.

Mr. Zavala Won't Let Us Go Anywhere Near Regionals

Without A Coach!

After All
Our Hard Work!

This Is No Fair!

Can I Get A Word In?

Why Bother?

Actually, The Truth Is,

I Turned Them Down.

You Really Did?

So, You're Staying?

Yeah.

[Laughs]

Why?

We're A Team.

Ms. Bartlett: So...

Are You Ready?
Are We Gonna Practice?

Um, Actually?

We've Got Another
Problem To Figure Out.

Well, What If We Considered This One,
Big Extra-Credit Project?

Yolanda Can Collect All The Money
Tomorrow At The Car Wash,

And I'll Check
Her Calculations.

If She Gets It Right,

Then You Can Talk
To Her Math Teacher,

See If He'll Raise
Her Grade To A "D."

That Could Work.

But You Have To Get Her
To Take It Very Seriously.

If Yolanda Doesn't Deliver An Accurate Tabulation,

She's Off
The Dance Team.

You Got It.

Ms. Bartlett...

I Like Your Optimism.

Thanks.

[Sizzling]

Boy: Give Me A Piece
Of That Chicken.

Enjoy.

Thank You.

Hey!

I Washed
So Many Cars,

I'm Gonna Have Pruned Hands For A Month.

Yolanda!
So How Are We Doing?

Collecting's Easy.
It's The Counting

And Adding That'll
Be The Tricky Part.

Let's See.

Aah!

[Laughs]
Oh, Wow!

[Laughs]

So, Are We There?
Did We Do It?

Close, But...

No Cigar.

Well, We Have Enough For The Bus And The Insurance,

But We Still Need Another $100 To Get The Uniforms.

[Car Horn Honks]

Chuy...

What's
With All This?

Somebody Told Me You Were Having
A Little Trouble Reaching Your Goal.

Yeah, Well,
Where Did You Get All These Cars From?

Escobar's Garage.

The Old Man Has The Repairs Washed
Every Time He Turns Them Out.

I, Uh...

Talked Him Into Throwing The Job Your Way.

So, What's The Damage Gonna
Be For 9 Cars And A Van?

$85.

Well, That Still Leaves Us Short 15 And Some Change.

You Owe Me A Wash
And Wax, Girl.

Done!

Ms. Bartlett:
Congratulations, Team.

We're All Going
To Regionals!

Whoo! We're All Gonna
Look So Fine

In Our New Uniforms!

All: Whoo!

Here You Are,
Daisy Salinas.

I've Been
Looking Everywhere.

I Cannot Tell You
How Delighted I Was

To Receive
Your Application,

And I'm Looking Forward To Seeing You Dance Today.

Ah, Great.

No Pressure.

Oh, This Is My Coach
Ms. Bartlett.

This Is
Lynell Elliot.

Oh! It's Really Nice
To Meet You.

A Pleasure.

Well, I Won't
Keep You.

I Know You're
Busy Preparing.

I Just Wanted
To Say Hello,

Wish You Good Luck,
And Let You Know I'll Be Watching.

Uhh...

[Laughs]

You Guys,
I Cannot Believe We're Actually Here.

I'm Gonna Faint.
I'm Gonna Fall Right Over

Into A Dead Faint.

Not Before
We Compete.

Dance First,
Faint Later.

P.A.: Los Alamitos
Dance Team On Deck.

Marshall Middle School
Up Next.

[All Talking At Once]

[Squeals]

P.A.: Good Afternoon,
Ladies And Gentlemen.

Welcome To The Southern
California Regional Dance Finals!

First Up, The Los Alamitos
Red Devils!

Girls: Whoo!

[Cheering]

Woman: Y'all Ready?

™ª Dance ♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Dance ♪

Girls: Yeah, Yeah!

[Music Increases Tempo]

Girls: Dance, Dance!

Girls: Yeah!

[Applause And Cheering]

Esmeralda: You Guys?

You Guys, I Can't
Find Our Pompoms.

Where Are
Our Pompoms?

I'll Go Look
Over There.

Ok, You Go That Way.
I'll Go This Way. Go. Yeah.

I Can't Do This.

Mmm, Of Course
You Can.

No.

No, I--I Can't.

Lynell Elliot
Is Out There.

Daisy...

You Know How Good
You Are,

And, Uh,
I Know You Know

What Today Could
Mean For You, But...

Let Me Tell You Something You May Not Know.

It Certainly Took Me Long Enough To Figure This Out.

There Is
A Big Difference

Between Being [I]The Best

And Being [I]Your Best.

Aiming To Be
The Best Is--

It's Fruitless.
It's A Matter Of Opinion.

But To Be Your Best?

That's Where
You Find Your Spirit.

Look, The Best,
My Best--

What's
The Difference?

I Can't Do Any Of It!

Sure You Can.
You Have Done This 50 Times In Rehearsal.

Do You Know The First Time I Saw You Dance--

In My Classroom--

You Had Such Joy.

You Danced Straight
From Your Heart.

And Do You Know
There Is More Value

And That's
More Contagious

Than Having
A Thousand Trophies.

So, Today I Want You
To Forget About Winning

And Forget
About Lynell Elliot.

Forget Everything...

Except Why It Is
You Want To Dance.

Remember, Sweetie,

Follow Your Heart.

[I]Si, Se Puede!

Hey, Girls!

Good Luck, Ok?

Hang In There.
Bye!

P.A.: Please Welcome The Marshall
Middle School Dance Team!

[Applause And Cheering]

Go, Marshall!



Girls: 5, 6, 7, 8!

[Music Starts]

[Gasps]

Come On, Daisy...

Let's Go!

Girls: Go, Go, Go!

[Applause And Cheering]

Girls: Come On!
Let's Go!

™ª Step Into The Party ♪

♪ Look Across The Room ♪

♪ Baby, Take My Hand ♪

♪ And Make It Come True ♪

♪ Shake, Shake,
Move To The Rhythm ♪

♪ Dance To The Beat ♪

♪ The Feeling Is
Right Tonight ♪

♪ Gotta Get On Your Feet ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Shake, Shake
Move To The Rhythm ♪

♪ Dance To The Beat ♪

♪ The Feeling Is
Right Tonight ♪

♪ Gotta Get On Your Feet ♪

♪ Shake, Shake
Move To The Rhythm ♪

♪ Dance To The Beat ♪

♪ I Just Want
To Dance With You ♪

♪ Gotta Get On Your Feet ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

[Applause And Cheering]

[Applause And Cheering]

All Right!

Marshall!

Whoo-Hoo-Hoo!

Yeah!

Whoo!

[Whistles]

[All Laughing And Talking]

Daisy, We Were
So Awesome!

Doesn't That Mean We're Gonna
Go To State Championships?

And Then
Maybe Nationals!

And Then
Internationals!

No Matter What Happens
After Today,

You Girls Are Amazing!

Well, Maybe 'Cause We've Got An Amazing Coach.

Hey!
To Ms. Bartlett.

No. To Us.

All: To Us!

[All Laughing And Talking]

Can't Believe You Drove
All The Way Down Here.

Oh, You Thought
I'd Miss This?

I Thought You Hated Everything About My Dancing.

[I]No, Chica.

You Know What I Hated?

Feelin' Like I Was
Gettin' Left Behind.

Feelin' Like You Were Gonna
Get Out And Go For The Gold,

And I Was Gonna Be Toolin' Cars Till I'm Toothless.

But Guess What?

This Dropout's
Droppin' Back In.

Chuy, Are You Serious?

Well, I At Least
Gotta See If I Can Do It.

I Am So Proud Of You!

Eh...

Right Back At Ya.

I'll See You Up Front,
All Right?

Ok.

You Were Great.

Yeah!

™ª Shake, Shake ♪

♪ Move To The Rhythm,
Dance To The Beat ♪

Shake It!

媻 The Feeling
Is Right Tonight ♪

♪ Gotta Get On Your Feet ♪

All: Whoo!

Hey, Hey, Everybody,
Look Over Here!

All: [I]Si, Se Puede!

[All Cheering]

♪ Tell Me Your Name ♪

♪ Let's Talk For A While ♪

♪ Just Can't Resist ♪

♪ That Beautiful Smile ♪

♪ My Wish For Tonight ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Is Dancing With You ♪

♪ With You ♪

♪ Baby, Take My Hand ♪

♪ My Hand ♪

♪ And Make It Come True ♪

♪ Shake, Shake ♪

♪ Move To The Rhythm,
Dance To The Beat ♪

♪ The Feeling
Is Right Tonight ♪

♪ Gotta Get On Your Feet ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Shake, Shake ♪

♪ Move To The Groove Now,
Dance Up Ahead ♪

♪ I Just Want
To Dance With You ♪

♪ Gotta Get On Your Feet ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Shake, Shake ♪

♪ Move To The Rhythm
Dance To The Beat ♪

♪ The Feeling
Is Right Tonight ♪

♪ Gotta Get On Your Feet ♪

♪ Shake, Shake ♪

♪ Move To The Rhythm,
Dance To The Beat ♪

♪ The Feeling Is
Right Tonight ♪

♪ Gotta Get On Your Feet ♪♪