- Cynthia Rose: I have a confession to make.
- Fat Amy: We all know where this is going. Lesbi-honest.
- Cynthia Rose: This is hard for me to admit to you guys, but for the past two years, I have had a serious gambling problem.
- Fat Amy: What?
- Beca: What?
- Cynthia Rose: It all started when I broke up with my girlfriend.
- Fat Amy: Whomp, there it is!
- [Their bus starts to sputter and slow]
- Aubrey: What the hell?
- Fat Amy: It's pretty cool, actually... I think we're just running out of gas.
- Aubrey: No, that can't be! You just filled the tank!
- Fat Amy: Yeah, I did! And yet, maybe I didn't, because I got hit by flying Mexican food.
- [the bus sputters to a stop]
- Fat Amy: And we're out.
- Aubrey: A-ca-scuse me?
- Fat Amy: A-ca-believe it!
- [Part of the Bella oath]
- Aubrey: And I solemnly promise to never have sexual relations with a Treblemaker, or may my vocal cords be ripped out by wolves.
- Tommy: For the audition, you will sing 16 bars of Kelly Clarkson's 'Since You've Been Gone'. If a group likes you, they will contact you directly. My tone-deaf sidekick, Justin here, will be collecting your information.
- Justin: [Walking behind Tommy] If I could sing a lick, I would. But I can't. And I hate myself every day because of it.
- Tommy: [Looks over at Justin] I know.
- [Looks back at audience]
- Tommy: But if you think this is just some high school club where you can sing and dance your way through any social issue... Or confuse sexuality, you have come to the wrong place. There is none of that here. That's high school. This shit is real life. NOW. don't just bring it, sing it, and let's do this.
- Bumper: You girls are awesome... ly horrible. I hate you. Kill yourselves. Girl power! Sisters before misters!
- [Chloe has burst, stark naked, into Beca's stall while she's showering]
- 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: [Scoffs and takes off her hat, revealing her pink hair] Yeah, hi. My name is Cynthia Rose.
- Donald: Huh. Not a dude. It's not a dude.
- [Beca returns to her room after being released from jail]
- Fat Amy: What up, Shawshank?
- Cynthia Rose: Did you get yourself a bitch?
- Fat Amy: Did they spray you with a hose?
- Lilly: [quietly] I did a turn at County.