Eric: You're not happy. You're just a sweet, dumb farm kid who picked up with the first pretty girl who flashes him a smile.
Jack: I'm from New York City!
Eric: That town ain't so tough!

Eric: She doesn't belong to you, Jack. She belongs to El Diablo.

Mr. Feeny: I hate to see people fight on the only holiday that's supposed to bring loved ones together.
Eric: Merry Halloween, Mr. Feeny.