Cory: Piece of cake.
Eric: What?
Cory: I threw up a piece of cake.

Eric: Cory, get out of that car. It's not safe. You'll kill yourself. Mr. Feeny, enjoy the ride!

Mr. Feeny: If you let people's perception of you dictate your behavior, you will never grow as a person. But if you leave yourself open to experience, despite what others think, then you will learn and grow. And when you grow and mature, then you can rub their smug little earring-wearing noses in it.

Cory: On a danger scale, where would you put me?
Eric: If pushed, I'd say you're just slightly less dangerous than lime jello.
Cory: Is this what everybody thinks of me?
Eric: Oh, no. Some people think lemon.

Eric: I'll talk to Cory. He'll be fine. He won't do the fountain. He won't blow milk bubbles out of his nose. He won't even do armpit theater.

Shawn: So, what's she look like?
Eric: Gorgeous, spectacular. Like Elle MacPherson with Cindy Crawford's mind.
Shawn: You haven't seen her yet, have you?
Eric: I'm paying.
Shawn: She's just my type. So where are we going?
Eric: I'm paying.
Shawn: I love it there!

Amy: Sorry, honey. I would've been home sooner, but they took a little longer with me at the hairdresser No big deal.
Alan: I ran the house real good. The kids had beer nuts for dinner, and now they're playing video games in the bathtub. Father of the year.

Eric: Hey, Cory, you're still awake.
Cory: Yeah, Mom and Dad always let me stay up a little later than Morgan.

Shawn: Cory, during class I did something I don't normally do. A lot of thinking. And not about that big war part two thing, but about you and me and the double date. And this is what I came up with - Oh, man, I had it a second ago.

Mr. Turner: George? The ski club and I were talking, and we'd really love you to reconsider coming along with us on the big weekend, huh? Look, we even found you a nice ski vest, huh?
Mr. Feeny: Why, thank you, Jonathan. But I'm rather busy right now, so could you stick it in your ear 'till I need it?