Minkus: I don't get it.
Cory: What?
Minkus: If you're smarter than I am, how come you're always trying to copy from my paper?
Cory: Uhmm-
Shawn: He's not copying, Minkus. He's just glancing over to admire the work of a fellow genius.
Minkus: You are?
Shawn: He is.
Cory: I am.

Cory: How come you always pick on me. How come you never pick on .. Minkus?
Mr. Feeny: Have you taken a blow to the head, Mr. Matthews? Stuart Minkus gets nothing but As. If there was a letter before A, he'd get that.

Cory: You waited for me?
Shawn: Am I not your best friend?
Cory: You had detention too, didn't you?
Shawn: Mrs. Engels nailed me.
Cory: How'd you get detention in art?
Shawn: Well, that's what makes me one of the greats.

Cory: You know, that makes a lot of sense. And if I were a smarter person, I'd probably listen to you. Except, I'm not a smarter person, but tomorrow I'm going to be a genius.

Mr. Feeny: Mr. Minkus, you came in second.
Minkus: Second? As in the context of not first? Someone scored higher than I did on the IQ test?
Mr. Feeny: Blew you out of the academic water.

Cory: Wait a minute, what do they do for fun?
Mr. Feeny: They study.
Cory: What do they do for exercise?
Mr. Feeny: They study 'til they sweat.

Cory: No sports teams at all?
Mr. Feeny: Well, they have a highly spirited chess team.
Cory: Chess?!

Cory: I'm going to be in a class full of Minkuses. Wait a minute, what am I talking about? These kids make Minkus look like Fabio.

Cory: You want me to throw the test?
Shawn: Oh, no. I want you to take the test to the best of your ability. And no guessing, I wouldn't want you to stumble into a right answer.

Cory: I think that's really cool of you, Mr. Feeny.
Mr. Feeny: I'm cool. God help me.