Mr. Feeny: Ha, looks like your parrot has learned a few new words.

Cory: Hey, where's Mr. Feeny? I mean George.
Mr. Feeny: Hey, dude. Sorry I'm late. I was chilling with my homies.

Cory: I have a question.
Eric: Who cares?
Cory: This isn't like home, Eric. When I raise my hand, you have to answer.
Eric: I do?
Mr. Feeny: I do, too.

Cory: Look, Mr. Feeny. I know you think Minkus is like the next Alvin Einstein, but if he's so smart why doesn't he know second string is for losers?
Mr. Feeny: Alvin Einstein? ... This is my life.

Mr. Feeny: Oh, have some dignity, man!

Cory: Families are yesterday's news.
Mr. Feeny: Very well, this year I shall let you form into urban gangs.
Cory: Cool.
Mr. Feeny: Each gang will have a mother, a father and two children.

Eric: Name your price.
Mr. Feeny: Manual labor. Spreading manure in my garden for the next four Sundays.
Eric: Two Sundays.
Mr. Feeny: Five.
Eric: Done.

Mr. Feeny: Check. Microphone 1. Test. Test.
Mr. Turner: George, keep talking, we need more.
Mr. Feeny: Stay in school. Get a good education. Don't slouch.
Mr. Turner: George. George, you are killing the mood.
Mr. Feeny: Good.

Mr. Feeny: He is extremely cautious. He always wears his helmet when he's on his motorcycle.
Ms Tompkins: Oh, is that his Harley out in the parking lot?
Mr. Feeny: No, it's mine.

Mr. Feeny: Mr. Matthews, the rights of the constitution were intended for those with a sense of responsibility.
Shawn: Well if it doesn't apply to us, then why do we have to learn it?