Big Time Rush

Kendall: Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime, and when they do you gotta grab it and turn that thing big time! Logan: Turn it and I predict that 90 percent chance of bodily harm, and I'm talking about us, not them! Carlos: Wimp! (Puts on his helmet and runs towards the T-bar and tries to turn it.) It's stuck! James: I had my pop star dream again last night and this time, I was wearing my lucky white V-neck and I was singing a Smokey Robinson song Tracks of my tears, yeah, yeah! What are we doing? Kendall: Uh, the janitor left the T-bar sprinkler valve and do you want to help us soak the girls field hockey team? James: Yeah! (They both run toward it and before they turn it they look back to Logan) Logan: I gotta get new friends. (Walks over and they all turn it. They hear the girls scream as they laugh nervously) Kendall: And now we run! (They get chased by the girls) James: (While running away) This is what it's gonna be like when I'm famous! Only the girls won't be trying

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Kendall: [With the police holding him, his friends, and the old lady] Mom! Remember that time I saved you from choking? Wow! That was close! And I love you. Mrs. Majecowsky: I feel so alive!

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Carlos: Dude, how did you know those songs? Kendall: They play Boyquake on the 90's channel all day at work, and I made up the giant turd song. Logan: It was catchy. Mrs. Knight: What happened? The truth, now! Logan: Mrs. Majecowsky helped us try to make James famous. Carlos: But this producer guy was super mean to everyone. Kendall: So I sang him the Giant Turd Song and there was a tiny fight, but NOBODY GOT HURT! James: And now I'm really sad. Mrs. Knight: Okay! Who wants sandwiches? The Guys: Ooh Me! Katie: Whoa! Wait! That's it? That's your interrogation? You didn't put the screws to 'em or slap 'em with the hard cheese! Mrs. Knight: I don't know what you're talking about, but you aren't allowed to watch FOX anymore! Katie: Well can I at least hear the Giant Turd song? Kendall, Logan, Carlos, James: Oh you're such a turd, Oh yeah, a giant turd. And you look like turd, and smell like a turd... (door bell rings so they go open it but they are still singing) Oh your such a turd oh yea

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Logan: So I uh, did the math last night on this whole singing thing...and, Katie was right: you're an idiot. (takes a shopping cart and pushes it, but it hits a car and its beeper goes off) It's breaking right. Kendall: Guys. I don't want to go to LA with that jerk. I want to be here with YOU jerks! And play hockey for our TEAM... Carlos: But this is just LIKE hockey! Only instead of crashing the boards and rushing the net, you're singing and dancing! Logan: What have you got to lose?! Carlos: (walks right in front of Kendall) Dude...CALIFORNIA! The girls, the beach, the stars! The...GIRLS! Kendall: Yeah. But none of that matters if it's minus my best friends! Add those numbers up, professor. Logan: (pulls out a calculator) Kay, carry the two, ahhhh...nope! Still an idiot. Kendall: (to James) What about you? You haven't said anything to me all day. James: I'm not talking to you. Carlos and Logan: You just did. James: You know what?! (to Kendall) Dude, part of me hates you right now. No

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Gustavo: I'm Gustavo Rocque! I'm amazing! I'M AMAZING. And if you think for one second that i'm so desperate because i've toured 22 cities and haven't been able to find anybody, you can think again! Because there is no way-NO...WAY-GUSTAVO ROCQUE...is taking the four dogs from Minnesota to Los Angeles to make them stars! It's never gonna happen! NEVER!!!!! Kendall: ...So, we have a deal. Gustavo: Yep.

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Kendall: Okay reality check! We have to promise ourselves NOW, that we won't let this singing thing or this town change us! We are four hockey players from Minnesota and we can never forget that! Do we all agree? The guys: Yes! Kendall: Once you've sipped from a real coconut, there's no going back! The guys: So true!

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