Topanga: We have a guest list of 270.
Cory: And a hall that seats 80.
Topanga: But we're not panicking because we know a lot of people won't show.
Cory: And many of the old people have shrunk.

Topanga: I'm beginning to think this wedding is just a prelude to sex for you.
Cory: That's brilliant, Sherlock.

Cory: You know he's going to drop the rings down the minister's pants?
Shawn: And dive right in after them.
Cory: With both hands. Causing the minister to freak.
Shawn: And cough.
Cory: And cough. And then knock over the candles and set the entire church on fire.
Shawn: Then here comes the fire department with their hoses and their axes, chopping up everything in sight. Then Topanga's gonna blame-
Cory: Me. And I don't get nothing on the honeyMOON.

Alan: He chose Shawn as his best man.
Amy: You scum.

Topanga: I don't know. I just lashed out. It was as if I was possessed by the ghost of your Nana Booboo.
Cory: Nana Booboo! I miss you. Is Nana Booboo dead?
Topanga: No.

Alan: George and his jazz group have agreed to be the band at your reception. For free.
Mr. Feeny: Consider it my present to the bride and groom.
Cory: A blender would have been just lovely.

Alan: You chose Shawn over your own flesh and blood? You're dead to me.

Cory: I miss Grandpa Poppy.
Topanga: We all do, honey.
Cory: No one should die in prison!

Cory: That's sick? I'm sick? You know what's sick, everyone? We have been in a relationship for seventeen years. And do you know what I've gotten in all that time? Let me touch something!

Cory: Anyway I have my best man and I am very happy.
Topanga: And I am not.
Cory: Yes, but I am and I am Don Fransisco.