Mr. Feeny: Ms. Lawrence, would you please trade places with Mr. Matthews?
Topanga: Okay. I am a hyperactive, underachieving eleven-year-old boy.
Mr. Feeny: I meant physically.
Topanga: Oh, well that takes less of a psychic toll.

Eric: Hey, what's up with weasel? She locked herself in the bathroom and she's singing "On the first day of Christmas, I murdered Santa Claus".

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.

Shawn: Listen, Topanga, I think I can hear them calling you back into your own dimension.
Cory: Oh, yeah, they're saying "Topanga, get your aura back here."
Shawn: "And bring Minkus."

Mr. Feeny: Do you know what I like most about Christmas?
Cory: I go away for a week?
Mr. Feeny: Yeah, that's pretty special. But it's the time of year when you can think back and appreciate the real gifts you've received.

Minkus: The gift isn't as important as the thought behind it.
Cory: What's the thought behind wool, "this kid doesn't scratch enough"?

Cory: Gee, Minkus, I wonder whose name is first on the list. Does it rhyme with Stinkus?

Amy: Before you go, I want you to take these Christmas cookies.
Morgan: I helped make them.
Eric: Yeah, careful when you bite into them. One of Barbie's plastic shoes is missing.