Oh, Mr. Moseby, forgive us. Back home they would tie my arms and legs to four goats and send them off in different directions... It is also what they do for the people with bad backs!
[flicks flour into Cody's face in retaliation] Well maybe I flicked some back, and maybe I didn't.
Cody
[calmly] I know you didn't, because if you did, I'd do this! [cracks an egg over Zack's egg, the yolk running over his head] And that is how you separate an egg!
I've gotta win this science award. Then I can get into M.I.T. and invent a nanobot that eats oil spills and be able to retire comfortably while taking care of my aging mother and paying my brother's bail money.
(to Kurt after he, Cody and Zack watched a horror movie) You do realize that the last time Cody saw a horror film, I had to get rid of the monsters by scrubbing down his room with holy water.
Oh, yeah. The guy at the record company said I'd have a future as a cabaret singer. He suggested I check out The Tipton. Apparently, I just spent $500 to find out I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be!
I wouldn't be so sure about that. Mr. Moseby let me take all the buffet leftovers to the Mission. The mayor was there and he's giving me an award for helping out the homeless.