Cory: Maybe I'll call myself Sick Boy.

Shawn: Maybe Feeny doesn't know that. Maybe we should leave him, like, a unanimous note on his desk.

Cory: Shawn, back me up. I wanted to use the lid. I was lid boy.

Shawn: I've already used all my bogus medical excuses. Feeny says if my grandmother dies one more time, he wants to see the body.

Mr. Feeny: Don't blow it for me, you little weasel.

Cory: Don't tell me, you've died and come back as a bat with a perm?