Eric: Mr. Feeny! Mr. Feeny! Mr. F-
Mr. Feeny: I was expecting you. Today, tomorrow, yesterday. It was only a matter of time.

Jack: Who are you talking to?
Eric: Mr. Feeny. The British guy on our couch, right there.
Mr. Feeny: I'm from Boston, you boob.

Mr. Feeny: "To our admired and respected teacher. From his dutiful and attentive class".
Minkus: I wrote that.
Mr. Feeny: I never would have guessed.

Eric: Of course cool clothes are a must.
Mr. Feeny: For that young detention getter on the go.

Mr. Feeny: Gentlemen, do you ever go home and open a book?
Shawn: What?
Mr. Feeny: I want you to go home this afternoon and open a book. I don't care what you had otherwise planned. I order, nay I command you, go home and open a book!

Mr. Feeny: I'm the principal, Mr. Hunter. I wield great and mysterious powers.

Mr. Feeny: I love the Feeny call.

Mr. Feeny: How blissful it must be for you to have lived so little and yet already reached your conclusions about the greatest wonder of the universe.

Cory: I think you'll like my paper. What a major freakoid that Ed Poe must have been.
Mr. Feeny: You have no idea how major a freakoid.

Cory: Topanga is totally strange.
Mr. Feeny: Strange is in the eye of the beholder, Mr. Matthews. I, for example, have a young neighbor who sings along with his little sister's Barney records.