Cory: This corporate world is my very essence. Okay, and as I climb the ladder to success, I want you there right with me.
Shawn: Next to you?
Cory: Behind me. That's how ladders work.

Eric: As I turned the corner and walked down that road, it occurred to me. Either I was going the wrong way or that semi-truck was. But that's life. And it's all we have. Thank you.

Topanga: Why didn't they give you a fax, Cory?
Cory: Well, at my level they don't fax you, you just know.

Eric: Mom, I'm going to give you the same pearls of wisdom you gave me. "There's a whole big world out there. You go be part of it, young man."

Eric: "An Evening in Cape Cod", now this is more like it. "As Alan touched me, my lips began to quiver". Don't you do anything but quiver? ... Oh my God, you do.

Eric: You can't do that, Amy.
Amy: Why are you calling me Amy?
Eric: Because that's your human name.

Mr. Feeny: Amy, it's some of the most provocative fiction I have ever read.
Amy: It's all true, George.
Mr. Feeny: Oh dear. ... Well, nevertheless you have a lot of talent. ... I mean as a story teller.

Cory: They're not paying us to have fun.
Shawn: Cory, they're not paying us at all. Which is exactly why the CEO of this company is going to get a photocopy of my butt.

Jack: By the way, that last paper you wrote, I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Eric: That's because it was smut! "My lips quivered." - it was filth. It was screamy filth.

Eric: Your paper was so good and I'm so proud of you that I sent a copy to grandma.
Amy: Mother?!
Mr. Feeny: Oh dear.