Hannah Montana

Miley: What do you say we put up this tent, make a fire, and cook up a big pot of friendship. (Lilly and Miley move arms in stirring motion)

Taylor Kingsford: I've been itching to ask you a few questions. Hannah: And I've been itching to answer them.

Lilly: Hello, tent pals! Who wants me to braid their hair? Amber and Ashley: Ewww..

Mr. Picker: (While sleeping) Only 12 more hours. Your own bathroom. You can do it.

Lilly: I thought you said you were gonna make it hurt! Miley: That was the most painful thing I've ever done...I promised my dad I'd be the better person... Lilly: Tch, well I didn't! Miley: Lilly, please, I can't do it without you. Do it because your my friend. Lilly: No. Miley: Because you know it's the right thing to do? Lilly: Oh..! No. Miley: Because I'm on Taylor Kingsford, your favorite show! And if you don't help me then I'm not taking you. Lilly: (Jaw drops) .....Hello tent pals!

Robbie: Hey, Linda! Do you know "Achey Breaky Heart"?

Taylor Kingsford: (About Lola) Is she alright? Hannah: I ask myself that question every day.

Jackson: (Mockingly) Scratch dancin', scratch dancin'! It's contagious, its contagious! Miley: (To Jackson) If you don't stop you're gonna find out! (Miley chases Jackson around, while Linda the mouse plays "The Entertainer" on the piano) Robbie: Very funny, Linda!

Miley: Sorry, dad. Get the flea dip ready, because tonight I'm lyin' down with the dogs!

Lilly: This is stupid. I just can't let you go! Amber: We can! Ashley: Go, go be stupid.

Miley: (Starts shaking the tent) Oh no you don't! Yeah that's right not so tough now are ya. (Oliver breaks a stick) Miley: Ow! My leg! (Oliver breaks another stick) Miley: Ow my other leg! (Oliver accidentally breaks another stick) Miley: Ow! My (Pauses to think) arm!

Miley: Thanks for the help! Oliver: Anything to get out of Donny's tent. He got a standing ovation from the skunks.

Ashley: But I'm too pretty to get eaten! Amber: Hey I'm pretty too! Ashley: Well I'll mention that at your funeral!

Robbie: Linda. Come on, Linda. Jackson: Dad! Robbie: Shh! Jackson: Dad! Robbie: Shhhh! Jackson: But Dad! Robbie: WHAT?! (Robbie looks back at the plate and the cheese is gone) Jackson: I was just gonna tell you if you stop looking at the plate, maybe the mouse would come. I was right!

Amber: Ok you go next! Lilly: Why me? Ashley: I think we've established the pretty scale.

Lilly: (referring to Miley putting up a tent) How did you do that? Miley: When you're raised in Tennessee, they teach you to do that before your potty trained.

Miley: Come on, Mr. Picker. You can't experience the feel and smell of nature on your TV. Mr. Picker: That's the whole point. Now set up your tents, get into them, and pray for the next 24 hours. 'Cause that's what I'll be doing.

Robbie: Dang mouse is chewing on the wires again. That's it! I guess this time I'm going to have to... Miley: Oh, no, you're not. That mouse is a living creature. I even gave it a name. Linda. It's Spanish for "pretty." Robbie: Well, you better start learning the Spanish word for "squished."

Robbie: (to Miley) You know, at times like this, I'm going to say to you what I used to say to your mother. Keep your mitts off my cake!

Amber: What are you doing? Miley: A chipmunk. Duh! Ashley: Could you be any more of a hillbilly? Miley: You know, um, I could have done a pig, but you guys already got that covered. Lilly: Mmm, what's that I smell? Bacon that just got burned! Ashley: Geeks! Miley: Freaks! Amber & Ashley: Loser! Loser! Ooh! Ssss!

Mr. Picker: Have your parents fill out these forms so you can spend 24 glorious hours with me and no indoor plumbing. Amber & Ashley: Eww! Ashley: I don't want to go to the bathroom in the woods! Amber: I don't even like going here!

Miley: Come on, guys. Camping's fun. I do it all the time. Mr. Picker: Little Miss Miley Sunshine. Trying to turn my frown upside-down. That's terribly sweet, but at this moment, terribly annoying!

Miley: Hey, leave him alone. Lilly: Yeah, nobody picks on Oliver but us. Oliver: That's right. Hey! Miley: I mean, if we were going to pick on Oliver, we easily could've said, "Oh, man, you make an ugly girl." Lilly: But we didn't, even though it's true. Oliver: Thanks. Hey!