Agent Cody Banks 2: Destination London

Derek:
No wonder all the malls are empty. They got all you kids working undercover.

Emily:
You know what I hate about dentists? They always say something's not gonna hurt and it does. Me, I'm honest. Now this is gonna hurt.

Helicopter Pilot:
I just love the smell of summer camp in the evening.

Cody Banks:
[talking about entrance to CIA storage facility underneath summer camp] What? That's impossible! Kids have been snooping around this place for years! Someone would've found the entrance by now!

C.I.A. Director:
That's why we put it... where no-one wants to spend too much time. [goes into bathroom, which at summer camps, usually are of low-quality and smell like something died in there]

Cody Banks:
How come I get a retainer and a clarinet and James Bond gets a Aston Martin?

Kumar:
All in good time double "O" junior.

Cody Banks:
[after he got beaten up by a beanie baby] What happened to you?

C.I.A. Director:
I don't want to talk about it.

C.I.A. Director:
You'll be attending a summer music academy.

Cody Banks:
More school, just once in my life I'd like a mission that doesn't involve homework [pause] wait, did you say music?

C.I.A. Director:
Yeah it's a good thing you play the clarinet.

Cody Banks:
Yeah... wait, I don't play the clarinet.

C.I.A. Director:
Your father says you were in a school marching band for three years.

Cody Banks:
I faked playing the clarinet to meet girls.

C.I.A. Director:
You joined a marching band to meet girls?

Cody Banks:
Yeah.

C.I.A. Director:
Well you faked it for three years you can handle it for a couple of weeks. You'll be part of an international youth orchestra.

Cody Banks:
An international youth orchestra, where?

Derek:
Here's my ride, designed it myself, Gucci interior, plasma flat screen, DVD, surround sound, GPS navigation system, and riding shotgun, my right hand man Kumar.

Kumar:
What up Mr. Banks, it is a bit young.

Derek:
And to top it off... whooo, I got the fastest system in all of London

[he begins playing music but Cody shuts it off]

Cody Banks:
Of course, everytime you turn that on you risk blowing your cover and putting yourself and all your men in danger.

Derek:
Nany, nany, Nah. You know what your problem is Banks, your too darn old, act like a kid, that's why they recruited you

[he plays the music agian]

Boy 1:
Hey Cody, can I get you anything, debriefing, recon mission, juice box?

Cody Banks:
No thanks.

Boy 2:
Okay well we're here if you need any thing.

Boy 3:
You know us, USA first, Cody Banks second, Then mom and apple pie tie for third.

Cody Banks:
Thanks.

Cody Banks:
Go and write that on your lunch box.

Cody Banks:
[after a drill] Sorry about the head kick Frank.

Frank:
No problem.

Diaz:
Sorry, sorry, you don't apologize to your enemies.

Cody Banks:
But Frank is my friend.

Diaz:
Friends, enemies, they're all the same, trust equals death, now you go write that on your lunch box.

Cody Banks:
Sir, you dropped you baseball.

[throws it to him]

Diaz:
Remember kid, trust no one, including me.

Cody Banks:
Why are we going so fast, is someone following us?

Derek:
NO, you're late for class?

C.I.A. Director:
So Banks, you let him get away.

Cody Banks:
By now he's a far ways off, and by the looks of things, I'd say we just beaten your little getaway simulation.

C.I.A. Director:
Getaway simulation, that was no simulation THAT WAS THE REAL DEAL!

Derek:
In Nigeria, the ladies go loco for a brother in a bobo.

Diaz:
How bad?

Cody Banks:
I had a good teacher.

Cody Banks:
Wasn't exactly where I was going, but sure.

Cody Banks:
We've got company.