Cory: Dad, I need a job.
Alan: You need to be a kid.
Cory: I wanna be able to afford stuff!
Alan: So do I!

Cory: Do you think I'm a geek?
Shawn: Of course not.
Cory: So you think I'm cool?
Shawn: Of course not.
Cory: Then what am I?!
Shawn: You're Cory! I'm Shawn- just like it's always been. What else do you need to know?

Cory: Do you understand that you owe me?
Topanga: Yes.
Cory: Do you intend to pay me?
Topanga: Yes.
Cory: In the road?
Topanga: Yes, in the road.
Cory: And you'll call me Don Francisco?
Topanga: Yes.
Cory: Yes...who?
Topanga: Yes, Don Francisco.
Cory: Alright, I'll marry you!

Cory: Don't expect my paper on time, Mr. Feeny.
Feeny: I never do.

Cory: Eight lanes and not one stinking island. You gotta be Moses to get across that highway!

Cory: Eric we have to go home and here's why, I'm completly out of clean underwear.
Eric: Eh' Big deal, I ran out a week ago. I'm sittin' pretty.
Cory: Yes but you see, I don't know if you've noticed, but I've also run out of pants.
[Eric screams]
Cory: I want to go home.
Eric: I want you in pants!

Cory: Eric, how could you plan the rave on the same day as Mom and Dad's anniversary?
Eric: Hey, you're lookin' at me like I'm inconsiderate. I had no idea when Mom and Dad's anniversary was, so there!

Cory: Eric, listen. I wouldn't underestimate these people, okay? I mean, they did get Shawn.
Eric: Cory, no offense to Shawn or anything, okay, but it takes a pretty weak-willed and gullible individual to succumb to this kind of blatant scam.
Alicia: Hi, I'm Alicia. Welcome to The Centre. [hugs Eric]
Eric: [hands Alicia his wallet] Here's my money. Where's my room?

Cory: Every time I get a haircut, it looks terrible for about six weeks. Then it looks good for, like, a day, then it's time for a new haircut. It's what I call the "Haircut Cycle of Shame."

Cory: For once, just listen to me, man. In the classroom under my desk is a key. The key will open ariport locker number B-378. In the locker, you will find a tattered plaid valise. In the valise, you will find my homework for five years. See, for all these years I understood everything. I'm actually a brilliant student.
Feeny: What is the capital of Montana?
Cory: You're not going to the airport, are ya?

Cory: Friday, I love Friday. Soon I'm gonna be home for the whole weekend.
Amy: Friday, I hate Friday. Soon you're gonna be home for the whole weekend.
Cory: Oh, you love me.
Amy: Oh, you wish.

Cory: Hey, Mom, this cereal is bogus. Where's my blue sugar moons? Where're my yellow teddy bears? All this is, is hamster food and cornflake dust. Where's all the good stuff?
Amy: Morgan.
Cory: She took out all the good stuff.
Morgan: I've been up since 6 o' clock!
Amy: What is this? Sugar-coated... sugar?
Morgan: I'm feeling very perky!
Amy: Come on, Morgan, let's get you into bed.
Morgan: How come? How come? How come how come how come?
Amy: Because if we hurry we might just make it before the coma.
Morgan: Coma? Coma? Coma coma coma?
Alan: Don't waste this, honey, have her paint the house.

Cory: I call this next poem "Feeny."
"Mr. Feeny is very smart
On many subjects, including art.
And yet he can't help me with my frustration --
COME ON, TOPANGA!"

Cory: I came here to woo her, and by gum, woo her I will.

Cory: I do have a girlfriend, you know. Her name is Topanga.
Mary Beth: Topanga? Sounds like a freeway exit.