Eric: How do I look, babe?
Shawn: Yes on the dress and no on the face.
Eric: What too much make-up?
Shawn: Too much ugly.

Topanga: Feeny!
Mr. Feeny: Oh, no.
Topanga: Oh, don't you run away from me, you old goat.

Cory: Missy Robinson, you're trying to seduce me.

Cory: Oh, yeah. That's just what I want! To be Topanga's boyfriend. Then we can name our children Chewbacca and Plankton.

Eric: As I turned the corner and walked down that road, it occurred to me. Either I was going the wrong way or that semi-truck was. But that's life. And it's all we have. Thank you.

Alan: You are the worst babysitter that ever lived.
Mr. Feeny: And your children are the spawn of Satan.

Mr. Feeny: Beaver's dad wasn't real. Real fathers have to adapt. Real fathers don't have a script like Beaver's father did.
Cory: I guess it's easy to sound smart when you've got the best writers in Hollywood writing everything you say.
Mr. Feeny: I wouldn't know.

Topanga: Give me your hand.
Cory: Why?
Topanga: I want to see if our energies converge.

Eric: I don't know what's going to happen to me. But I know I'm gonna be a good person who cares about people. And I blame you for that.

Cory: No, I don't get hit by a bus.
Stuart: Why not?
Cory: Because I use the crosswalks, I memorize the bus schedules, and if I've got a wife like Topanga, I ain't leavin' the house.