Mr. Feeny: Believe in yourselves. Dream. Try. Do good.

Topanga: Don't you mean "do well"?
Mr. Feeny: No, I mean do good.

Mr. Feeny: I love you all. Class dismissed.

Mr. Feeny: You just yelled at me. But I'm Mr. Feeny.

Mr. Feeny: Beaver's dad wasn't real. Real fathers have to adapt. Real fathers don't have a script like Beaver's father did.
Cory: I guess it's easy to sound smart when you've got the best writers in Hollywood writing everything you say.
Mr. Feeny: I wouldn't know.

Alan: You are the worst babysitter that ever lived.
Mr. Feeny: And your children are the spawn of Satan.

Mr. Feeny: Eighteen dollars for socks? Come on, man!
Store owner: They are thermal, they are double layered and they are fully moisture proof.
Mr. Feeny: They are eighteen dollars and they are socks. I'm a teacher, not a heart surgeon.

Bernice Matthews: Who is this guy?
Cory: My teacher.
Bernice Matthews: Does he give you straight As?
Cory: No.
Bernice Matthews: And why not?
Mr. Feeny: Have you talked to the boy?

Mr. Feeny: Well, sometimes a man doesn't know himself until he's walked a mile in another man's humongous pants.

Cory: I'm writing about Shawn.
Mr. Feeny: Of course. Of the truly great lives lived, I suppose Shawn Hunter would be the obvious choice. Falling somewhere between Gandhi and Soupy Sales.