Cody Martin: Here, Bailey, this will cheer you up. I ordered it just for you. It's a seaweed smoothie with a broccoli boost.
Zack Martin: We want her to cheer up, not throw up
Bailey Pickett: I knew my pig gram would work! It's how they delivered mail in Kettlecorn until 1995.
London Tipton: Let me guess, your phone is two cans and a string?
Bailey Pickett: Look how lush and beautiful this island used to be.
London Tipton: And now it's a dump, so let's get out of here!
Bailey Pickett: It's a dump because your father ruined it, and he should fix it.
Cody Martin: She's right. It's that kind of corporate greed that's destroying the environment.
London Tipton: Wow, I mean, this place really did used to be beautiful.
Mr. Moseby: Yes, and we can all be sad about it on the boat! Come on!
London Tipton: And now that it's not beautiful, Daddy doesn't care anymore... kind of like with his first four wives.
London Tipton: What part of "rescuring" don't you understand?
Mr. Moseby: All of it! It's either "rescuer" or "rescuing."
London Tipton: Well, you're not good at either-er.
Bailey Pickett: The islanders would be so grateful, they might put your picture on their coins.
London Tipton: Oh, do you really think so? Then I could flip myself to decide what shoes to wear!
London Tipton: I'll be like the big sister you've never had!
Bailey Pickett: Actually, I have six big sisters and three little ones.
London Tipton: Wow, your mom needs a hobby!
Emma Tutweiller: Anyway, this unscheduled stop to look for London on this tropical island presents us with a unique educational opportunity.
Zack Martin: We're gonna learn how to surf?
Woody: Yeah! Cowabunga! Hang Eleven!
Cody Martin: It's "hang ten."
Woody: Not when you got eleven toes!
Zack Martin: You have six toes on one foot?
Woody: Nope, eight and three!
Bailey Pickett: It's all my fault London left.
Zack Martin: It's not your fault. There were a lot of things London hated besides you. That came out wrong.