Fat Amy: I'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna finish him like a cheesecake
Aubrey: What's your name?
Fat Amy: Fat Amy
Aubrey: You call yourself Fat Amy?
Fat Amy: Yeah, so twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back.
Bumper: I have a feeling we should kiss. Is that a good feeling or an incorrect feeling?
Fat Amy: Well... sometimes I have the feeling I can do crystal meth, but then I think, mmm... better not.
Aubrey: We will practice, and I trust you will add your own cardio.
Fat Amy: Yeah, no, don't put me down for cardio.
Fat Amy: You guys are gonna get pitch-slapped so hard, your man boobs are going to concave.
Lilly: [Speaking louder than she normally does] I think I have something that could help us.
Fat Amy: Excuse me bitch, you don't need to shout.
Fat amy: Even though you guys are pretty thin, you all have fat hearts and that's what matters
Stacie: I have a confession. I have a lot of sex.
Fat Amy: Yeah. We know.
Stacie: Only because I just told you.
Aubrey: What are you doing?
Fat Amy: Horizontal running.
Cynthia Rose: I have a confession to make.
Fat Amy: Oh, here it comes. Lesbihonest.
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: Wait... what?
Cynthia Rose: It all started when I broke up with my girlfriend.
Fat Amy: Whoop, there it is!
Bumper:[to Amy] You are probably the grossest human being I have ever met.
Fat Amy: your no panty dropper yourself.
Fat Amy: I can sing, but I'm also good at modern dance, olden dance, and mermaid dancing which is a little different. You usually start on the ground.
Aubrey: Ooh.
Fat Amy: It's a lot of floor work.
Aubrey: I see that.
Fat Amy: That's actually a good idea. I have Bumper's number.
Aubrey: Why do you have Bumper's number?
Fat Amy: Ummmm... uhhhhhh... ummmmmm...
Beca: You have a little something behind
your ear.
Fat Amy:Leave it. It fuels my hate fire.
Aubrey: The Trebles don't respect us, and
if we let them penetrate us, we are giving them our power.
Fat Amy: Not a good enough reason to use
the word 'penetrate.'
Fat Amy: The kraken has been unleashed! Feel the Fat Amy force!
Fat Amy: A cappella with sock puppets? Genius!
Fat Amy: I'm vertical running!
Jewish Student: Shalom.
Fat Amy:That's not a real word but keep
trying. You. Will. Get. There.
Fat Amy: Well, at least it's not herpes. Or
do you have that as well?
Fat Amy: [out of breath from learning
choreography] I should have taken that cardio tip more seriously.
Aubrey: How much have you done?
Fat
Amy: You just saw it.
Aubrey: Fat Amy?
Fat Amy: Yes, sir.
Fat Amy: I've wrestled crocodiles and
dingoes simultaneously.
Fat
Amy: Give me the sharp weapon, I wanna put it up his butt!
[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.
[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!
Aubrey: Chloe, could you please get your
head out of your ass? It's not a hat!
Fat Amy: A-ca-awkward...
Aubrey: What's your name?
Fat Amy: Fat Amy
Aubrey: You call yourself Fat Amy?
Fat Amy: Yeah, so twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back.
Bumper: I have a feeling we should kiss. Is that a good feeling or an incorrect feeling?
Fat Amy: Well... sometimes I have the feeling I can do crystal meth, but then I think, mmm... better not.
Aubrey: We will practice, and I trust you will add your own cardio.
Fat Amy: Yeah, no, don't put me down for cardio.
Fat Amy: You guys are gonna get pitch-slapped so hard, your man boobs are going to concave.
Lilly: [Speaking louder than she normally does] I think I have something that could help us.
Fat Amy: Excuse me bitch, you don't need to shout.
Fat amy: Even though you guys are pretty thin, you all have fat hearts and that's what matters
Stacie: I have a confession. I have a lot of sex.
Fat Amy: Yeah. We know.
Stacie: Only because I just told you.
Aubrey: What are you doing?
Fat Amy: Horizontal running.
Cynthia Rose: I have a confession to make.
Fat Amy: Oh, here it comes. Lesbihonest.
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: Wait... what?
Cynthia Rose: It all started when I broke up with my girlfriend.
Fat Amy: Whoop, there it is!
Bumper:[to Amy] You are probably the grossest human being I have ever met.
Fat Amy: your no panty dropper yourself.
Fat Amy: I can sing, but I'm also good at modern dance, olden dance, and mermaid dancing which is a little different. You usually start on the ground.
Aubrey: Ooh.
Fat Amy: It's a lot of floor work.
Aubrey: I see that.
Fat Amy: That's actually a good idea. I have Bumper's number.
Aubrey: Why do you have Bumper's number?
Fat Amy: Ummmm... uhhhhhh... ummmmmm...
Beca: You have a little something behind
your ear.
Fat Amy:Leave it. It fuels my hate fire.
Aubrey: The Trebles don't respect us, and
if we let them penetrate us, we are giving them our power.
Fat Amy: Not a good enough reason to use
the word 'penetrate.'
Fat Amy: The kraken has been unleashed! Feel the Fat Amy force!
Fat Amy: A cappella with sock puppets? Genius!
Fat Amy: I'm vertical running!
Jewish Student: Shalom.
Fat Amy:That's not a real word but keep
trying. You. Will. Get. There.
Fat Amy: Well, at least it's not herpes. Or
do you have that as well?
Fat Amy: [out of breath from learning
choreography] I should have taken that cardio tip more seriously.
Aubrey: How much have you done?
Fat
Amy: You just saw it.
Aubrey: Fat Amy?
Fat Amy: Yes, sir.
Fat Amy: I've wrestled crocodiles and
dingoes simultaneously.
Fat
Amy: Give me the sharp weapon, I wanna put it up his butt!
[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.
[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!
Aubrey: Chloe, could you please get your
head out of your ass? It's not a hat!
Fat Amy: A-ca-awkward...