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?

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

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.

Mr. Feeny: Oh, Cory, Topanga. From the bottom of my heart, I'd do anything for you two. If it's anything short of actually moving in, anything - anything at all.
Cory: How about some of your millions, fella?

Mr. Feeny: Although you can't see it now, your reward is yet to come.
Cory: What are you, a fortune cookie?!

Cory: Hello, I'm home from the Honeymoon and I want some salami.

Cory: I mean a man moves in to his new house, he expects to find a nice deli spread.

Cory: Where's a magazine? I gotta do my "bidness".

Cory: I get it. They think we don't live here any more. That's why there's no salami!

Cory: Now I'm the provider? What happened to equality? What happened to partnership?
Topanga: Get me a place to live!
Cory: Yes, mommy.