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I LOVE THIS SHOW
Cory: We're gonna have a child? Wait, we've only kissed. I mean, I knew I was a good kisser, but *wow*.
Amy Matthews: Thirty minutes.
Cory: Half an hour!
Amy Matthews: Deal.
Eric: It was one of those nights. You know the kind. Like day, but darker.
Amy Matthews: C'mon, Morgan. Let's go in the other room and watch TV.
Morgan Matthews: But TV's not funny. Cory's life is funny.
Eric: I don't skate. At all.
Jason: Canadians skate. How hard could it be?
Eric: I have a question that I'm going to need a yes or no answer to. How many people get into Yale each year?
Mr. Feeny: No.
Shawn Hunter: Cory and Topanga aren't together anymore.
Mr. Feeny: Yes, I know, I too read Teen Beat, Mr. Hunter.
Cory: A girl wrote seven numbers on my hand. What could this possibly mean?
Shawn: It means, call her.
Cory: Shawn, how could I call her when I don't even have her- Aahh.
Cory: Are any of us safe?!
Shawn: Virgins! Virgins are always safe!
Cory: Thanks for saving me, Topanga.
Eric (sounding rather proud of himself): I'm dead.
Jack: I'm dead.
Shawn: I'll get as sick as you can get without actually dying...
Eric: But Feeny died!
Eric, Cory and Shawn all look at each other for a moment...
All three (sing-songy): Go, Feeny! Go, Feeny! Go Feeny!
Eric: When did this school get a library?
Jack: You learn something new everyday
Eric: Fine, I'll do it. I'm the oldest.
Jack: Actually, I'm the oldest.
Eric: Yeah, but I've lived the longest.
Jack: (pause) Ok, fine