Alan: George, it's two o'clock in the morning, is everything okay?
Mr. Feeny: No, Alan, everything's not okay. I know what happened this afternoon between you and Cory.
Alan: Yeah?
Mr. Feeny: You, Cory, nothing. Nobody came over. Something like this happens, somebody should come over. I mean he knocked you on your keister, man. You're obviously upset, so can we talk about it so I can get some sleep?

Mr. Feeny: Mr. Matthews, I understand I'm in your imagination, but this ascot, I think we can do better.

Eric: Everybody's doing their part in this war. I want to help. I'm going to go back to that recruitment office and tell them that a little case of flat feet isn't going to stop Eric Matthews from fighting those evil Canadians.

Cory: How do you spell Shawn?
Topanga: You don't know how to spell your best friend's name?
Cory: We're phone people. Is it S-h-a-w-n or S-h-a-u-n?

Eric: And I went and I bought Cory a hot dog. Man he was so happy, he smiled and then I smiled because I felt good. You know, I did the right thing. I was a good older brother. He started giggling and reached his little hand out for that hot dog. And took a foul ball right smack dab in the head, knocked him unconscious. Cory doesn't giggle any more.

Topanga: You know, you're a very sexy boy, Cory.
Cory: Really? I'm a sexy boy. Thanks. I can't wait to tell Shawn.

Alan: Anything happens to Topanga, I'll kill you.
Cory: You like her better than me.
*Alan nods*

Mr. Feeny: Eric could get passing grades in his sleep. And he did, which is a shame because I'd be hard pressed to come up with a handful of students who are brighter, wittier or smarter than Eric.

Mr. Feeny: The Champions of what, Mr. Matthews? Of a generation whose verbal and mathematical skills have sunk so low, when you have the highest level of technology at your fingertips. Guttenberg's generation thirsted for a new book every six months. Your generation gets a new webpage every six seconds. And how do you use this technology? To beat King Cooper and save the Princess. Shame on you. You deserve what you get.
* The bell rings *
Sit down. Stay where you are. For the first time, I choose to walk out on you.

Cory: Finally someone understands my particular genuis.