Mr. Feeny: I'm going to try to put this as kindly as possible. The show has turned into a circus and you three are driving the tiny car.

Cory: Finally someone understands my particular genuis.

Mr. Feeny: The Champions of what, Mr. Matthews? Of a generation whose verbal and mathematical skills have sunk so low, when you have the highest level of technology at your fingertips. Guttenberg's generation thirsted for a new book every six months. Your generation gets a new webpage every six seconds. And how do you use this technology? To beat King Cooper and save the Princess. Shame on you. You deserve what you get.
* The bell rings *
Sit down. Stay where you are. For the first time, I choose to walk out on you.