Mr. Feeny: The Hunter boy giving you a hard time? I suggest you send a note home to yourself.

Eric: What do I get out of this?
Mr. Feeny: The joy of watching someone learn.
Eric: But no money?
Mr. Feeny: Eh, you get used to it.

Eric: It looks like I'm gonna end up at my first choice. That's North-South-Western San Diego State.
Mr. Feeny: Ah, yes. Old NSWSD ... U.

Cory: Feeny.
Mr. Feeny: I'm here, Mr. Matthews.
Cory: Closer.
Mr. Feeny: I'm close enough.

Mr. Feeny: Interesting. In my class, Mr. Hunter handles the yipping.

Prudence: Who is that guy?
Topanga: That's Mr. Feeny.
Cory: He knows everything.
Prudence: No, he doesn't.
Mr. Feeny: Beg your pardon.

Cory: Thirty-five hours a week in here with you. Major homework every night. It never stops, Mr. Feeny. And you want to know what I get for all that? Five measly bucks a week. You probably make that in an hour.
Mr. Feeny: Yes, I do. That's why I can afford that Ferrari in my driveway.
Cory: You don't drive a Ferrari.
Mr. Feeny: Oh, right. It's a Gremlin.

Cory: Well, see Shawn and I think so much alike that we decided to write one paper.
Mr. Feeny: Really? Then you won't mind sharing a grade?
Cory: No.
Shawn: All right, so what do we get?
Mr. Feeny: Well, this was a well thought out paper, it deserves a B.
Shawn: Very fair.
Mr. Feeny: Divided by two. Makes a D for you and a D for you.

Eric: Mr. Feeny, you dating a teenage girl?
Mr. Feeny: Not since the Eisenhower administration.

Mr. Feeny: Good morning, Mr. Matthews. I trust you did the homework.
Cory: I did, sir, but my -
Mr. Feeny: Little sister ate it. You are so predictable.