The Suite Life of Zack and Cody2005

London:
[London is walking down the staircase, looking at herself in the mirror, until she loses concentration and bumps into a tall, dark and handsome guy] Hey! Would you watch where you're going? [he picks up her mirror and gazes into his eyes romantically]

Todd St. Mark:
I am so sorry.

London:
No, no, it was my fault.

Todd St. Mark:
[looking at London's shiny white teeth] Forgive me for staring, but, your teeth! [London smiles at him] They're like perfect little pearls!

London:
Oh, thanks. You're kinda cute yourself... for a dentist.

Todd St. Mark:
I wish! My dream is to attend the Zurich Dental Institute, and make the world safe from chronic periodontitis.

London:
[smiles and gazes at him romantically, not paying attention to what he said] I don't know what you just said, but it sounds so... [sighs] medical!

Ilsa:
[marching over to Moseby's front desk] Moseby! Yeah, I just wanted to see if the Japanese ambassador had checked in yet. Oh wait, he couldn't have! Because he's staying at the St. Mark!

Mr. Moseby:
[gasps] That's impossible! He *always* stays here at the Tipton!

Ilsa:
Well it seems he heard you were having a problem with cockerlockers. That's German for [yelling out loud in front of guests] COCKROACHES! [stamps foot trying to squash them]

Mr. Moseby:
Well he must've heard *that* lie from the head cockerlocker herself!

Todd St. Mark:
[sees Ilsa, gasps and hides] It's Ilsa!

London:
You know her?

Todd St. Mark:
Yeah, he runs my dad's hotel across the street. If he finds out I'm here, I'll be in *big* trouble!

London:
*You're* Todd St. Mark? *I'm* London Tipton! My dad hates *your* dad!

Todd St. Mark:
My dad hates *your* dad!

London:
We have so much in common! [giggles]

Ilsa:
Todd! [spots Todd hiding behind London] Ooh, good hiding place. It was so hard to see you behind the 4-foot Cupie doll! You know your father doesn't approve of your dental dream. Or this *Tipton*! It is verboten! Come with me! Mach Schnell!

Todd St. Mark:
But...

Ilsa:
Dut, dut, dut! [leading Todd to a military march] Left, left, [Todd looks at London] Don't look back! Left, left, left!