Amy: So did you kiss anybody tonight?
Cory: Mom!
Alan: Amy, whoa. Step away from your son, please.
Amy: Why?
Alan: You can't do that to a guy.
Amy: Oh, he's not a guy. He's my baby.
Alan: Oh, please, please, please. Have mercy on the boy, will ya? How do I put this? Do you want grandchildren? Huh? Well, then, don't talk like that to your son. Go on, get out of here. Give the boy some privacy.

Cory: I've sunk so low that even teachers feel sorry for me.
Shawn: Look, in situations like this, it's like my uncle Ralph always says, "It's not what you did. It's what they can pin on you."

Cory: Awkward? Mom, this wasn't awkward. Losing your gym shorts while climbing the rope, that is awkward. And it burns!
This was beyond humiliation way beyond. This was this was agoobwa.
Alan: Agoobwa?
Cory: It was so bad, I had to invent a word for it.

Alan: Eric, look. You're not in any trouble here. We want to know what you said so we know what to say to him to make him feel better.
Eric: Oh, OK. I told him how scary it was gonna be to kiss a girl.
Alan:And he bought it?
Eric: Oh, he totally freaked out. I was just playin' with his head. I mean, you know.
Alan: Oh, man. You are in such trouble.
Eric: But you said before that I wasn't gonna--
Alan: I was just playing with your head.

Cory: Hey, look. Uh, they've got "cap-noo-see-no".
Topanga: I'd love a double decaf latte with skim milk.
Cory: Clearly you have knowledge of other worlds.

Cory: Oh, I love poetry now. In fact, I'm thinkin' of becoming a poet.
There once was a boy named Cory-
Eric: who now has an interesting story.
Cory: He learned about kissing -
Eric: and all he was missing
Shawn: when he and Topanga made out!
Cory: Shawn, can you say "summer school"?