Topanga: We need to stand on our own two feet and figure out our situation.
Cory: All right, I've already figured it out. We're upper-middle class, homeless college students. There's a very small pity factor here. I wouldn't feel sorry for us if it wasn't us.

Topanga: Cory, we have to live somewhere!
Cory: Ooh, I want a roof over my head. Ooh, I want a roof over my head. Baby!

Cory: Just out of curiosity, Kelly, the bed where your baby doesn't sleep all night, that's not located directly behind these paper thin walls is it?
Topanga: Cory!
Cory: Because the only crying I want to hear is my own.

Mr. Feeny: Mrs. Matthews-
Topanga: Hold him down, I'll get his wallet!
Cory: No, that would be wrong.

Cory: Mom, mom. It's me, Cory. You used to wipe my tushie! Oh, you loved that. Remember? Ma?

Topanga: Our water's brown!
Mr. Feeny: Mrs. Matthews-
Cory: And you have to chew it.

Eric: Rachel, we appear to have a gaping hole in our social calendar.
Jack: I mean if you're not doing anything later, we could-
Rachel: You know, I wasn't but now I think I'm just gonna go home and laugh and laugh and laugh. Laugh three times! Three! Get it?

Eric: So you want to go to volunteer to be experimented on?
Jack: Sure.

Eric: Look, one, two, three. I love to count them!