Mr. Feeny: You know, you seem amused by this display of defiance, Mr. Turner.
Mr. Turner: Oh, I am, I gotta say. 'Cause if I had done to me what I did to them, then I'd have done the same thing to me that they did.
Mr. Feeny: Go to the board and diagram that sentence.
Topanga: Look, none of us is the killer. There has to be somebody else in here and there has to be another way out. Somebody has to find a way out.
Eric: Fine, I'll do it. I'm the oldest.
Jack: Actually, I'm the oldest.
Eric: Yeah, but I've lived the longest.
Mr. Feeny: I'm frustrated to see two young men throw away a friendship.
Shawn: Yeah, well the way I see it Mr. Feeny, you don't need friends. OK, especially friends like him.
Mr. Feeny: Then who do you count on, Mr. Hunter?
Shawn: Family. Your family is always there for you. Come on, Mr. Feeny, a guy like you with no friends, you gotta know I'm right.
Connie: I'm going to get right to the point here. Has being a hero changed Cory?
Eric: Well you know, Connie, I've also got some birthday wishes. Gorgeous Edna Stein is 100 years young today. Happy birthday, Edna.
Alan: Eric, go to your room.
Eric: Uh, Dad, this is live TV.
Alan: I don't care.
Mr. Turner: Hey George, what's up?
Mr. Feeny: Well, I just wanted to be sure you knew that the Hunter boy missed his history test this morning.
Mr. Turner: He what?
Cory: Oh, that's my fault, my fault. I was supposed to tell you that Shawn had a severe case of, uh, help me out here.
Mr. Feeny: Sloth?
Cory: Yes, Hong Kong sloth.
Mr. Turner: Man, I'm sorry, Eli. I still think you would've made a great teacher though, man.
Mr. Williams: Why? I mean, I have nothing to say to kids. I don't even understand kids.
Mr. Turner: But you know how to communicate, man, and you know how to do it honestly.
Mr. Williams: And that's what got me fired from producing the 6 o'clock news. I'm trying to show people what's really going on with slumlords in Philadelphia, and the station manager is saying "Well, let's see more of that woman that walks to work naked."