Courtney: Up!
Courtney and Izzy: Up!
Courtney, Izzy, and Sierra: Up!
Courtney, Izzy, Sierra, and Lindsay: Up!
Harold: Sing!
Harold and Cody: Sing!
Harold, Cody, and DJ: Sing!
Harold, Cody, DJ, and Tyler: Sing!
Heather, Leshawna, Bridgette, Courtney, Izzy, Sierra, and Lindsay: We're flying.
Alejandro, Noah, Harold, Cody, DJ, and Tyler: And singing.
Everyone except for Gwen, Duncan, Ezekiel, and Owen: We're flying and we're singing!
Sierra: Come fly with us!
Sierra and Cody: Come fly with us!
Izzy: We've got a lot 'o crazy tunes to bust! Haha!
Bridgette: Come fly with us!
Bridgette and Lindsay: Come fly with us!
Alejandro: It's a pleasure, and an honor, and a must.
Duncan: Dudes, this is messed. You're chant in a plane.
Harold: What did toi expect? Chris is freaking insane. Ah!
Gwen: Yeah, but, guys, you're chant on TV!
Courtney: Haven't toi always wanted to? It can't just be me!
Me: I'd rather be relaxing, chillaxing anything is better!
DJ: Come fly with us!
DJ and Leshawna: Come fly with us!
Heather: Do toi know how to steer this thing!?
Chef Hatchet: I try.
Ezekiel: They thought they could leave me and depart, but this stowaway's got winning in his heart!
Featured Quote: Noah: Come fly with us! Come die with us!
Owen: We're flying?! I hate flying! Stop the plane! (Gets hit on the head with a frying pan courtesy of Chris)
Sierra, DJ, Cody, and Heather: Come fly with us! Come sing with us!
Gwen and Duncan: No!
Chris McLean: Anyone care for a copy of the season three rules? Because in order to escape instant elimination-
Bridgette: All contestants must sing in each show!
Courtney: Duncan, do it! Let's go!
Cody: Gwen, sing it! Don't go!
Gwen: Well, I don't wanna go home. Come fly with us! Come fly with us! Come and fly with us!
Courtney: Duncan, come on! Please?
Duncan: This sucks!
Everyone except for Duncan, Owen, and Ezekiel: Yeah!

Alejandro: No need to get crazy. It's lovin' time at last!
Cody, Noah, Tyler, DJ, and Alejandro: toi don't wanna eat us up.
Owen: We're mostly full of gas. No, no!
Gwen, Courtney, Heather and Me: It's mating time for scarabs.
Leshawna: So, what'cha waiting on?
Izzy: Just ignore us humans!
Cody: Ooooo.
All (except Bridgette and Ezekiel): And make out till the break of dawn!
Alejandro and Cody: It's lovin' time.
Gwen, Courtney, Heather and Me: Lovin' time, lovin' time...
Alejandro: Scarab mating season.
Alejandro and Cody: It's lovin' time
Gwen, Courtney, Heather and Me: Lovin' time, lovin' time...
Alejandro: Scarabs, get busy now...
Harold: It's lovin' time.
Gwen, Courtney, Heather and Me: Lovin' time, lovin' time...
All (except Ezekiel): Scarab mating season.
Cody: It's lovin' time.
Gwen, Courtney, Heather and Me: Lovin' time, lovin' time...
All (except Ezekiel): Scarab mating season!
Ezekiel: Seasonal, eh!? Whoa, no wait!

Alejandro: Mm, mmm. crocodile amigos, what'cha swarmin' for?
Courtney: We don't mean to bug you!
Gwen: Please let us reach the shore!
Camel: (honks twice)
Lindsay: These crocs are getting killy!
Harold: Just bop 'em on the nose! I learned that in Muskrat Boys, it vanquishes all foes!
Ezekiel: No!
Alejandro: It's rowin' time!
Everyone else: Vanquishin'! Vanquishin'!
Everyone: crocodile season!
DJ: It's rowin' time!
Everyone else: Crocodiles! Crocodiles!
DJ: Tell me I'm not sinkin'!
Cody and Me: Yeah, it's rowin' time!
Everyone else: Sinkin' in, sinkin' in!
Everyone: crocodile season!
Alejandro: It's rowin' time!
Everyone else: Rowin' time! Rowin' time!
Sierra: Til the Amazons...
Team Amazon: Wiiiiiiiiiin! Yeah!

Courtney: We're chant as we're falling!
Heather: While some are cannon-balling!
Izzy: Yeah!
Alejandro: Our lives begin to flash before our eyes!
Noah and Owen: We might just go ka-blooey!
Harold and Tyler: Get smushed and become chewy!
Everyone: 'cept there's tons we wanna do before we die!
Leshawna: Billionairess!
Cody: Billiard's Champion!
DJ: Make it accueil to see my momma!
Sierra: Marry Cody!
Bridgette: Catch a barrel!
Lindsay: Be an actress in a drama!
Courtney: Corporate lawyer!
Gwen: Prom destroyer!
Harold: Be a ninja with throwing stars!
Alejandro: Lion tamer!
Owen: New nourriture namer!
Tyler: Repairman for the parallel bars!
Noah: But first we must cease dropping, our goal here would be stopping!
Izzy: Before we smash into the ground from the sky!
DJ: Flat into little pieces!
Harold: Heads merged with our feet-ses!
Leshawna: That would really suck and here's why:
Bridgette and Me: We'd like to keep on living!
Alejandro: So Chris, We hope you're giving:
Sierra: Some wings!
Courtney: A jetpack!
Gwen: A rift in time!
Heather: Parachute!?
Noah: Waterbed!
Me: A giant pillow
Tyler: A trampoline!
Izzy: Springy shoes!
Alejandro: Rocket boots!
Lindsay: Flying squirrel!
Leshawna: Bubble bath!
Lindsay: I change to bubbles, too!
DJ: Momma!
Owen: Pizza! No! Chips and some dip will do!
Everyone: Cause there's still so much to do before we die! Yeah, we a dit it! There's still so much to do, there's still so much to do, there's still so much to do before we die! Yeah!

Bridgette: The strings of my cœur, coeur are a Raiponce mess!
Courtney, Gwen, and Heather: Oooh, mess!
Bridgette: It's beating so hard, it's jumping outta my chest!
Courtney, Gwen, and Heather: Oooh, chest!
Bridgette: I tried to fit two men in my soul!
Courtney, Gwen, and Heather: Oooh, soul!
Bridgette: I ended up stuck to a pole!
Courtney, Gwen, and Heather: She got stuck! Should've ducked! Worst of luck! Stuck, stuck to a pole!
Bridgette: I fell for every little thing that he said!
Courtney, Gwen, and Heather: Oooh, said!
Bridgette: And when I closed my eyes, he jumped on a sled!
Courtney, Gwen, and Heather: Oooh, sled!
Bridgette: He's moved on, I'm still stuck in this place!
Courtney, Gwen, and Heather: Oooh, place!
Bridgette: Would someone pour warm water down my face?!
Courtney, Gwen, Heather, Sierra and Me: She got stuck! Should've ducked! Worst of luck! Stuck, stuck to a pole!
Stuck, stuck, stuck to a pole!


Courtney: What's not to l’amour about New York City?
The taxis honk out a New York ditty!
The crime is high!
The pigeons fly!
What's not to l’amour about New York?
Owen: The lights are brighter!
The fun is funner!
The bagels are bagel-er,
And the bums are bummer!
The dirt and grime make every alley shine!
What's not to l’amour about New York? Oops!
Lindsay: The stores, and the fashion!
Big shows where stars cash in!
It's crazy, 'cause the city never sleeps!
DJ: Dance break!
Lindsay: For the l’amour of dance, stop!
Heather, Sierra, Gwen,Courtney and Me: Subway trains, and the hustle-bustle!
Heather, Sierra, Gwen, Courtney, Lindsay,Leshawna and Me: Cappuccinos while the mobsters tussle!
Owen: And bretzel stands for all us bretzel fans!
Noah: Whoa, hot, hot, hot!
Owen: What's not to love?
Owen and Lindsay: What's not to love?
Owen, Lindsay, Courtney, Heather, Sierra, Noah, Gwen and Me: What's not to l’amour about New York?

Noah: Keep it down, so I can win the loot!
Owen: Try, I will. But I still got to fart! No toot!
Noah and Heather: Shhhh!
Heather: Toot on, but you're still out of luck. toi suck the citron chuck.
Gwen: Wait till you're voted out for being such a lout!
Courtney: I'll dance a jig when Chris shoves toi out the plane!
Me: toi better look out ou something will happen to you!
Alejandro: When toi don't hold back and lead the pack, truly there is nothing stopping you, you, you.
Leshawna: Swimming in your eyes, it's butterflies, and suddenly there's nothing I can't do. Sorry, Harold.
Lindsay: Wait, something's itching in my brain! Someone's back in the game! My former flame! And Tyler's your name! You're Tyler just the same! Oh, Tyler, Tyler, Tyler, Tyler back toi came.
Tyler: toi remember me? Ha! She remembers me! YEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!


Heather: We should have just gone left. We wouldn't be in this mess!
Sierra: I a dit so too, but then Gwen used Cody's epipen!
Heather: Now if he gets bitten...
Cody: My obituary's written!
Sierra: Oh, what would I do then?
Gwen: (rapping) Tied up, rope is no joke!
Spears in our face, get us out of this place.
Ain't having the luck that I anticipated.
Probably means I'm eliminated. Yeah, I’m out!
Me: O-o-out! Ooh, ooh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Alejandro: We're heading down to Newfoundland, that rocky eastern shore!
Owen: I'll have the shrimp, mussels, cod, and the homard thermidor!
Gwen and Me: We can't get a thing to bite, so we better get there first!
Courtney: Row harder, faster, both of you. For the win, work up a thirst! Stroke, stroke, stroke!
Heather: It's a sea shanty, and it's darn catchy! Yes! Go on, DJ, your turn! (DJ silently shakes his head)
Tyler: Izzy, you're a nut-bar, but toi sure can catch a fish!
Izzy: Thanks, there, B'y, you're right kind to my partner, he's Irish. And if toi want the suivant drill, he's all yours!
Sierra and Cody: Trying our best, Courtney, our arms are getting fried!
Gwen: Courtney, do toi see?
Courtney: Could it be? Steer hard starboard side!
Heather: It's a sea shanty, and it's darn catchy!
DJ: No, toi can't catch me, with a sea shanty!

Owen: It's creepy how they stand there,
and don't even blink!
I don't wanna see his bum, all naked and pink!
Noah: salut buddy,
Can we bribe you,
to strip yourself down?
Owen: Yum-Yum Happy Go Time Fish?
Noah: Don't kill him, toi clown!
Courtney: No way, I can't strip him,
Duncan will freak!
Heather: And I'm allergic to uniforms.
Me: Okay, that's just weak.
Sierra: I made a vow that Cody's the only man for me!
Gwen: Okay, so then I have to do it? Uh, hello!? Injury!? Ow!
Courtney: If we're gonna find that clue...
Heather: There's only one thing to do!
Sierra: Force someone to strip him down!
Courtney, Heather, and Sierra: And, sorry, Gwen, that's you!
Gwen: Ow! Oh, wait!
Noah: If we're gonna find that clue...
Owen: There's only one thing to do!
Noah: Force someone to strip him down!
Owen and Noah: And Tyler, dude, that's you!
Gwen: Sierra! Look! It's Cody!
And I think he wants to strip!
Sierra: Poor honey! Quick, get out of those things.
And that will help, I bet.
Gwen: Yeah, we're gonna find that clue.
Heather: We're doing what Chris proposed!
Courtney: Force someone to strip him down!
Courtney, Heather, and Gwen: Cause' if we don't, we're hosed!
Courtney: Totally ho-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-osed!

Courtney: Boyfriend kisser!
I thought she was my friend,
But now it's time to diss her!
Sure we had some fun times,
But I'm not gonna miss her now!
Heather: Boyfriend kisser!
Courtney: You're gonna get
What's coming to you
If it's the last thing
I ever do-oo-oo!
Heather: That's right!
That's right!
Courtney and Heather: That's right!
That's right!
Me: There's no need to be mean!
Courtney: Let's go a little back!
We captured Duncan in a sack.
Heather: And had a laugh attack
When toi stretched me on the rack!
Courtney: All those times toi made me smile,
toi wanted my man
All the while!
Sierra: Duh! It was so obvious.
Courtney and Heather: Boyfriend kisser!
Courtney: You're not my new sister!
You're a pus-y, gothy, nasty blister! Oh!
Heather: Boyfriend kisser!
Courtney and Heather: You're gonna get what's coming to you!
Courtney: If it's the last thing I ever do-oo-oo!

Heather: Shearing sheep, don't be a creep,
It's the only way we'll fly first, peeps.
Win the game, don't be so lame,
Try to lose this and your face I'll maim!
Me: Back to my hometown, looking like a clown, so I hope I don't get, recognised!
Courtney: Shear the sheep, then, with a smile,
Make yourself a giant woolly, woolly, woolly pi-ile!
toi had your chance and toi turned him down,
So don't be giving me no cranky frowns!
Heather, Courtney, Gwen and Me: We are shearing sheep!
We are shearing sheep!
We are shearing sheep!
We are shearing sheeeeep!
Sierra: Eeeeee!
Cody: Woah-oo-oo!
Heather: Shearing mouton, moutons instead of you,
Only cause toi don't have any, a-tattoos!
I'll find a logo, we'll win again,
And I'll be here, until the amer end!
Heather, Courtney, Gwen and Me: We are shearing sheep!
We are shearing sheep!
We are shearing...
Yeaaahhhhh!
Sierra: Ahhhh!

Heather: They're way ahead, so we've got to go!
Courtney: We've got to build something to sail, something we can row-ow!
Sierra: It doesn't have to be a boat!
Heather, Sierra, and Courtney: As long as it stays afloat!
Oh, why did we build Gwen's face?!
Alejandro and Duncan: It's almost ready, to set sail!
Duncan: Just hammering in the final nail!
Heather, Courtney, and Sierra: Ohh, ohh, ohh!
Owen: We really did this fast!
Alejandro and Duncan: Soon we'll be back in first class!
Alejandro, Duncan, and Owen: Because they built Gwen's face!
Heather, Courtney, and Sierra: We built Gwen's face!
Alejandro, Duncan, and Owen: We're gonna take first place!
Heather, Courtney, and Sierra: Because we built Gwen's face!
Me: Aaaa-eee-yeah-eee-yeah!
Heather and Courtney: We built Gwen's face! (held until the final note)
Sierra: Eee-yeah-eee-yeah-eee-yeah-eee-yeah!

Blaineley: Blain-Blain-Blain-Blain-Blainerific, is my name. Dishing dirt is my game. Invading your TV with my Blainelicious frame!
Owen: The Blainerific! S-s-so terrific!
Blaineley: I'm fa-fa-famous. I'm famous!
Courtney: This is so against the rules, does Chris think we're a bunch of fools?
Chris: Rules? This ain't no Sunday School! Miss Thang up there's a rating's jewel!
Owen: The Blainerific!
Heather: M-M-Make me si-ick!
Blaineley: I'm fa-fa-famous. I'm famous! Get me a half fat, no foam latte steamed to a hundred-two, heat! I'm quite specific.
Owen: She's Blainerific!
Duncan and Me: So-so horrific.
Blaineley: I'm fa-fa-fam-
Cody: Who's that girl again?
Blaineley: WHAT?! Who am I? Who am I?! Who are you? I'm the host of the chiot Bachelorette, I was nominated for a Gemmie Award, I interviewed toi for Celebrity Manhunt! It's a fact and scientific, that I'm still Blainerific.
Heather and Courtney: She's not so famous. Turns out she's not so famous!

Chris: A little Chinese lesson, for you. Manman chi means "enjoy your meal."
Everyone (except Sierra and Courtney): Manman chi. It's no raw deal.
Cody: Is it roasted eel?

Chris:Manman chi, it's time to dine.
Blainley, Alejandro, Heather, Duncan and Me: Manman Chi it won't be very fine.
Me: Somethings coming back up and it's definetly mine!

Chris: Manman chi means "bon appetite."
Blaineley, Alejandro, Heather, and Duncan: Manman chi. What do we have to eat?
Heather: It's still moving its feet!

Chris: Manman chi. It's dîner for four.
Blaineley, Alejandro, and Duncan: Manman chi. We've got room for more.
Duncan: I think I'm nearly done for.

Chris: Manman chi. Don't get the squirts.
Blaineley and Alejandro: Manman chi. We'd rather eat our shirts!
Heather: Wait, stop!

Blaineley and Alejandro: Manman chi. (off-key) Manman chi-i-i.
Chris: They l’amour to eat on The Yangtze. Manman chi. Manman.. Wha-?
Blaineley and Alejandro: (both gag and vomit)
Sierra: Cody's in first class with me and my Love-me teaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Heather: Well, it's a beautiful jour on the Serengeti. The perfect time to snag a pup.
I'll find Zeke and win this dumb game, as soon as my leg wakes up. Ah!
Alejandro: Going alone just makes toi look sad and pathetic. Plus, you'll die without a trace.
Heather: Hey!
Duncan: We teamed up and almost had Ezeke. I could see the zits right on his face. Really! We were that close!
Heather: "Almost" gets toi nowhere around here. You're a loser duo, and that's all.
Alejandro: "Loser" is what the lion called you, when toi couldn't find your balls. Tranq balls, that is. I wonder where they went?
Me: Ugh my feet their all weird and numb. Please help me win this challenge ou I'll be sent home.
Sierra: I better sing ou I get kicked out. (faints) I got something I want to say. Cody? Cody? Cody? I ca- I can't feel my face. Where'd toi put it? Cody?! Cody?! Co... (faints)
Heather: Well, it's a beautiful jour on the Serengeti. The perfect time to snag a pup.
I'll find Zeke and win this dumb game, as soon as my leg wakes up.
My leg.
Alejandro: My hand. (gets punched par Duncan)
Duncan: My arm.
Me: My feet.
Sierra: Ugh, my face.
Heather, Alejandro, Sierra, Duncan and Me: Wake uuuuuuu-uh-uh-uup!
Wake uuuuuuuuuuuuup!

Alejandro: I'm tall, I'm tanned,
I'm young, I'm handsome.
I've come here to bring back your wee ones...
So, hush my sweet, condor.
Let me win this one, please.
So try, attack me!
But, I won protection.
I don't feel that pecking.
So, save your objections.
Hush, now, condor,
Let me in the final three.
Whoah! Oof! Aw, no! Ah!
Chris: Next!
Cody: I, oh, I-I-I...
I've got problems with condor...
Problems with condor.
Why, oh, why-y-y?
Am I not at home? I ponder...
Trust me, oh, trust me-e!
I'm your best friend,
And I'll never eat eggs agai-i-in!
My licorice! Oof!
Chris: Good news! toi can have another chance later! But first...
Me: I don't wonna lose this thing so I wanna win the challenge and stop singing. Come on condor PLEASE let me in the final three. Oof!
Sierra: I'm a mom now, so don't be giving me flak!
'Cause my first chick just hatched, out of his yolk sa-ack!
So, hush, my sweet!
Let me into the final three!
Cody Jr.! No, not Auntie Heather!
Chris: Heather?
Heather: I...
Sierra: Waaaaah!
Heather: How I-I-I...
Sierra: Oof!
Heather: How I really hate these birdies,
And I wanna live to see my thirties.
These, these feathered jerks.
They're bringing me strife,
And "Cody II,"
I'm not your wife,
For the last time!
Get a life!
Yes!
Thanks, my sweet condor,
Now I'm in the final three!