Cory: We're going to the gym so we can beat the zippers off of Sergio and Nunzio.

Mr. Turner: Matthews, side bar.
Cory: Are you kidding me?
Mr. Turner: I thought you said you'd never have to fight.
Cory: Mr. Turner, you should know by now, I'm wrong about absolutely everything.

Morgan: I'm Cory. I'm 16, and I'm going to Atlantic City to see an R-rated movie. *Laughs*
Cory: Uh, here, Morgan, let me help you make the matinee. *Pushes Morgan's toy car*

Mr. Feeny: Now, who can tell me what's wrong with that sentence?
Topanga: I can.
Mr. Feeny: I know, Miss Lawrence, but you're already 10 for 10. Oh, why don't we try Mr. Matthews?
Topanga: Mmm, he won't know this one.
Mr. Feeny: Mr. Matthews?
Cory: She's 11 for 11.

Cory: Beautiful? I've seen hormones turn a normal guy's face into Craters 'R Us.

Cory: If I'm not making you happy, fine, go. You think you're gonna find someone else at your age?

Cory: When I'm president, people are going to look at you, and you know what they're gonna say? Who's that sitting next to Cory? Who's that giving Cory the ride home?
Eric: Who's the guy with photos of little Cory running naked through the sprinkler.
Cory: Eric, big deal. I was four.
Eric: You were twelve.
Cory: It was refreshing.