Angela: Yes, girl, I am the screamer around here.

Angela: I'm trying to protect you, you short little white girl.

Angela: If you want to talk about emotion, look at the motion coming our way. Oh Lord, I forget my name. *Guy approaches* Hi, I'm Nancy or something.

Angela: Okay, what's with you? Feeny asked twenty questions and you only answered twelve.

Angela: Ooh, there's a new saint in town. Saint Topanga of the deep. Deep denial.

Cory: What are you studying?
Angela: White history. You know, you people contributed quite a lot to this country.
Cory: Thanks!

Cory: Let me ask you this, in all the time you were with Shawn, did he ever call out the name Topanga?
Angela: No, but he called out the name Cory.
Cory: In what context?

Angela: You guys are our closest friends, but we are sick and tired of you!

Topanga: Because I'd rather give him attention for acting normal.
Angela: Oh, honey. We know that's never going to happen.

Topanga: This fell out of Cory's backpack. I think it may be from Lauren.
Angela: Talk all night Lauren? That girl should have her own radio show. What more could she have to say?