Cory: "Eric Matthews. Look at me. Look at me. A one woman show."
Eric: Oh, yeah, "man". See for me this would be "man".

Eric: I am now five again. Kindergarten. And I don't know which cubbie is mine.

Cory: Have you looked at her?
Topanga: Okay, so she's pretty, she's tall, she drives a new red convertible. Oh heck, I'd go out with her.

Eric: It's about time you kids got home. It's almost eleven o'clock. I was worried sick. I had Feeny looking for you. I called the police.
Amy: Really?
Eric: No, didn't even know you left.

Eric: 1984. I poo poo on a bus. Nobody likes me.

Cory: We gotta meet.
Shawn: But where?
Cory: Paris!
Shawn: That's the first place she'd look!

Shawn: Cory Matthews. Son of Alan and Amy. Grandson of Nana and Sam.
Cory: How could you sell out my Nana?

Cory: Shawn!
Shawn: Cory, is that you?
Cory: No, it's the audio book section, you moron.

Eric: 300 seats at 30 bucks a pop? That's like 300 times 30.

Eric: John Paul "Eye Eye" is elected the new pople.