Dance-Off (Platinum the Dance Movie)

When I was 10,

I loved to dance.

I had a crush on my duet

partner, Jasmine.

That's us.

We won many first place

overall at competition

after competition.

I thought we were unstoppable.

But life quickly became

about more than just

winning platinums.

Brandon, wait!

Don't go!

Wait for me! Brandon!

Brandon! Don't go!

Wait!

Now, the top scoring number of

the evening,

our best in show goes to...

Diamond Dance and

the fabulous freaky mama!

This sucks, they win every time!

You know? And it's not because

of their dancing.

Their daddies have

so much money,

they probably buy off

the judges.

Look, just face it.

They have dance lessons.

No, I ain't buyin' it.

Those skinny you-know-what's

dance like--like robots.

Like, (mocking) "Oh my god,

Oh my god."

You better stop. You know what

Mr. Ray always says.

What? Uh, hold a bake sale?

Recycle?

He says, "Support your

fellow dancers." Work!

Well, if he thinks I'm

gonna tell those snotty

$600-costume-wearing Barbies

that they did a good job,

then Mr. Ray's on crack.

No way.

What?

Nothing, just thought I saw

someone I know.

Yeah well, no one worth

knowing on this stage but us.

Okay?

Yeah, yeah, no, you're right.

Can't stand them.

(classical ballet

music playing)

Ladies, ladies,

end of class! Let's take

it from the corner.

Mommy, my tights

have a hole.

I'm watching your sister.

Be quiet.

She has holes in her tights.

Oh my god, they're gonna

think we have the studio

discount.

Order a gross of tights, maybe

a palette. Is a palette bigger

than a gross?

Queenie, Apple is bigger

than everything.

Stop picking that!

That's the only pair

you're having.

Why is this leotard too small?

Did Marta wash it again?

It's supposed to be handwashed.

It's not shrinking, is it?

Mom, your breath stinks!

What do you mean?

Does it really? I haven't

got anything...

Gather, girls. Gather, gather.

Guess what, Mom? I heard that

Julia got a dance studio for

her tenth birthday!

Shh! Wait... what?

Yeah! Her parents turned the

garage into a dance studio

for her.

Can we do that please,

please, please?

A dance studio in the garage?

Absolutely not!

No. We'll build another room,

maybe an entire floor. (gasps)

Call contractor, inform husband.

Okay, calling tractor

for husband.

We're pushing almost

100 degrees in downtown LA

today, folks.

Time to get those ACs fired up.

Traffic backed up on the 101,

per the usual,

and the bad parts of town

just keep getting worse,

but come on! Who's really

surprised anyway?

So get up, get out, unglue

your face from your TVs

and dance the day away.

That's right. This one's

for all those tappers

out there.

Keep those feet high

and that head up.

Survey says...

(dart lands)

Winner every time!

Mr. Ray, come quick!

What happened?

I don't know. I think

a pipe exploded?