01x01 - Newbie QB Pt. 1

[bunniefuu]

S and c and an o-r-e! Score!

Score! Score!

Bulldogs score!

S and c and an o-r-e!

- Welcome back,
Bulldog Nation!

Ace McFumbles here
and what a game it has been!

But with 10 seconds to go,

our Silverado Bulldogs
trail the Warthogs by 6.

A less-seasoned reporter
would be freaking out,

but not this guy.

Excuse me a sec.

Ahhhhhhhh!

And we're back!

- Okay, y'all, let's turn
this game around!

- SPECTATORS: [cheering]

Sha-booyah!

Come on, girls,
pull that bark!

Woof! Woof! Woof!

Woof...Woof...

Why am I the only
one "woofing"?

- Because we're gonna
lose, Bella.

And when we do, this crowd
is going to turn ugly.

- Just like last November.

When the dust settled,
they found eight pompoms,

but only three cheerleaders.

I say we run!
- Pepper, chill!

We're gonna win.

Coach knows, the Warthogs know,
this is the perfect time

for a play-action pass.

- This is the perfect time
for a play-action pass.

- Which is why
the Warthogs' team coach

is not going to call
for a play-action pass--

which is exactly why Coach

is going to call for
a play-action pass.

- Which is exactly why I am
calling for a play-action pass.

- [whistle shrills]
- You got it, Troy?

- Got it, Coach.
- Get out there!

- SPECTATORS: [cheering]

- Yeah, we're not doin' that.

- Remember what Coach said last
time you ignored him?

- Nope, wasn't listening.

Check it. We do my play.
I run for a touchdown.

And then we get to do
our victory dance!

- ALL: ♪ Uh-huh
We're awesome ♪

♪ Uh-huh
We're handsome ♪

- And break!

- ♪

- Ten! Hut!

- ♪

- What is he doing?
- What is he doing?

- That's not the play!
- That's not the play!

- [whistle shrills]
- SPECTATORS: [groaning]

- Sausage and biscuits!
- Sausage and biscuits!

- Oh!
- Oh!

- Oh, and the Bulldogs lose!

This is Ace McFumbles
freaking out!

Ahhhhhhhh!

- [moustache rips skin]
- Ahhhhhhhh!

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

- What was Troy thinking?

All he had to do was fake the
run, spin, and fire it deep.

- [heavy thud]
- [mascot groaning]

- SPECTATORS: [gasping]

- My bad!

Losses make me emotional.

- Hey, girl with
the freakishly strong arm,

you wanna try out
for quarterback?

- Who me? QB?

- Who? Her? Q what?

- ♪

- ♪ Dream like ♪

♪ Team like ♪

♪ Livin' like
one of the boys ♪

- Ten! Hut!

Can you believe it?

A chance to be quarterback
of the Bulldogs.

That's my dream!

- I know. Plus,
you get to hit boys--

legally.

As a girl with
nine brothers,

that's my dream.

- All those years of praying
to the football spirit

stuff finally paid off.

- [heavenly music]

- Thank you, five-time Super
Bowl champs, Dallas Cowboys,

forever and always, amen.

- Um, Bella, I'm not sure all
your prayers have been answered.

Look...
- [radio show music]

- Ace McFumbles here
with breaking news!

A girl is trying out
for the football team.

- [radio show music]

- I know what I think.
- ♪ Cuckoo! Cuckoo! ♪

- But let's hear
from the fans.

- Bella as quarterback.
Thoughts?

- Well, she threw
the ball once.

With the wind. There's no way
she can do that again.

[slams locker]

- A girl quarterback?

- I love Bella,
but she's too nice.

- What she means is no girl
can play football.

They're too wimpy.
[laughing]

- [gasps]
- Ow!

- Bella, quarterback.
Thoughts?

- No girl's tough enough
to play football,

especially Bella.

- Oh, come on.

No one with half a brain
would agree with that.

- Well...

- Do you think they're right?

- Not really, but I'm worried.

You could get hurt.

Or worse.

Football uniforms
are super unflattering

and you'll get helmet-hair
and grass stains.

And be all sweaty
like a boy.

And no one will
want to date you.

You'll never get married

and our kids will never
be BFFs and I just--

- Pepper, breathe...
- Right.

Sometimes I forget
to do that.

- Come on, Pepper,
she's our friend.

And even if the whole world
thinks this is crazy,

we've gotta support her.

- You're right.
You've gotta go for it.

I'm just gonna miss having
you on the cheer squad.

- The cheer squad.

We've got our biggest
competition of the year

on Thursday.

You can't leave us for football!
Are you nuts?

- Wow, what happened to little
Miss Support Your Best Friend?

- I'll support her next week.

Someone's got to catch me
in the basket toss

and it's sure not
gonna be Pepper.

- It's true.
I would drop her.

- Sophie, I'll be there.

I'm not gonna bail
on my cheer sisters

when they need me the most.

- Cheer promise?

- Hand to heart, hope to die,
stick a pompom in my eye.

Now can a girl
get a tri-five?

- ALL: [laughing]

- Sophie, not to alarm you,

but your brothers are outside

flying your underwear
like a kite.

- ¡Hay! Le voy a dar un tremendo
cachetazo.

- I may have to spray
her with the hose again.

- Mom, do you think
it's crazy--

me trying out for football?

- Oh, honey, I don't know.

Football was like
a secret language

you and your Dad shared.

I can still see the two
of you snuggled up

every Sunday on the couch
screaming at the quarterback to,

"throw a home run!"

"Punt a home run."

Wait, I got it,
it's, uh, "punt a touchdown!"

- Well, at least that last try
was all football words.

- You really wanna do
this, don't you?

- I have to, Mom.

I always thought
being a cheerleader

was as close as
I could get to the field.

But now I've actually
got a chance to play.

Can you imagine the look
on Dad's face?

- I don't have to.

It'd look like yours
does right now.

But this isn't gonna be easy.

Plenty of people
aren't gonna like it--

especially the boys
on the team.

- Maybe.

But once they see
what I can do,

they'll be totally
cool with this.

- I am not cool with this.

- It's just wrong.

- She's a girl.

- It's messed up.

- Chill, bro-chachos.
No one can replace "The Troy."

[laughing]
Especially a girl, all right?

They can't play football.

That's...that's science.

Look, she can try out
all she wants,

but there's no way
she's making the team.

- But what if she does?

There will be a girl
in the locker room.

I can barely change in
front of you guys.

- And we're not
talking any girl.

I've known Bella
since first grade

and she's never farted.

- That can't be healthy.

- Guys, focus!

We've got football to play
and you need to get mean.

Sawyer, break out
the angry milk.

- Um, what's angry milk?

- Best sports drink you can
squeeze from an udder.

It comes from the meanest
cow I ever met--

Crazy Nellie.

I pass her every morning
on the way to school.

She's real sweet,

till you try to
take her moo juice.

- [Nellie bellowing]

- Yee-haw!

- [Nellie bellowing]

- [yelping]

Oh...Oh...Oh!

Ah! Take a swig.

That's pure, organic,
grass-fed power.

- Okay.

Oh, I feel the power!

[straining]

Oh, I'm exhausted.

- Stay strong, Newt.

We can't show this girl
any sign of weakness.

- Hey, everybody!
- TROY: [high-pitched squeal]

- I'm not decent!

Okay.

- [laughing]

Guys, I know this is weird.

But all I'm asking for
is a chance to prove I can play.

I'm not just some
girly-girl who--

Ew, I'm sorry,
but this place is riper

than a summertime dumpster.

[spritzing deodorizer]

- BOYS: [coughing, sputtering]

- What are you doing?

- Don't inhale, boys.
It'll give you girly lung.

- It actually is
a very pleasing bouquet.

Is that a hint of lilac?

Hey, who said that?

- All right, listen up, Bella.

Football is a man's game,
for a man's stake.

- ALL: Hoo-rah!
- It's not for girls.

- Look, Troy, I can understand
if you're a little threatened

by the idea of competing
with a girl.

So just treat me
like one of the boys.

- [whistle shrills]

- Why are you guys treatin'
her like one of the boys?

Get out so
she can change! Go!

[tweeting whistle]

- Okay, but after this.
One of the boys!

Today's the big day, guys.
Any advice?

- Just be yourself
and don't get hurt.

- Don't worry, this is
gonna be just like

playing in the back
yard with my Dad.

- [loud thud]
- [whistle shrills]

- BELLA: [wincing]
- PEPPER & SOPHIE: [gasping]

- I was wrong.

- Bella, are you okay?

- I'm all right.

- You tackle my friend again,
I will take you out!

- Come on, Sophie,
it was a legal hit.

- Besides, Mom says
you're not allowed to

beat us up at
school any more.

- [whistle shrills]

- Sophie, I'm okay.
It was just one hit.

- [heavy thud]
- [whistle shrills]

- [heavy thud]
- [whistle shrills]

- [heavy thud]
- [whistle shrills]

- Hike!

- ♪

- [whistle shrills]
- SPECTATORS: [applauding]

- BELLA: Set! Hike!

- [whistle shrills]

- [whistle shrills]

[whistle shrills]

- [heavy thudding]

- [whistle shrills]

- Take five.

- TROY: Don't feel
bad, Bella.

- No shame in walkin' away.
- That's true.

I walked away like five
times my first week,

but my dad kept
driving me back.

- [sighing]

Well, I'm not
walking away.

- [clump of grass thuds]

- I'm just getting started.

- [shoulder pads collide]
- Ow!

Coach?

[high-pitched voice]
Did you see that?

- BELLA: Set! Hike!

- [heavy thud]
- [whistle shrills]

- ♪ I'm lightning up my feet ♪

♪ And that's what they don't
see, mmm-mmm ♪

♪ That's what they don't see,
mmm-mmm ♪

♪ I'm dancing on my own
Dancing on my own♪

♪ I make the moves up as I go
Moves up as I go♪

♪ And that's what they don't
know, mmm-mmm ♪

♪ That's what they don't know,
mmm-mmm ♪

♪ But I keep cruising ♪

♪ Can't stop, won't stop
grooving ♪

♪ It's like I got this music
in my mind ♪

♪ Saying, "It's gonna be
alright" ♪

- Yes!

- [whistle shrills]

- Set! Hike!

- ♪ And the haters gonna hate,
hate, hate, hate, hate ♪

♪ Baby, I'm just gonna shake,
shake, shake, shake, shake ♪

- ♪ I shake it off,
I shake it off ♪

- Oof!

- ♪ I shake it off,
I shake it off ♪

- Sha-booyah!

- Decision time, folks.

Will Coach go with
the experience

of Troy "The Wonder
Boy" Dixon?

- SPECTATORS: [cheering]

- Or the rocket arm

of Bella "Nickname To
Be Determined" Dawson?

What will he do?

- Okay, guys.
- ACE: What will he do?

- He will tell ya to
shut off that mic,

or he will come up
and take it from you.

- And the Coach threatens
award-winning commentator.

Story at 5:00.

- [microphone feedback
screeching]

- [laughing]

Bella, now you have the arm,
you know the game,

but you're still untested.

Going with you would
be a big risk.

- Here it comes, boys.
He's lettin' her down easy.

- But this is Texas.
We go big or we go home!

Gentlemen, say hello
to your new quarterback.

- BELLA: [screaming]

Yip! Yippee! Yip! Yippee!

I did it! I did it!

[screaming]

- Mark your calendars, boys.

Today, football died in Texas.

- My life is over.

- I did it! I'm quarterback!
Best day ever!

- I'm not quarterback any more.
Do you realize what this means?

- [velcro ripping]

- I'm not "The Troy."

I'm just "A Troy."

I can't live like that.

- We've gotta find a way
to get her off the team.

- Well, how do we do that?
- I don't know.

- Well, we'd better
think of something.

This isn't just about me.

It's about you poor guys having
to play without me.

- Hi, guys.

- Hi, Bella.

I mean, we don't like you.

- Well, I hope you
like free pizza.

It's on me. Enjoy.

- Okay, nice try,
but we don't want your--

Dudes!

- [muffled]
I don't know.

- Troy, I know you're
not happy about this.

But we're teammates now.

Maybe if we get to know
each other better,

you know, shared
our hopes and fears,

we might actually
get to be friends.

- I knew this pizza
wasn't free.

- Well, now hold
on there, Sawyer.

Bella might be right.

- OTHERS: Really?

- Sure, I mean,
we all have hopes and fears.

Maybe if you go first,
I'll find the...

the courage to share mine.

- Oh, well...

Okay, don't laugh.

- No.

- When I was six, we went
to the state fair.

- [sheep bleating]

- Ooh, a petting zoo.

- [carnival music]

- Oops.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, that could
have been bad.

- [Diablo bellowing]

- BELLA: [screaming]

I know it's silly.

But bulls still
totally terrify me.

- Bulls.

Interesting.

- SOPHIE: Hmph!

- She said, hmph!

- Oh, hey, what are--

Oh, my gosh, I missed
your practice.

- BOTH: Hmph!

- I need to talk to them.

But I love what
we're doing.

Keep sharing while I'm gone.
[laughing]

- Oh, you know it.
[laughing]

I just figured out
a way to make Bella quit.

Sawyer, can you put
fake horns on Crazy Nellie?

- Does a goose squat
sideways in a muddy swamp?

That means, yes.

Yes, I can.

- Okay, listen...

- Guys, I am so sorry.

- Don't worry, it's not
like tonight's

the biggest cheer
competition of the year.

- Which it is.

See, she's being sarcastic
'cause we're mad at you.

- And you have every
right to be mad.

I lost track of time,
football ran late,

and I made the team
and then the guys--

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Did you just say
you made the team?

- You're looking at the
Bulldogs' new quarterback!

- ALL: [screaming]

- First female quarterback!

You are historic like...like
that guy who walked on the moon.

- Except you're a girl,
and this is Texas,

which makes it way harder.

- And now that I'm QB, I can be
totally focused for tonight.

It's our last year
of competition together

and we are going to
kick some booty!

- You mean it?

- Hey, I made you guys
a cheer promise.

And I intend to keep it.

Now come here, you two.

- ALL: [laughing]

- I feel so much better.

- I hate it when we fight.
- Me, too.

It gives me gas.

We should go.
- Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!

- See you at
the competition.

Love you!

Oh, hey, teammates.
How's the sharing?

- Fantastic.

It made us realize you are just
what this team needs.

- I am?
- Yep.

All you have to do is go through
the official initiation.

- I'm getting initiated?

Could this day get
any better?

Bring it on, y'all!

- ALL: [cheering]

- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

It's not official yet.

Meet us in the locker
room in an hour.

- Uh, tiny problem.

I have a huge cheer
competition tonight.

- Uh, but this is our
most sacred tradition.

- Every Bulldog does it.

- Yeah, but we can do it--
- You know what?

Forget it, guys.

I guess she doesn't
wanna be one of the boys.

- Wait!

How long will it take?

- Not long at all.

- Nope, over like that.
[snaps fingers]

- Okay, I'm in.

I'll see you in an hour.

So excited!

- BOYS: Yay!

- Oh, she is so going down.

- ♪

- Bella Dawson, this is your
Bulldog initiation.

- ALL: [thumping floor]

- If you fail, by sacred
Bulldog law, you must...

- ALL: [thumping floor]

- ...quit the team.
Forever.

- SAWYER & NEWT:
Ever. Ever. Ever.

- Bring it on.

Whatever it is,
I can handle it.

- SAWYER & NEWT:
[laughing]

- Very well.

Then remove
your blindfold and...

- ALL: [thumping floor]

- ...slap that bull.

- Bull?

- [Crazy Nellie snorting]

- ALL: Slap that bull!
Slap that bull!

- [Crazy Nellie bellowing]
- [screaming]

- [screaming]

- BOYS: Slap that bull!
Slap that bull!

Slap that bull!

- See? What'd
I tell ya, boys?

- I wanna play football!

- Don't!

- [loud slap]
- [Crazy Nellie bellowing]

- ALL: [screaming]

- Mad cow!

- [bellowing]
- It's a mad cow!

- [bellowing]

- ♪

- SPECTATORS: [cheering]

- Ace McFumbles here at
cheerleader competition,

hoping to interview
new QB, Bella Dawson.

In fact, she's the only
reason I'm here.

Because, let's face it,
cheerleading isn't a real sport.

- Ace: [heavy thud]

Ow!

- Okay, we're on in five minutes
and Bella's still not here.

She's the only one who can catch
you in a basket toss.

Who's gonna do that now?

What are we gonna do?
Who's gonna catch you?

How do we--
[muffled chattering]

- Pepper, chill.

Has Bella ever broken
a cheer promise?

- [muffled chattering]

- What?
- I said, no.

- SPECTATORS: [cheering]

- [Crazy Nellie bellowing]

[snorting]

[bellowing]

- I think we lost her.

- Yeah, I think you're right.

- [Crazy Nellie bellowing]
- [horns pierce metal]

- ALL: [screaming]

- [Crazy Nellie
ramming book bin]

- [departing hooves clomping]

- Sawyer, why didn't you
tell me she was so crazy?

- Dude, her name's
"Crazy" Nellie

and she was fine till you
made me drive her here

for this fake initiation.
- TROY: What?!

- No, it's obvious--
- What?

Fake initiation?

This whole thing
was a trick?

- No.
[laughing]

- Of course not.

- Newt?

- It's all lies!

We made it up to scare
you off the team!

That wasn't even a bull. It was
a cow with fake horns on it.

- SAWYER: Oh...

- Who said that?

- Seriously?

After everything I did to prove
I belong on this team?

After I trusted you with
my deepest fear?

You used it against me?

- In our defense,

if you hadn't been so good,

we wouldn't have
been forced to do this.

So, I mean, you know, if there
are apologies to be made,

perhaps you should
go first.

- Okay, I'll go first.

[smacking]
- BOYS: [yelping]

- We're gonna be
in here forever.

And I'm gonna be
the first one eaten.

Curse my well-marbled
mid-section.

- Not me. I made a cheer promise
and I'm gonna keep it.

There's gotta be a way
to get past that cow.

- [Crazy Nellie snorting]

- ♪

- And I just figured
out what it is.

- ♪

- Hey, butter hutters!

- [Crazy Nellie bellowing]

- Over here.

- [Cowboy movie
stand-off music]

- [bellowing]

- [snorting]

- [whimsical bull fight music]

- [Crazy Nellie bellowing]

- Sha-booyah!

- ALL: Wow.

- Oh, now I get a "wow"?

Here's an idea.

See if there's a book in there
on how not to be a jerk.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I've got real friends
who need me.

[sighing]

- I could have
made that throw.

- Me, too.

- I peed a little.

- I'm here, guys!

- CHEERLEADERS:
Woooo!

- Oh, no, what happened?

- Clearly, someone hasn't
downloaded my McFumbles app.

Only 99 cents
for a limited time.

- ♪

- ACE: They had
the championship in the bag.

All they had to do was that last
flippy-tumble thingy.

Let's watch it in
painfully-slow-mo.

- ♪

♪

- SOPHIE: Ow!

- Didn't I catch you?

- SOPHIE: It was more
painful in person.

- In all my minutes of covering
this majestic sport,

I've never seen
just a tragedy.

But it made for great TV.
Thanks!

Come along now, Marvin.

- Guys, I am so, so sorry.

The boys set up this
fake initiation.

But it was all--
- Seriously, Bella...

I don't want to hear
about football.

You broke a cheer promise
and I broke my arm.

- And I am injured, too.

I have emotional trauma.

- I feel terrible.

Guys, I promise I'll
make it up to you.

- Oh, yay, another promise.

You're so good at those.

- I hope football
is worth it.

- But...But, guys,
if you would just--

- ♪

- Come on, guys, think.

If we can't get rid of Bella
before tonight's game,

you're going out there with
a girl quarterback.

All I need is an idea,
all right, just one.

Anybody?

- Got it.

First we build a girl trap,
then we draw her in

with a trail of lady bait.

- What's, uh, lady bait?

- I don't know. Glitter.
Shoe catalogues.

Oh, those little soaps
that look like seashells

that Mom says I'm
not supposed to use--

even though they're soap.

So, what's the point,
if I can't even--

- Okay, guys,
this is ridiculous.

What's next? Pray she gets
hit by a meteor?

- All right, everybody hold
hands. Take a knee.

- CHEERLEADERS: [laughing]

[laughter stops abruptly]

- [whistle shrills]

- COACH: Bulldogs,
bring it in!

Dawson!

Dawson!
- Sorry, Coach.

- All right, all right.
Come on, get in here.

Get in here.

Now I don't have to tell you
how big tonight's game is.

The Tigers are tough.

But, Dawson, you showed
me something this week.

You got the arm,
you got the guts,

you got that lilac spray

that really freshens
up the locker room.

You earned your spot.

Let's have a great
practice, all right?

Tonight, we are gonna beat
the stripes off those Tigers!

- [whistle shrills]

- All right, get out there!

- Set! Ready?

- Ow!

- Hut!

- [whistle shrills]

- Dawson!
Get your head in the game!

- BELLA: Right. Sorry.

Set! Ready?

Set! Hike!

- [bird screeches]

- [whistle shrills]

- I can be warmed up
in a minute, Coach.

Oh, yeah, that's good.

- Get it together, kid!

Focus!

- Come on, Bella,
you heard him.

Focus.

Hut! Hut! Hike!

- [heavy thud]
- COACH: Ah! Ah!

[gasping]

[high-pitched voice]
Dawson...my office...now.

What in the world
is going on with you?

I'm trying to give
you a shot here.

And I've got a lot of people
telling me I'm crazy.

Help me out.

- I'm sorry, Coach.

I'm just having a really
hard time right now.

I mean...

What do you do when you hurt
your friends' feelings,

and it was kind of your
fault, but not totally,

because you were stuck in a book
bin hiding from a fake bull

with a bunch of stupid boys
who'll never like you

no matter what you do--
- [whistle shrills]

- Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

This is a locker room.

Which means it's
a "no cry" zone.

Look, football players can't
afford to get all emotional.

We take our feelings
and we bury them deep inside.

Then we burn the map
so we can't ever find them.

That's what a man does.

- Well, I'm not a man,
I'm a girl.

And when I feel things,
I can't pretend I don't.

- Dawson, look,
this game is too big

for me to take
a risk on a player

who can't guarantee
me 100 percent.

Yeah, I'm sorry,
you're off the team.

- I understand, Coach.

Thanks for the chance.

- JoJo, smoothies
for the team.

I'm buying.
- PLAYERS: [chattering]

- Oh, left my wallet at home.

Newt, you got this, right?

- I'm not exactly sure I have--
- My man!

Hey, just the ladies
I wanted to thank.

- Thank? For what?

- You did what praying
for a meteor couldn't.

- You got Bella kicked
off the team.

- What?
- How?

- She was so bummed about
messing up your cheer thing,

she fell apart at practice
and Coach cut her.

- We tried so many ways
to get her off the team.

I can't believe all it too
was a little girl drama.

- Bella got kicked off
the team and you're celebrating?

- You are horrible people!

- Wait a minute. Aren't you
happy about this, too?

- Why would we be happy
about that?

- Don't you know how
much football means to her?

- Bella's loved it ever since
she was a little girl,

and she used to play all the
time with her dad before--

Oh, my gosh,
we are horrible people.

- We're just as bad
as they are.

She earned her spot
and she deserves to play.

But you guys weren't
man enough to let her.

- We have to talk to her.
Come on.

- She did earn her spot.

- I mean, she is good.

- She tackles
better than me.

- Maybe, but there's
nothing we can do now.

- He's right.
It's too late.

We've got football to play
and we need to focus.

Now can I get a Hoo-rah!
- OTHERS: Hoo-rah...

- I can't hear you!
- OTHERS: Hoo-rah!

- Now that's what
I'm talking about.

- Come on.

- ♪

- [knock on door]

[door opens]

- I was gonna bring you
your favorite ice cream.

But I got distracted by that
show where they reunite people

with their lost pets
and I got so emotional,

I ate it all, so...

Here's a banana.

- Thanks, Mom.

- Oh, honey, I hate
to see you like this.

Maybe if you talk
to the Coach.

- What's the point?

I've lost my friends.
The guys on the team hate me.

I'm such a mess, I couldn't
even complete a pass.

Maybe everybody was right.

I should never have
tried out in the first place.

- Bella, I may not know
much about football,

but I do know you.

I'm gonna show
you something.

- Whoa, what an arm.

- Throw it back, Daddy.

- MOM: It's getting
pretty late, Bella.

- DAD: Yeah, maybe we
should head inside, kiddo.

- No, I wanna play football
forever. Please?

- Ha, that's my little
quarterback.

Okay, five more minutes?

- Yes!

- Go long. Oh.

Oh, touchdown!

- Sha-booyah!
- DAD: [laughing]

- I could always get him
to play five more minutes.

- That little girl loved
football more than anything.

- And she still does.

I'm going to talk to Coach.

- Oh, take the banana.

You're gonna need the energy
when he puts you in.

- We were so wrong!

- You need to get Coach to put
you back on the team!

- You know what, guys?
You're absolutely right.

What are we waiting for?
Let's go!

- Wow, that was a lot
easier than I thought.

- Yeah, we're really
good convincers.

- I don't know how
you two do it.

- Now let's go score
some touchdowns!

I think I got that right.

Girls, don't let me
forget that line!

- CHEERLEADERS:
♪ Go, go, Bulldogs ♪

♪ Touchdown. Touchdown ♪

♪ Let's go, Bulldogs,
let's go ♪

- I wish I could say
welcome back.

But a late interception has put
our beloved Bulldogs behind

with only seconds left.

- Listen up.
Now we have 15 seconds to win.

Sawyer, can you get open?

- Their defense is faster than
a greased pig in a mudslide.

That means, no.

No, I cannot.

- And even if Sawyer
could get open,

I can't throw
that far, Coach.

- Aw, man!

- I can.

- Dawson, what are
you doing here?

- I'm here because I love
football more than anything.

I almost forgot that.

Coach, you said
I showed you something.

You said I earned my spot.

The only reason you cut me

was because you thought I
couldn't give a hundred percent.

Well, I'm standing here
telling you I can.

Give me a chance
and I'll prove it.

- Look, I'm sorry, I can't deal
with this right now.

I have a game to win.

- [sighing]

- Then play Bella.

Guys, look, she's the best
quarterback we've got.

And she wouldn't have
been off her own game,

if we hadn't been such jerks.

- It's true.
They were terrible.

- I never thought
I'd say this,

but Bella is
our only shot.

- Yeah, she is.
- Give her a chance.

- Come on, Coach, please?

- Yeah, don't
underestimate her.

Just like I did.

- And Troy's the fastest
guy on the team.

He can beat anybody.

- Oh, and you know he can.

- ♪ Let's go, Bulldogs,
let's go ♪

♪ Let's go, Bulldogs... ♪

- Well, then, what are
you waiting for, Dawson?

Get your uniform on!
- [whistle shrills]

- Coach, get your team
on the field.

- There's no time for
her to change.

- Oh, don't worry, this
is my area of expertise.

Ah, my leg!

Oh, there goes the back!
My back! My back!

- [whistle shrills]

- Injury! Time out!

- So, Ernie, how are
Gladys and the kids?

- Wow, is that kid
injury prone.

And now back to
our inevitable defeat.

- SPECTATORS: [chattering]

- Wait, what's this?

- ♪

- Am I seeing
what I'm seeing?

- ♪

- ♪ You think you got
the best of me... ♪

- That's my girl!
Woooo!

- ♪ Bet you think
that everything ♪

♪ Good is gone ♪

♪ Think you left me
broken down ♪

♪ Think that I'd
come running back ♪

♪ Baby, you don't know me ♪

♪ 'Cause you're dead wrong ♪

♪ What doesn't k*ll you
makes you stronger ♪

- Come on!

♪ Stand a little taller ♪

♪ Doesn't mean I'm lonely... ♪

- All right, y'all,
my Dad always said,

it doesn't matter
if you win or lose,

but winning's
a lot more fun.

Deep fade on two.

Ready?
- BULLDOGS: Break!

- Ready?
- TIGERS: Break!

- SPECTATORS: [cheering]

- [laughing] Oh, guys,
look, it's a girl.

You get lost on
your way to the mall?

Buh-burn!
[laughing]

- Down! Set! Hut! Hut!

- ♪

- [heavy thud]

- ♪

- [whistle shrills]

- Sha-booyah!

- MOM: [screaming]

- I don't believe it!
Bulldogs win!

Bulldogs win!

- ♪

- What's wrong?

Get lost on your way to
the quarterback? Buh-burn!

- What a catch!
- What a throw!

- Hey, there's my quarterback!

- [heavy thud]

- My bad.

Winning makes
me emotional.

[laughing]

- ALL: [cheering, whistling]

- Girl Power! Girl Power!

Bella! Bella! Bella!

- ALL: [chanting "Bella!"]

- ♪

- BELLA: [laughing]

- WOMAN ANNOUNCING: QB Table,
your pizza's up.

- I got it.
- I'll help.

Thanks for sticking
up for me today.

- Don't thank me.
You earned it.

- Wow, another compliment.

It's almost like
you're warming up to me.

- Whoa, whoa, what I'm warming
up to is catching touchdowns.

These hands might be
my ticket to the pros.

Just keep throwing
me the ball.

- I'll keep throwing it.

Your head's getting so big,
it's an easy target.

Buh-burn!

- Not bad.

This might just work out.

- Oh, please, Bella's
throw won the game.

- Without my boy Troy's catch,

that pass is as useless
as pigeon poop on a pump handle.

- Poop?

- Cowboy, I will take
you out!

- Not if I take
you out, first.

To dinner.

In pain town.
Grrrr!

- ALL: [arguing over
top each other]

- We should probably
do something.

- You're right. Tell your
girls to apologize.

- For what? Your boys
probably started it.

- Name one time we ever
started anything.

- Mmm...my first practice,
my second practice,

my fake initiation--
- Okay!

You know what
your problem is?

You live in the past,
all right?

The Troy looks
to the future.

- In your future, does Sawyer
catch all the touchdown passes

while you cry softly
on the bench?

- Oh, no, you didn't!
- Yes, I did!

- ALL: [arguing over
top each other]

- ♪