Amy: What are you doing?
Cory: I'm nuking my socks. It's this new idea I have because I like putting on warm clothes. I was going to start with my underwear but I was a little nervous.

Cory: Last night TK and I talked on for the phone for like two hours. It beats my previous time with a girl by like two hours.

Cory: That girl. She wrote seven numbers on my hand. What could that possibly mean?
Shawn: It means call her.
Cory: Shawn, how can I possibly call her when I don't even have her ... Ohh.

Amy: What are you doing?
Cory: I'm dipping.
Amy: No, you don't do that. That's a new jar.
Cory: Oh, well, the old jar had celery in it.

Shawn: Hey, for what it's worth, Cor, I think you're polite. Then again, polite in my family means wearing a tie for your arraignment.

Alan: That alone would have been excessive, but wait, there's more. Your very own life-sized candy clown.
Morgan: Woah, can I play with him?
Cory: Sure, then you can eat him.
Morgan: Why can't life always be like this?

Cory: See you in detention?
Mr. Feeny: Yes, it seems unavoidable.

Cory: Okay, I think this will work.
Shawn: Black shoes, white socks, bowtie. That should do it.

Shawn: We want to make sure he's totally unappealing to this girl.
Cory: That's good, play your strengths.