Cory: You know you got a big house, Feeny, and no children.
Mr. Feeny: Mrs. Matthews-
Topanga: What do you do in that house, Feeny, you eat?

Mr. Feeny: As the Black Plague worked its way through Europe, the streets were littered with maggot-infested, rotting corpses of the dying and the dead.
Cory: He's talking about us.

Cory: Mom's revved up. Go get the luggage.