This is the sixth fic in my chronology, and the follow-up to "Andrea Speaks!" It follows
I'd give it a 2S... not quite as long as "Andrea Speaks!"
Er, I kind of exaggerated the rivalry between Brittany and Quinn in my Ten Spot Promo. I made it sound like it was going to be a campy "clash of the titans," or "Celebrity Death Match." In fact, the episode is fairly toned-down. It is about Brittany versus Quinn, but it's even more about Quinn versus Quinn....
So just sit back and.................... Enjoy!
Ten Spot Promo: The woman talks into a mini tape-recorder, places the tape in an envelope, and puts the envelope on a bench. Then two guys jump for it, and I forgot the rest.....
[intro theme music...................]
SCENE 1 (Morgendorffer house, late evening)
(Shot of the outside. Off screen voice-over: )
CHEERLEADERS: WE HAVE THE SPIRIT, YEAH-YEAH!!! WE HAVE THE SPIRIT, YEAH-YEAH...!!!
(Cut to shot of Daria, Helen, and Jake sitting in the living room. Daria sits on the left hand couch, where she's been reading a book. She now lowers the book, a pained expression on her face. Helen and Jake, seated on the center couch, look up from what they've been doing. They, too, wear pained "Oh no!" expressions. We hear the sounds of pounding overhead, and the cheerleaders calling out.)
CHEERLEADERS: (off screen) WE'VE GOT STRENGTH, WE'VE GOT MIGHT, WE'RE THE TEAM WITH ALL THE FIGHT!!! GOOOOOO... LIONS!!!!!!! (Pause. then they launch into their cheer again.)
JAKE: Not again!
DARIA: (to Helen) So when should I bounce the Rah-rah sisters?
HELEN: (placating) Now, now, let's try to show some tolerance. They won't be here much longer.
DARIA: You've been saying that for over an hour.
JAKE: Yeah!
(Beat)
HELEN: (looking annoyed) Well sooner or later I'll be right, now, won't I? (Bt) Daria, if it bothers you so much, why not go up to your room?
DARIA: And be closer to the epicenter? Nope. (Bt) 'Til Quinn has the nerve to toss out her disciples, I'm staying in exile.
(Beat. Helen rolls her eyes.)
HELEN: Daria, would it hurt you to be supportive of your sister just this once?? She's taken on a very big responsibility, being head cheerleader of the school.
DARIA: I support her right to life on this planet. Anything more would be asking too much.
HELEN: You know you could learn a little from her example. She --
(Daria's eyes narrow.)
DARIA: I'll shoot myself before I take lessons from Quinn.
(Helen flings her hands in the air in a "fine, fine" manner. Then she, Daria, and Jake notice that it's become very still. All three release a sigh.)
HELEN: Now you see? They're -- (the cheering and pounding start up again. Helen closes her eyes and groans.)
(Just then, some plaster from the ceiling falls down on top of Jake's head. He brushes it off and looks at it, then goes into a rage.)
JAKE: Dammit! The bastards who sold us this house said it was newly insulated! Those rotten liars!! (shakes a fist) Damn them!! DAMN them!!!!
HELEN: (losing all composure) Oh honest to God! How can anyone even think around here much less put together the most important case of her career!
DARIA: And so...?
HELEN: Daria, go ask your sister and her friends to keep it down.
(Daria slides off the couch.)
DARIA: With pleasure. (leaves)
(cut to: )
SCENE 2 (Quinn's room)
(Shot of the door. We see Daria opening the door part way just as the cheer is dying down. She frowns and peers into the room. Cut to her POV: Quinn is sitting on her bed, dressed normally and not wearing glasses, looking like a teacher observing the class. The other cheerleaders are clustered in front of her. Angie, the cheerleader we know from "Daria Dance Party" and "Andrea Speaks!", looks at her subserviently.)
ANGIE: How was that, Quinn? Were we bouncy enough?
(Pause. Quinn's brows furrow in thought.)
QUINN: Hmm... I saw bounce, and yet... I didn't feel bounce. You haven't tapped into the bounciness within yet.
(The cheerleaders' expectant looks fade.)
ANGIE: You're right. (Bt) It's just so hard to be bouncy, now that I know wearing the school's colors during daylight hours is a fashion don't. [*] see "The Lost Girls"
(The other cheerleaders murmur in agreement. The brown-haired one from "Daria Dance Party," whom I'll call Shana, speaks up: )
LISA: Yeah. I feel so dirty.
(She and the other cheerleaders shudder. Quinn gets an almost maternal expression on her face. Jumps off the bed and puts an arm around both Angie's and Shana's waist.)
QUINN: (in that same counseling tone she used in "Monster") Guys, don't worry -- that's why I'm here. To help you. (Bt) I've already made arrangements for new ice blue uniforms to be delivered.
CHEERLEADERS: Yeah!/ All right!/ You're the best!
QUINN: (smirking. enjoying the praise) With a special fabric protector that dissolves sweat.
(She shudders a little at the word "sweat," as do the other cheerleaders.)
LISA: (grateful) Wow, Quinn, you think of everything.
QUINN: (faux modest) I try.
(She smirks as the other cheerleaders murmur appreciatively. Then suddenly she sees Daria spying on them from off screen. Frowns.)
QUINN: Daria, what're you doing here??
(Cut to shot from her POV. Daria opens the door a little wider. Wears a deadpan expression.)
DARIA: Trying to pick up fashion tips.
(Resume shot of Quinn, glaring. Meanwhile, the other cheerleaders gaze at Daria with slightly freaked expressions.)
QUINN: Very funny. (Bt) Are you spying for Mom and Dad??
(Cut to shot of Daria.)
DARIA: Nope. Mine is purely an errand of mercy. (Bt) I came to tell you to can the noise. Certain other people in this house are fed up with having to listen to it.
(Cut to shot of Quinn. She rolls her eyes.)
QUINN: Fine -- we're through here, anyway. (turns to the other cheerleaders. claps her hands together in an energetic manner.) Okay, you guys, let's call it a night.
CHEERLEADERS: All right!/ Cool!/ Phew!
QUINN: (to Daria. scornful) There, you see?? (Bt) Now go away an' leave us alone.
(Cut to shot of Daria. She frowns and rolls her eyes.)
DARIA: As you wish, Your Highness. (closes the door)
(Cut to shot of Quinn glaring back at Daria. She's picked up some subtle connotation in Daria's nickname, but doesn't know what to make of it. Just then, the cheerleader with the short orange hair from "Daria Dance Party," whom I'll call Heather [there's gotta be one], looks at Quinn beseechingly.)
HEATHER: Quinn, before we go: d' you have me scheduled down for our "avoiding split ends" session?
(Quinn points to a Deena Decker schedule book on her dresser. It's aqua, because she's already used up the coral one.)
QUINN: I've got you right in there. Tomorrow. Four. My house.
HEATHER: (clasping her hands together) Oh thank you!
(The other cheerleaders look at each other, then at Quinn with beseeching expressions.)
CHEERLEADERS: Oh! Can I get in on that, too?!
ANGIE: Jumping up and down is so hard on your hair.
CHEERLEADERS: Yeah!
(Beat. Quinn holds up her hands in a benevolent "calm down" manner.)
QUINN: (cheery) Guys, guys, guys... there's more than enough Quinn to go around. I can make appointments with all of you.
CHEERLEADERS: Whoo-hoo!/ All right!/ Great!
(They huddle around Quinn and give her times and days. Quinn loves the attention.)
LISA: (adoring) Quinn, you've only been head cheerleader for a couple of weeks, and already I feel like I've learned so much from you.
ANGIE: Yeah. We never got any of this when Brittany was head cheerleader.
(Quinn's smirk deepens.)
QUINN: I know.
(fade-out. fade-in to: )
SCENE 3 (bathroom, nighttime)
(Shot of Quinn in pajamas, standing in front of the mirror. She's making little gestures that suggest modified cheers. Just then, Daria walks in, also in pajamas, and stands beside her. Observes Quinn with a deadpan expression.)
DARIA: Did something crawl into your nightgown?
(Quinn continues to gesture as she peers sideways at Daria and frowns.)
QUINN: Leave me alone, Daria. I'm busy.
(Beat)
DARIA: Training to become a mime?
(Quinn drops her arms, glares at her.)
QUINN: I'm cheering.
DARIA: Oh. So that's what that was.
(Quinn turns back to the mirror, starts making gestures again.)
QUINN: Quit making fun of me.
(Pause)
DARIA: Don't tell me that's all you can do.
QUINN: Of course it's not! (Pause. hesitant) I probably know... lots of stuff. I just haven't tried.
DARIA: Yeah, that must be it.
(Quinn resumes gesturing.)
QUINN: So I don't like jumping around an' getting all sweaty. So what??
DARIA: Well, being able to lead a cheer's pretty important when you're head cheerleader.
QUINN: I can lead a cheer. (Bt) I just do it differently -- like that guy who waves a wand thingy that tells his band what to play. What's he called?
DARIA: A charlatan. (Bt) Well I gotta say, Quinn, with a can-do attitude like that, you really are an improvement over Brittany.
(Beat)
QUINN: (not sure if she's being sarcastic or not) Thanks.
DARIA: And if you don't mind my asking: how exactly did you get picked to be head cheerleader?
QUINN: I've already told you.
DARIA: That you got elected, but not much more. (Bt) So what's the story behind this election?
QUINN: (annoyed) There is no story.
DARIA: (sarcastic) Oh, right. (Bt) I suppose the other cheerleaders just decided one day to make you their leader. Without any convincing from you whatsoever.
(Quinn pauses to mull over those remarks, then decides to level with Daria.)
QUINN: Well okay, so it's true I wanted to be head cheerleader. (Bt) I mean God -- leave an important role like that to Brittany?? She can't even apply lipstick without screwing up.
DARIA: True.
QUINN: It's not like I even had to twist the other girls' arms, or anything. Sheesh -- offer some sign of leadership ability, and they'll come running.
DARIA: Right. Come running... just like that.
QUINN: Weeell, I did give them makeover tips and free bounce lessons my first few days with the team. Maybe that did it.
(Daria cocks an eyelid.)
QUINN: Like I expected them to elect me after the first week. Two or three maybe... but the whole thing was as much a surprise to me as it was to anyone else.
DARIA: I see. And now you'll just have to force yourself to reap the benefits.
(Quinn sighs with obvious satisfaction.)
QUINN: I suppose. (Bt) It's a big responsibility, but I'm up for the challenge.
DARIA: Caveat emptor.
QUINN: Huh? (Bt) What does that mean?
(Daria sighs and frowns a little.)
DARIA: It means congratulations, Quinn: you got exactly what you wanted. You're on top of the world, glasses or no.
QUINN: (wary again) Um, thanks.
DARIA: But let the buyer beware.
(With that, she turns and heads out of the bathroom, leaving Quinn to frown after her.)
(cut to: )
SCENE 4 (Lawndale High, a few days later)
(Shot of the outside. Cut to shot of Quinn standing alone at her locker. She's dressed in her cheerleader's uniform and her glasses, and is slumped over. From off screen: )
STACY: Poor Quinn. She looks so sad.
(Cut to shot of Stacy, Tiffany, and Sandi. They're also standing by some lockers, and Stacy's peering around a corner at Quinn. Sandi looks at her with obvious irritation.)
SANDI: Stacy, she is not sad. (Bt. bitter) How can anyone who's Miss Great-an'-Wonderful-head-cheerleader-gets-out-of-school-early-on-game- days-an'-gets-favors-from-Ms.-Li be sad??
TIFFANY: Yeah, Stacy. Quinn's more popular than ever, now.
(Sandi glares at her -- obviously that wasn't what she wanted to hear.)
STACY: I don't know... she just looks really bummed-out all the time. (Bt. hesitant) Y' know, Sandi, I was thinking: Quinn's cute enough that she doesn't look too bad in glasses...
(Sandi's expression turns megabitch.)
STACY: So maybe -- (sees Sandi's expression) eap, I'll shut up now.
(Pause)
SANDI: Stacy. Don't you remember how she lied to us an' broke the Fashion Club rules?? Or do those things mean nothing to you??
(Stacy shakes her head, then nods, indecisive about which gesture is correct.)
STACY: Um, yeah. Sure they... mean something... Sandi.
SANDI: Then why don't you just shut up an' leave everything to me. It's not your job to think, anyway. (Bt. looks at both Stacy and Tiffany) In case you've forgotten, you're the secretary an' Tiffany's vice-president. I'm the president -- I make the decisions.
(Tiffany can't keep from rolling her eyes.)
TIFFANY: Yes, Sandi, you've told us that many times.
SANDI: (defensive) And do you have a problem with that??
TIFFANY: Um, no way.
(Sandi nods curtly.)
SANDI: Good.
(Stacy shakes her head and peers longingly at Quinn. Cut to close-up shot of Quinn at her locker. She looks inside, at her mirror [of course she'd have a mirror in there]. Frowns with disgust.)
QUINN: (mumbling) God, glasses and primary colors during daylight hours. I do look like a geek.
(She's just shutting her locker when, off screen, we hear the voice of her math teacher, Mr. Phelps: )
PHELPS: Well hello, Ms. Morgendorffer.
(He walks on screen and stands beside her. Quinn looks up at him, frowning with shyness and embarrassment -- "Oh God, a teacher's talking to me.")
QUINN: Um, hi Mr. Phelps.
(Phelps smiles grimly and folds his arms.)
PHELPS: (somewhat formally) I'm glad to have finally caught up with you. You haven't been in class too much, as of late.
QUINN: (eyes drifting around in an awkward manner) Oh yeah, well... I've been busy. Um, I've got a lot of stuff to do, what with cheerleading an' all...
PHELPS: (sardonic) So your after school activities take precedence over your school work, do they?
(Pause. Quinn looks confused -- Mr. Phelps uses a lot of "brain" words.)
QUINN: Well I... um, I guess...
(Phelps shakes his head, smirks a bit.)
PHELPS: Will you be in class today?
(Pause)
QUINN: (embarrassed) Oh well, actually... Ms. Li gave me permission to take the rest of the day off. 'Cause it's like, um, Game Day and I gotta prepare...
(Beat. Now Phelps shakes his head and sighs.)
PHELPS: (serious) Then I might as well say this now. Ms. Morgendorffer, I'd like to have a talk with you about your performance.
(Quinn looks impatient -- she's heard these unpleasant words before, from other teachers.)
QUINN: Um, right, sure -- but could we, like, sorta have it later? I'm kind of in a rush.
PHELPS: (a tad weary) Sure.
(Pause. Quinn gazes at him for a second, feeling like she should say something in parting.)
QUINN: (encouraging) Football season's almost over.
(Phelps chuckles and smiles grimly.)
PHELPS: Yes, that's true.
(Quinn smiles at him and starts to leave.)
PHELPS: But a cheerleader's work is never done.
(Quinn pauses, glances over her shoulder at him, frowns, and walks on. Cut to shot of Sandi, Stacy, and Tiffany.)
STACY: Hey look -- Quinn's headed this way.
TIFFANY: Oh God, this could be so awkward.
SANDI: (authoritative) Just act natural.
(Quinn walks toward them. Stacy looks at her, her face brightening.)
STACY: Hi, Quinn! (waves)
(Sandi and Tiffany do likewise, with less enthusiasm.)
SANDI & TIFFANY: Hi, Quinn.
(Quinn glances at them, frowns darkly, then picks up the pace. She sweeps past the Fashion Club without saying a word, exits off screen. The F.C.s watch her go. Stacy puts her hand down, looking disappointed, while Sandi folds her arms with subtle satisfaction.)
SANDI: You try to be nice to some people, and look where it gets you.
TIFFANY: Yeah.
(Stacy turns and frowns at both of them. But not one to go with her irritation, quickly turns meek again.)
STACY: Well, um, see what I mean about her being sad?
SANDI: I'll say. The other cheerleaders must find her a total bummer to be around.
STACY: Um, yeah. (Bt) And if Quinn's unhappy, I wonder how Brittany's doing...
(Cut to close-up shot of Daria at her locker. She's fiddling around, wearing a deadpan expression. But she can't maintain that expression, as off screen, we hear Brittany full-on squeaking at Kevin.)
BRITTANY: Don't lie to me, you big selfish jerk!! I saw you looking at her!!!
KEVIN: Hey babe, babe, I keep tellin' ya! I was just starin' at her glasses, that's all!
(Cut to wide shot. We see Jane standing next to Daria, also tuned in to the argument. Brittany and Kevin walk on screen, stand in front of them. Brittany's replaced her cheerleader's uniform with a similar outfit -- a clingy sleeveless pink sweater and cutoffs.)
BRITTANY: Ha, right! People don't wear glasses below the neck, Kevin!
KEVIN: Um, well yeah, that's true, but --
BRITTANY: Ooooooooh!!! I knew it! I knew that after I quit cheerleading you wouldn't stay faithful to me!!!
KEVIN: Babe, baaabe, I'm totally faithful to ya. Really. (flashes his toothy dimpled grin)
(Unable to resist the grin, Brittany looks slightly placated.)
BRITTANY: Really??
KEVIN: Suuure. (Bt) I mean, just 'cause Quinn's hot doesn't mean --
BRITTANY: Arrrrrghhhhhhhh!!! (starts pounding on Kevin with her fists)
(Daria and Jane look at each other.)
DARIA: Fidelity oaths from a football player.
JANE: It's like a politician agreeing to campaign spending limits.
(Brittany stops pounding, looks at Daria with a menacing expression -- not unlike the one Daria cowed her with in "That Thing You Say." Only Daria remains unfazed.)
DARIA: Yes?
BRITTANY: (to Kevin) Oh look, it's the traitor's sister!
KEVIN: (oblivious) Oh yeah. Hey, Daria.
DARIA: (deadpan) Hey.
BRITTANY: How can you even think of talking to her?!! She probably told Quinn to go for head cheerleader! It sounds like something a brain would think up!
DARIA: Right. I harnessed my brain power to come up with a scheme to oust you from cheerleading. (Bt) Does that sound like me?
BRITTANY: I don't care if it does or doesn't! As far as I'm concerned, if you're sisters with that traitor, you're a traitor, too!!! So don't even talk to me!
DARIA: I'll try to restrain myself.
BRITTANY: Ooooooooooh!!! C'mon Kevin, let's go! (marches off screen. Kevin waits behind, hesitant. From off screen: ) Kevin!!! (Kevin now runs off, too.)
(Daria shakes her head.)
DARIA: (to herself) Even if that scheme was my idea, Quinn wouldn't've gone for it. She doesn't care what I think.
JANE: (on a different track) Never a dull moment around here, I gotta say.
DARIA: Damn that Andrea. Why'd I have to say that stuff to her? And why'd she have to --?
JANE: What stuff?
(Daria shakes her head again.)
DARIA: Nothing.
(Beat. Jane decides not to pursue it.)
JANE: Hey, ya know, all that cheerleader scheming and back-stabbing sounds pretty entertaining. (smirks wickedly)
DARIA: Oh I'm sure. It's a big joke if you ask me.
JANE: So've you gone to see Quinn at a game, yet?
DARIA: No. (Bt) But I can see that you want to.
JANE: (admitting) Hey c'mon: the Big Game's in two weeks, and then the season's over. Why miss the chance to laugh at your sister while she's wiggling her caboose to the school song?
DARIA: But I can do that during basketball season. (Pause. sighs, gives in) Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you...
(fade-out. fade-in to: )
SCENE 5: (football field, early evening)
(Shot of Daria and Jane sitting in the top left hand corner of the bleachers. Both are frowning mildly.)
DARIA: (deadpan) Quite a crowd we've got here.
(Briefly cut to a wider shot. There's hardly anyone in the bleachers, although we can see Brittany and Jodie seated in the lower right hand corner. Brittany looks miserable, and Jodie like she's straining to be tolerant.)
JANE: (looking down at the cheerleaders) Why did I think this would be more interesting? (Cut to shot of Quinn standing on the sidelines with the other cheerleaders. She's barely paying attention to what they're doing or to what's going on in the game. Instead, wearing a bored expression, she checks her nail polish, then reaches up to take off her glasses and examine them. Quinn frowns: she really hates wearing them. Finally she sighs and puts them back on. Meanwhile, the Lions are screwing up royally on offense, and the other cheerleaders are forming a pyramid to rally the crowd.)
ANGIE: (from near the top) Quinn! Hey, Quinn!
(Quinn turns to look at them. She tries to sound enthusiastic.)
QUINN: Oh, um, yeah. Looks good, guys.
ANGIE: Great. (staining under the pressure of other girls' weight) But could you lend us a hand??
HEATHER: Yeah. You gotta get on top of the pyramid.
(Quinn suddenly looks nervous.)
QUINN: I, um, do?
CHEERLEADERS: Yeah!
(Before Quinn can respond, she hears from off screen: )
MACK: Watch out!
(Quinn looks and sees the football whizzing at her from a distance. She barely gets out of the way in time.)
QUINN: (breathless) That was close.
(The pyramid, unable to withstand the pressure, collapses, and the cheerleaders fall gracefully to the ground. Angie stands up, brushes herself off, and walks over to Quinn.)
ANGIE: You all right?
QUINN: Yeah. I saw it in time. (Bt) Sorry I couldn't join you guys. But maybe next time, now that our team's on... (can't remember the word)
ANGIE: Defense?
QUINN: Yeah. (nods)
(Beat)
ANGIE: Okay. (Bt) Y' know it's too bad Brittany quit the team. She loved doing the pyramid.
(Quinn frowns slightly.)
QUINN: Um, yeah, too bad.
(Then, from a short distance away: )
LISA: Quinn? Shouldn't you be putting together the next cheer?
(Pause. Quinn's not quite sure how to respond. Finally: )
QUINN: (cheery) Oh, well... you seem to know what to do. Why don't you give it a try? (Bt. faux noble) I don't believe in saving the spotlight just for myself.
(Shana hesitates, then finally nods. Angie looks at Quinn with a vaguely disappointed expression. Cut to shot of Daria and Jane in the stands, watching them.)
JANE: So how'd she manage to fool them 'til now?
DARIA: Free bounce lessons. (Bt. smirks with satisfaction) But those'll only get you so far.
(Resume shot of Quinn. She senses that there's dissatisfaction with her leadership. Sees that the offensive players are leaving the field, and turns to Angie.)
QUINN: (cheery) Say, Angie, remember how you wanted lessons on how to pick up guys?
ANGIE: Uh-huh. (Bt) But is this the right time?
QUINN: (brisk) There's never a wrong time to learn. (Bt. sees Kevin. smirks) Now for starters, you need to tilt your head, flip your hair a little, smile, try to cock an eyebrow if you can, an' go real sweetly -- hi, Kevin!
(Pause. Kevin sees Quinn, grins, and walks up to her.)
KEVIN: (somewhat turned on) Heeeey, Quinn. (flashes his toothy dimpled smile)
(From off screen: )
BRITTANY: Arrrrrghhhhhhhh!!!
(Quinn, Angie, and Kevin turn to watch Brittany leap off the bleachers and run away. Kevin looks panicked.)
KEVIN: Aw man! (runs off after her)
(Quinn turns to Angie.)
QUINN: (faux innocent) Gosh, she didn't think I was serious, did she? (shakes her head. instructional) Now you try.
(Angie nods and turns toward the other players. As she does so, Quinn slumps over a bit, suddenly feeling as though all of the pressures of being head cheerleader are getting to her. Then she sees the 3 Js coming toward her from the field, wearing contrite expressions. She gazes at them, startled.)
QUINN: Guys?
JOEY/ JEFFY/ JAMIE: Hi Quinn/ Hi Quinn/ Hi Quinn.
(Pause. Quinn continues to stare at them. Then her face lights up.)
QUINN: (happy) You're not running away!
JOEY/ JEFFY/ JAMIE: Um no/ Nope/ No way.
QUINN: (smirking) So you found out you couldn't live without me? (Bt) Even though I'm like this, now? (gestures at the glasses) [*] in "Rose-Colored Lenses," when the 3 Js first saw Quinn in glasses, they ran away. Presumably, since she started wearing them regularly, they've been keeping their distance.
JOEY: We tried to, Quinn, but we couldn't.
JEFFY & JAMIE: Nuh-uh!!!
(Quinn smirks, thrilled to see that she still has power over her three main admirers.)
JOEY: We were going to --
JEFFY: But then we had a talk with some other guys.
(Beat)
QUINN: Other guys?
JEFFY: Yeah. Guys who know you. (Bt) And we all agreed that your glasses make you look kinda weird --
JAMIE: We thought they'd turn you into some kind of nerd (cringes a little) --
JOEY: But now that you're head cheerleader, we don't have to worry.
(Quinn's smirk fades.)
QUINN: Oh.
JEFFY: (continuing. oblivious) We love how you look in a uniform!
JAMIE: Even more than what you usually wear.
JOEY: And the way you give orders to the other cheerleaders -- hot!
(Pause)
QUINN: Great. (Pause. sees that the 3 Js are standing around, waiting to serve her needs.) Say, um, while you're here, why don't you go get me a soda with crushed ice, or something?
JOEY/ JEFFY/ JAMIE: Cool! Which one of us?
QUINN: All of you. (waves her hand) Now go.
(They scurry off. Quinn watches them go, then deflatedly takes off her glasses and looks at them. She exhales sharply and straightens up. Puts on her glasses, gets a look of determination on her face.)
QUINN: (calling out to the other cheerleaders) Hey, you guys -- what're you waiting for?! Let's do a cheer!
[Shot of Quinn motoring past the Fashion Club without saying a word.]
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