Amy: Sometimes you scare me. I mean how are you supposed to do well in college if you can't even fill out the housing application?
Eric: Oh, it's worse than that. Checked the wrong box on some other form, now they think I'm an Eskimo.

Topanga: Eric, it's me.
Eric: Pangy? Damn girl, you look bad.

Eric: (To the tune of He's A Jolly Good Fellow) The curtains are on fire. The curtains are on fire.

Cory: I sort of thought you guys would keep my room the way it is.
Eric: Actually, Cor, for that I think you have to be unexpectedly killed by a truck or something.

Eric: I am now five again. Kindergarten. And I don't know which cubbie is mine.

Eric: My life sucks, Shawnie. I lost my apartment. My apartment! I lost Rachel. Rachel! I lost my best friend, Jack. Rachel! And now I'm about to lose Feeny to that mean old lady. Jack!

Eric: Oh my gosh, they killed Feeny!

Eric: I can do Cartman. "I am not fat. I am festivally plump."

Eric: You're not happy. You're just a sweet, dumb farm kid who picked up with the first pretty girl who flashes him a smile.
Jack: I'm from New York City!
Eric: That town ain't so tough!

Eric: She doesn't belong to you, Jack. She belongs to El Diablo.