I hate those rented shoes. Two hours in the shower and I can still feel the fungus between my toes!
Speaking of fungus, hand me that soda.
What does that have to do with fungus?
Nothing. I just want my danged soda!
Why can't you get your danged soda yourself?
Mr. Moseby wants me to ice my bowling arm.
Boy, you are milking this star player thing...
Speaking of milking things, I need you to do my current events homework. Mr. Moseby wants me to ... rest my ... golden arm...
Well, you better get the newspaper first, because you're doing your own stinking homework.
Fine, fine, fine. But if I pull a finger muscle, it's on your head.
Well, it's better than where it usually is, up your nose, digging for gold.
That's funny... [Zack opens the door to leave the suite] Hey, check it out! There's some loser in the hall in a towel!
No way! Who is it?
You! [Zack pushes Cody and closes the door]






