Boy Meets World quotes
406 total quotes[during a karaoke contest]
Topanga: I just don't think this is the right song for us.
Cory: You wanna win or not?
Topanga: Yes, I wanna win, I just don't think you and I are the right people to express this particular sentiment!
Cory: Topanga, it's a beautiful song, and we're gonna sing it. [nods and grins] Hit it, Cap'n Randy!
[Music starts.]
Cory: [screaming and flashing his hands] WAR!!
Topanga: [monotone] Huh.
Cory: [gyrating and grimacing] What is it GOOD FOR!
Topanga: [monotone] Absolutely nothing. Say it again.
Cory: WAR!!
Topanga: Good God, you all.
Cory: This is all a big JOKE to you isn't it, Topanga?! (storms off stage)
Topanga: I just don't think this is the right song for us.
Cory: You wanna win or not?
Topanga: Yes, I wanna win, I just don't think you and I are the right people to express this particular sentiment!
Cory: Topanga, it's a beautiful song, and we're gonna sing it. [nods and grins] Hit it, Cap'n Randy!
[Music starts.]
Cory: [screaming and flashing his hands] WAR!!
Topanga: [monotone] Huh.
Cory: [gyrating and grimacing] What is it GOOD FOR!
Topanga: [monotone] Absolutely nothing. Say it again.
Cory: WAR!!
Topanga: Good God, you all.
Cory: This is all a big JOKE to you isn't it, Topanga?! (storms off stage)
[Eric has been told that he cannot enlist due to flat feet.]
Eric: Everybody's doing their part in this war. I want to help. I'm going back to that recruitment office and tell them that a little case of flat feet isn't gonna stop Eric Matthews from fighting those evil Canadians.
Alan: I have a feeling it's not the flat feet.
Eric: Everybody's doing their part in this war. I want to help. I'm going back to that recruitment office and tell them that a little case of flat feet isn't gonna stop Eric Matthews from fighting those evil Canadians.
Alan: I have a feeling it's not the flat feet.
[Eric has bought Morgan a zombie costume for Halloween.]
Amy: There weren't any Cinderella costumes?
Eric: Hundreds of them.
Amy: And you had to pick axe-in-the-head here?
Eric: It was the last one, Mom. She picked it out herself, it was her decision.
Alan: Eric, 24 hours ago she didn't have any idea what a zombie was.
Morgan: The undead are cool!
Amy: There weren't any Cinderella costumes?
Eric: Hundreds of them.
Amy: And you had to pick axe-in-the-head here?
Eric: It was the last one, Mom. She picked it out herself, it was her decision.
Alan: Eric, 24 hours ago she didn't have any idea what a zombie was.
Morgan: The undead are cool!
[Eric recruits Jack to be a mall elf.]
Eric: You're going to be making like five bucks an hour!
Jack: Wait a second, you get twelve bucks an hour?!
Eric: Hi -- I'm Santa. You're just an elf. Read your Bible.
Eric: You're going to be making like five bucks an hour!
Jack: Wait a second, you get twelve bucks an hour?!
Eric: Hi -- I'm Santa. You're just an elf. Read your Bible.
[Feeny has the gang kept in a room]
Topanga: Mr. Feeny, how can you keep us locked in this room?
Feeny: A-minus
Topanga: Well played, old man.
Topanga: Mr. Feeny, how can you keep us locked in this room?
Feeny: A-minus
Topanga: Well played, old man.
[Feeny is grading papers at his desk when Eric rides in, dressed as a bicyclist and honking his horn.]
Feeny: Ah, the Tour de Idiot.
Eric: [phony Italian accent] Hi, I'm from-a Italy...
Feeny: Shut up.
Feeny: Ah, the Tour de Idiot.
Eric: [phony Italian accent] Hi, I'm from-a Italy...
Feeny: Shut up.
[Jack gets off the elevator in a red dress, high heels and a matching kerchief]
Jack: I don't want to talk about it, okay?
Eric: Yeah, well, I do! You took that out of my closet!
Jack: I don't want to talk about it, okay?
Eric: Yeah, well, I do! You took that out of my closet!
[Mr. Feeny has sent Mr. Turner's students back to class.]
Turner: What about Hunter and Matthews?
Feeny: Ah. For those two, I shall have to go nuclear.
Turner: What does that mean?
Feeny: I shall call their mommies.
Turner: What about Hunter and Matthews?
Feeny: Ah. For those two, I shall have to go nuclear.
Turner: What does that mean?
Feeny: I shall call their mommies.
[Mr. Feeny takes Cory's headphones after he catches him listening to a walkman radio during class.]
Feeny: What is this, Mr. Matthews?
Cory: Huh? What'd you say, Mr. Feeny? You took my hearing aid.
Feeny: What is this, Mr. Matthews?
Cory: Huh? What'd you say, Mr. Feeny? You took my hearing aid.
[saying their goodbyes to Mr. Feeny]
Topanga: I will never forget you. You were more of a father to me than my own dad.
Shawn: You...you never gave up on me. Never once. I'm...I'm not gonna forget you. You're the best person I know.
Eric: I don't know what's gonna happen to me. But I do know that I'm gonna be a good person who cares about people, and I blame you for that.
Topanga: I will never forget you. You were more of a father to me than my own dad.
Shawn: You...you never gave up on me. Never once. I'm...I'm not gonna forget you. You're the best person I know.
Eric: I don't know what's gonna happen to me. But I do know that I'm gonna be a good person who cares about people, and I blame you for that.
[Shawn and Cory are sleeping in Turner's class. Shawn is snoring and Cory is making a yipping noise.]
Feeny: Interesting. In my class, Mr. Hunter handles the yipping.
Cory: [wakes up] Shawn! It's both of 'em!
Shawn: [wakes up and looks around, nervous] Oh, no. Now I don't know which class I slept through.
Feeny: Interesting. In my class, Mr. Hunter handles the yipping.
Cory: [wakes up] Shawn! It's both of 'em!
Shawn: [wakes up and looks around, nervous] Oh, no. Now I don't know which class I slept through.
[Shawn and Topanga are reading scripts.]
Shawn: I can't just sit here and watch your beautiful skin and silky hair and perfect face and long, long legs. [drops some pages]
Topanga: Isn't there anything you want to say about my eyes?
Shawn: [picking up script and putting the pages in order] Yes, yes. The number of eyes... on your face... That's, um. That's, that's, that's nice.
Shawn: I can't just sit here and watch your beautiful skin and silky hair and perfect face and long, long legs. [drops some pages]
Topanga: Isn't there anything you want to say about my eyes?
Shawn: [picking up script and putting the pages in order] Yes, yes. The number of eyes... on your face... That's, um. That's, that's, that's nice.
[Shawn is heard screaming upstairs]
Cory: Shawn?
Shawn: It's okay, it's okay. I thought I saw a poster of myself, but it was just a mirror.
Cory: Shawn?
Shawn: It's okay, it's okay. I thought I saw a poster of myself, but it was just a mirror.
[Topanga wants to be carried over the threshold for the second time.]
Cory: NO!
Topanga: What? You want me to carry you?
Cory: I'm light as a feather, really.
Cory: NO!
Topanga: What? You want me to carry you?
Cory: I'm light as a feather, really.