Cory: So please RSVP to our website.
Topanga: Cory and Topanga.
Cory: One word.
Topanga: dot com.
Cory: See, Cory and Topanga, one word, is sort of like a symbol of our unity.
Topanga: No, it's a computer thing.

Cory: Oh, Shawn, look! Our old clubhouse sign.
Shawn: Yeah, "No Girls Allowed." That lasted long.
Cory: Hey, I was in love.
Topanga: And I threatened to sue.

Topanga: Well, that's it. If you guys can't put on these dresses and get caught up in the magic of my Southern belle wedding, then who needs y'all?

Cory: You know you got a big house, Feeny, and no children.
Mr. Feeny: Mrs. Matthews-
Topanga: What do you do in that house, Feeny, you eat?

Jedediah: Well, it's really no big deal, but Bruce.
Mr. Turner: Bruce Springsteen?
Topanga: Uh huh. I took the call. He said "Hey little girl is your daddy home?"

Mr. Feeny: Ms. Lawrence, would you please trade places with Mr. Matthews?
Topanga: Okay. I am a hyperactive, underachieving eleven-year-old boy.
Mr. Feeny: I meant physically.
Topanga: Oh, well that takes less of a psychic toll.

Topanga: If we're going to eliminate the cap rule, can we also discard the dress code in its entirety?
Cory: Why? You're not thinking about showing up, like, naked tomorrow are you?
Topanga: No, although I find nothing shameful about nudity. I was thinking about wearing garments from cultures more in tune with a goddess, Asarte perhaps.
Cory: Yeah, fine as long as you're covered up.

Topanga: You know what I want? I want my good name back.
Cory: Well, some people might argue that Topanga isn't the best name to begin with.

Topanga: Gotta go.
Cory: Where are you going?
Topanga: This outfit with this hair? Hello. Buh-bye. I am so at the mall.

Cory: Have you looked at her?
Topanga: Okay, so she's pretty, she's tall, she drives a new red convertible. Oh heck, I'd go out with her.