Cory: I sort of thought you guys would keep my room the way it is.
Eric: Actually, Cor, for that I think you have to be unexpectedly killed by a truck or something.

Eric: You see duckies are good because not only do they give you that non-threatening sense of security, but you can feed them crackers and you can ride them. See, duckies are the horses of the ocean.

Shawn: You're not my father, Cory.
Cory: If I were your father, I'd spank you, Shawn. Because that's what you deserve. A big spanking! Now take down your pants.

Mr. Feeny: I told Shawn I support his decision.
Cory: You what?
Mr. Feeny: I gave him my blessing.
Cory: What are you, the Pope?

Cory: But you love teaching. Without teaching you're not Mr. Feeny. You're just Crazy George who lives next door.

Cory: I'm in! Those idiots let me in.

Eric: Was that duckies? No. Garbage!

Cory: And it's your job as Shawn's older brother to what?
Jack: Fix this.
Cory: Why?
Jack: Because he knows all your tricks and he's sick and tired of listening to you.

Alan: It's for the baby. But don't worry, we won't re"duck"orate until you move out.

Eric: Duckies rule! You see, I had duckies when I was growing up and I turned out fine.