Mrs. Nelson: I don't like the cold.
Cory: Me neither. In fact, I'm cold right now.
Topanga: Cory, it's 92 degrees.
Cory: I'm very cold. Why don't we go in the bedroom and go under the covers like we did before?
Topanga: Cory, we're married now. We can do it every night for the rest of your life.
Mr. Nelson: Get it in writing, kid.

Secretary: Someone's here to see you.
Eric: You mean a case?
Secretary: No silly, a person.

Sgt. Moore: [to Eric] Drop and give me twenty!
Eric: Fine. [drops to the floor and holds up a twenty-dollar bill] Dude, you better pay me back!

Sgt. Moore: Matthews!
Eric: Sir, yes sir!
Sgt. Moore: You are a disgrace to this university, this country and humanity in general!
Eric: [flattered] Oh, wow!

Shawn: Cory, before we actually start interfering with these people's lives, don't you think we should find out why they actually split up in the first place?
Cory: It's insignificant, Shawnie. It's unimportant. Okay, this is Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence. We've known these people all our lives. They're in love with each other and they do not want to split up. Trust me, I once caught him grabbing her tushy and going, "Ah-ooga!" [pumps arm]

Shawn: We've had to deal with life, death, and Feeny.

Shawn: Why didn't you tell me who my mom was?
Chet: Your mother's Virna.
Shawn: No. The woman who gave birth to me.
Chet: Oh, her. Uh, she took off. When you were born I said, "Honey! It's a... Honey?"

Topanga: *to Shawn* How can there be anything wrong between you and Cory? You love him more than I do! *to her mother* It's true, but I'm okay with it.

Topanga: Do you want a blanket?
Cory: Oh, that would be swell. But not wool. Wool chafes my nippies.

Topanga: I'm here.
Cory: Hi...[closes the door] You're playing Solitaire?
Topanga: Yeah. 'cause I alone. I played 19 games
Cory: Did you win them all? [Topanga shoots him "The look"] Sorry.
Topanga: Yeah.
Cory: Look, could you put the cards away? I need to talk to you.
Topanga: Oh? You have something you want to say to me now?
Cory: I'm-I'm sorry about what happened. I'm, I'm deeply, deeply sorry. Y'know? And I do take back what I said to you.
Topanga: [stands up and walks to the side of the room opposite Cory] Uh-huh?
Cory: Th-that's all I get is "uh-huh?"? Topanga, I just apologized! Now it's your turn...?
Topanga: No! That's not the way it works!
Cory: What, I don't apologize good enough for you, either?!
Topanga: OH, IS THAT WHAT THAT WAS?!

Topanga: We had no idea planning a wedding would be so hard.
Cory: It's like riding a pogo stick in a mine field. BOOM! Boing. BOOM! Boing...

Topanga: We have become your parents.
Cory: Never, ever mention my parents in bed again!

Topanga: Your queen demands a duel. Lord Hunter. [hands Shawn a sword] Sir Complain-a-lot. [hands Cory a sword] The winner shall get my hand.
Cory: [French accent] En guarde, doody-head.
Shawn: [French accent] Prepare to die, scoundrel.
Cory: Oh, I a scoundrel? [Ebonics voice] 's cool.
Topanga: All right, your queen's getting bored. Can we see some bloodshed?

[After being dumped by four girls]
Eric: Hey, you want to get be experimented on?
Jack: Yeah, sure.

[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.