Miley Stewart: I can't believe it. I'm going out with a ninth grader! Wooo!
Robby Ray Stewart: Well, don't believe it, because I'm not letting you go. Wooo!
Nathan Stark: Good job, Carter... Wow, that didn't even leave a bad taste in my mouth.
Marshall Jack Carter: Wait for it.
Nathan Stark: ...Oh, there it is.
Burton 'Gus' Guster: I can't spend the night in the museum. I don't have my toothbrush, I don't have my multi-vitamins, and oh yeah, I don't want my soul suffering eternal damnation for disrupting the sleep of an Egyptian canal digger.
Matt Albie: Look, I hate Los Angeles just like everybody else, but I have to work here because in any other part of the country I'm unemployable.
Amanda Tanen: Can you believe he's asking Betty for dating advice? That's like asking Britney Spears for parenting tips.
Roy: Hello, IT. Have you tried turning it off and on again?
Dr. Rockso: Whadda you do for a living, sell shoes? Cooka-yayah-o.
Bobby: Chest.
Kat Warbler: Penguins are cute and all. But, if you cooked one, I'd eat it.
Christine Campbell: There's something about lying on the floor, hiding from our lovers, that's telling me we're not in control of our lives as we should be.