She's The Man - 2006

After the game, muddy and euphoric, she found Olivia waiting by the lockers. “I knew in week two,” Olivia said. “Your eyebrows are too expressive. But I figured if you could fake being a boy and still be kinder than the real ones, the world needed you on the field.”

Cornwall won 3–1. Viola scored the final goal—a header, which she later admitted to Duke was “completely illegal in girls’ soccer, but I’m playing boys’ rules tonight.” she's the man 2006

Viola Hastings didn’t just trip into trouble; she sprinted headfirst, cleats clicking on the polished floor of Cornwall Academy’s admissions office. After the game, muddy and euphoric, she found

Silence. Then Malcolm laughed. “A girl? We’ve been taking plays from a girl?” But I figured if you could fake being

“Spike’s a plant.”

“A perceptive plant. You know… whoever you’re hiding from, they’re not worth it.”

Coach Harris, a grizzled woman who’d been watching Viola with narrowing eyes for two weeks, stepped forward. “We have eleven. Viola Hastings, you’re playing forward. And if anyone on this team has a problem with that, they can run laps until they graduate.”