Eric: I guess it's time for Feeny's favorite student to make a speech. For forty years I have watched you educate young men and women, boy have I. I'm sorry. I can't do this. This is a mistake and I do not support it. Why couldn't you have just gone to Yale?

Eric: You're still moving away? Ah, for the love of Mike, stop with the mind games, man.
Mr. Feeny: You know this is the reason I can't sell my house.

Alan: It's quarter after three. Only creeps and wierdos are up now.
*Eric enters*

Alan: Hey, we still have Eric.
Amy: Oh God!

Topanga: I want to wear a white, lacey wedding dress.
Cory: Of course white. The way we're going bright white. Snow white. Whiter than the light of a thousand burning suns.

Amy: You were thinking about your brother, weren't you?
Eric: Yeah, I've got a six-foot tall wonder woman sleeping in the room next to me; I was thinking about my brother, though.

Eric: Who's the present for?
Jack: No one.
Eric: You bought the present for Rachel, didn't you?
Jack: No I didn't.
Eric: Oh, it's a book!

Amy: The man has given the last forty years of his life teaching others.
Eric: Don't care. Kill his flowers. Kill 'em.

Cory: Topanga, listen, you can do this. I did it. I was a real man about it. Now don't leave me up here in my wedding dress.

Topanga: How long are you going to be mad at me?
Cory: Ten minutes.