Cory: We got a big problem with Shawn. This one goes way beyond pooh-berty.
Mr. Turner: You mean puberty?
Cory: Yeah, pooh-berty.

Cory: My name is Brad Pitt, sir.
Mr. Feeny: Well, Mr. Pittsir. If you want to keep your nose clean around here, I suggest you steer clear of bad apples like this Johnny Rottenseed.

Mr. Feeny: I believe the term was dinosaur, wasn't it? I'm an old dinosaur.
Cory: Which is a good thing. I mean people love dinosaurs. I mean you've got your Barneys, your Jurassic Parks. And who can forget about Dino Flintstone?

Cory: Detention?
Mr. Feeny: Let's not call it detention. I prefer Hooked on Feeny.

Cory: Maybe I'm dreaming. Pinch me! ... Not on the butt.
Shawn: Sorry, it was just right there.

Cory: Reg. Reginald Fairfield. What are you doing here?

Cory: Wow, no one in my entire life's ever said I look like my parents.

Cory: Say what you want about Feeny-
Shawn: I think he's one of the biggest-
Cory: Not now.

Eric: Hi, Eric Matthews, amateur sleeper ready to turn pro.

Eric: What is there to enjoy? We've got three fat tenors going at it in Italian. "I'm fatter than you are. I'm fatter than you are."