Shawn: You were one of those kids that enjoy getting spanked, weren't you?
Cory: I always deserved it.

Cory: My history paper and a red pen. Feeny, you fool! ... "Cory, you fool, put down the paper and step away from my walnut credenza."

Shawn: Ah, the cab driver. I forgot to deport the cab driver.

Mr. Feeny: What are you doing in Beantown?
Eric: Hiding from you. And I've failed. Why must you stalk me so?
Mr. Feeny: Sorry to burst your balloon, buster, but I'm waiting for somebody else.
Eric: Cory?
Mr. Feeny: No, not Cory.

Mr. Feeny: If you haven't had your dinner yet, I thought we might grab a bowl of pasta on the north end?
Eric: Oh, I don't know, Mr. Feeny. I mean it's my first night in Boston, I was thinking of something a little riskier. Maybe you and me could go out, hit the town, checkout the action.
Mr. Feeny: You mean cruise for chicks?
Eric: And their mothers.

Cory: Shawn, what are you doing? It's just a house.
Shawn: No, no. This is Feeny's house. There's got to be, I don't know, some shrunken heads, some eyeballs in a jar, and voodoo dolls.
Cory: Now why would he have stuff like that?
Shawn: Well he took them from me last year.

Eric: Oh, Mr. Feeny? He's my next door neighbor. And he used to be my teacher. And he's real concerned about where my life is going. What would you call that?
Bartender: I'd call that a friend.
Eric: Yeah? Feeny, friend? Okay.

Eric: Hi, my name's Dylan Hightower. I'm the CEO of a midsized venture capital group. You might look for me on the cover of next month's "For-bees". It'll look something like this.
Bartender: You're just out of high school. You work for your daddy. This is your first convention. It's pronounced Forbes. And what's your real name?

Cory: Forty-two dollars and fifty cents. Now we can afford that public defender. I can not do time.

Cory: Eric, you forgot your book.
Eric: What book?
Cory: "How to act innocent when your father catches you".