Fired Up

Synopsis: Two guys, Nick and Shawn decide a two week stint at a Cheerleaders' Camp is the perfect opportunity to score tons of meaningless romantic liaisons with lonely girls in tight-tops and short-short skirts. But their lusty plan to caress as many pom-poms as possible goes awry when one of the dudes fall in love.
Genre: Comedy
Director(s): Will Gluck
Production: Sony/Screen Gems
  1 win.
Rotten Tomatoes:
90 min

Did you feel that too?

- What?

- Your stomach.

It's like butterflies.

My mom said when I met

the right girl, I'd feel butterflies.

I think I'm ready.

Can you believe him?

He falls so easily.

I'm a little more guarded.

I guess it's because

I've been hurt before.

I'll never hurt you.

- My dad.

- My dad.

- You guys are sisters?

- Our dads are friends.

They went to the gym.

They're muscle-heads.

Your best bet is to curl into a ball

until they stop beating you.

I'm telling you this

because I think I might love you.

What's our play?

Run for the window. I'll get

the car keys. Y formation, dog-leg left.

- Ready, break.

- Break.

We should wait

two days before we call them.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Do you think they have any concept

of how fast a car can go?

Reverse kitty cat, dog-leg left,

over the fence, on my count, break.

- Hey, I'm Nick.

- Shawn. Can we use your pool?

Come on, Tigers. Yeah!

Split Johnny left!

Split Johnny left!

Come on! Come on, guys!

Set. Hike.

Yeah! Yeah! All day. All day.

Candy from a baby.

- What do you wanna do?

- That brunette.

Looks like she wouldn't mind

St. Nick stuffed down her chimney.

No, I mean, the play, in the game.

- Come on, guys, focus.

- I've never been more focused.

Check it, couple of meatloaves

in that baby tee.

Not mad at that belly ring either.

Have you seen this blond?

Rackety-rack, don't talk back.

Wonder if her carpet

matches my drapes.

Delay of game, loss of five yards.

And just because

it's a spring scrimmage...

...doesn't mean you can

sh*t yourselves out here. Go!

- Sorry, coach.

- Go, go, go. Come on, go, go.


Come on, crowd

Let's hear some noise

N- O-I-S-E


God. See, look, we took too long.

Here come

the whack-ass cheerleaders, man.

Noise, N-O-I-S-E



- Well, I am pumped up.

- All right, what's the play?

Hold on,

baby tee is signing me her number.

- Is that a seven? A five and a two?

- Any day now, sh*t buckets.

I don't wanna run laps all afternoon.

I have a shrink appointment.

Dude, your cousin stuck his finger

in your ass. Get over it.

They playing us loose. Let's

get short passes and extra yardage.

The hell with that, man.

You either bet big or go home.

- You gotta risk it to get the biscuit.

- Aye, my brother.

All right. Pro-zoom trips, deep route,

slant slim boogie on my count. Ready?


Blue 17, set, hut.

Come on, Shawn.

Come on, baby. Yeah!

- Hey, I'm Nick.

- Shawn.

- Hey, Shawn.

- Hey, Maddy.

Thanks for helping me study Bio.

I'm retarded about reverse osmosis.

No, you're not.

Pressure forcing a solvent

through a membrane... when a water balloon

gets too big and then explodes.

Got it. Thanks. You're so awesome.

No. Science is awesome.

And you're awesome.

Now, go crush that test.

- Thanks.

- High five.

Nick. Hey, Nick.

- Name, name. I need a name.

- Jennifer.

- Jennifer, hi, how are you?

- I'm great. Really great.

- Are you going to the bonfire tonight?

- You know it.

I was just saying to Shawn here...

...I cannot wait to go to the bonfire

so I can hang out with...

- Jennifer.

- Jennifer.

- I'll see you tonight.

- Okay, Jennifer.

- It's not that hard a name to remember.

- I went out with her last semester.

The name gets erased

to make room for new ones.

- There's like 3000 kids at this school.

- Can't you just remember more names?

I don't know how it works.

Talk to Tech Support.

- There are my guys.

- Let's bet how many times...

- ... he says "sh*t. " I say seven.

- No way, 10.

- Hey, coach.

- Hey, coach.

Shitheads think you're the sh*t?

That you don't need

to pay attention out there?

I'll kick the sh*t out of you.

You pumped for football camp?

- I guess so.

- Yeah, two weeks without girls.

- Who wouldn't be pumped?

- Don't mess with me, sh*t-dick.

I am gonna push you like you've

never been pushed before.

Your muscles will ache,

your head will throb.

You'll sh*t blood out of holes

you never knew you had.

At least we're gonna

be in Daytona Beach.

No. Change it up this year.

Camp's gonna be in El Paso, Texas.

Hotter than your shithole.

We're gonna get

you shits conditioned.

Bus leaves Monday

at 0-sh*t-hundred hours.

- Which is?

45 a. m.

- Of course.

- The usual.

Skip your morning sh*t

and get down here.

Ten "shits," you win.

How do you always know?

It's a gift. I'm not proud of it.


Maybe I'll see you

sometime this summer.

Don't be obvious.

He knows you like him.

You guys coming

to my dad's after camp?

- Hells, yeah. He gave it to you again?

- Nice.

He figures if he lets

me have it one week...

...I'll forgive him for not being there

when I need him.

And guess what. He's right.

Did you hear football camp's gonna

be in El Paso? How cool is that?

We gonna be sweating, hallucinating,

our skin burning.

Like being on shrooms,

but without girls to yell at us.

"Where's the car? Where's the car?

I'm getting scared. Hold my purse. "

- Two weeks, Shawn. Two weeks.

- I know.

Two weeks out of the best

years of our lives.

Two weeks we're never

gonna get back, like, ever.

I know.

So are you guys psyched

for cheer camp or what?

It's, like, all I think about.

Know how Martin Luther King

had a dream? Well, I do too.

To kick ass at cheer camp. And if

that makes me shallow, then fine.

- Call me and Dr. King shallow.

- That doesn't make you shallow.

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Will Gluck

Will Gluck is an American film director, film producer, screenwriter, songwriter, and composer. more…

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