Hannah Montana

Joannie: It doesn't matter who you pick, Truscott! Your team's going down! Lilly: In your dreams, Palumbo! Joannie: You've been trying to beat me at something since second grade, and news flash: never gonna happen! (To Miley) Hey, Stinky, how ya doin'? Miley: Not bad. (Realizes Joannie just insulted her) HEY!

Lola: Hey, I'm not the one who gave a limo ride to a plant! Hannah: At least if Fern was playing flag football, she would've just picked me! Lola: It's a FICUS! Hannah: NAMED FERN!

Lilly: Hey Oliver, do you wanna go surfing? Oliver: Yes! (Putting on his "man voice") Because I'm a guy, and guys wanna surf in deep waters full of sharks. You know big, huge, nasty guy sharks! Lilly: (Noticing his nails) Are you wearing a clear polish?!? Oliver: It's called Buff...like me! Let's go.

Hannah: (Sarcasticly) Well, look who showed up, were all the other concerts in town sold out because-a... I know you wanna pick mine first...or second...or last! Lola: Hey, I was gonna pick you until you started that whole haircut thing, and what's the big deal anyway I won! (Taking a huge lock of Joannie's hair out of her handbag) D'you wanna share the trophy? (Hannah cringes) I couldn't have done it without your three fumbles! Hannah: Its a stupid game! The ball's not even round.

Miley: Go ahead, Lilly. Pick away. Make my day. Everything is gonna be okay... Lilly: Cowalski. Miley: What'd you say?!

Miley: You're going down, phony Joanie. Lilly: Who smells like week-old bologna. Miley: That's been in your locker all alone-y. Lilly: Right next to that... that... Miley: Melted ice cream coney! Lilly: Oh girl, you are in the zone-y!

(Oliver runs off to the left) Miley: We're doomed. Lilly: Why? Miley: His house is that way. (Points to the right)

(After learning she's won a Booty) Miley: I can't wait to tell.... Robbie: Lilly? Miley: No. I have plently of other BFFs I can tell. (Robbie looks at her) Miley: Okay, maybe BFs.... (Robbie keeps looking at her) Miley: Okay fine! Fs! Well ya stop torturing me?

Miley: Well, Oliver thought... Robbie: Sweet nibblets! I wish he would just stop doing that.

Mrs. McDermott: Let's go, ladies! Pick your teams. You're slower than my husband in the bathroom. Miley: You said that last week. Mrs. McDermott: I know. Now he's got a mini fridge in there. I think he's hiding from me.

Mrs. McDermott: Let's go, ladies! Pick your teams. You're slower than my husband in the bathroom. Curse the day he put that plasma screen in there!

Miley: Oliver, you can't go with her. The Awards are tonight, and you have to help me with my hair. I won a Booty. Lilly: Good, you could use one. (Miley gasps)

Robbie: Hey, darlin', you still upset about what happened with you and Lilly. Hannah: No, of course not. Why would you say that? Robbie: Well, you normally don't introduce "True Friend" as a touching little song about a two-faced backstabber. Hannah: Just my way of keeping things fresh. You know, I'm an artist. That's what I do. Robbie: Well, I'm a dad, and knowing that that's a hunk of hooey, that's what I do.