Cory: "Are you aware that I'm only eleven years old?"
Eric: "Yeah, like I don't have anything else on my mind but girls. Look, I got a lot of other things on my mind besides girls. A lot of other things. There's like-- girl! Girl! Right there! Right there!"
Cory: "To die; to sleep no more. And by a sleep, to say we end the heartache- could I please stop whining and shove a sword through someone's guts?"
Mr. Feeny: "Yes, but not until you get to the Queen's chamber!"
Cory: "You see, that's your problem right there. You want murder? You want suspense? You don't go to your mother's bedroom."
Cory:"This is a minidress and pantyhose!"
Mr. Feeny:"No, actually, this is a doublet and tights. That is how male actors dressed in the sixteen hundreds."
Cory:"Well, maybe if Hamlet wore pants, he could've made a decision or two!"
Topanga: "Is that sexist comment?"
Cory:"That's what I was shooting for, yeah."
Shawn:"Ah, don't listen to her, Cor. Her dad sews."
Cory: "Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"
Eric: "Missed the puppy-looking thing in the corner."
Cory: "Die!"
Eric: "There's one we won't have to neuter."
Minkus:"Now I'm just a brainless, pathetic moron without a clue!"
Shawn:"...trust me, it's not so bad."
Cory: "Remember Fluffy our cat? He DIED during an operation!"
Shawn: "Cory, Fluffy fell out of a tree. They were trying to sew his head back on. Big odds going in."
Cory: "Like say I'm walking down the street and some guy comes up to me and asks me the atomic weight of geranium. Thanks to you, I'll be able to say 'That's a plant, you idiot!'"
Cory: "I mean, I'm young and I'm fast. I can dodge hormones all day."
Shawn: "Tell me, Cor, how do you ask a girl out?"
Cory: "Simple. You open the door and say 'Get out, you're bothering me.'"
Topanga: "You don't need money. You just need to use your right brain."
Cory: "Wow, all this time I've been using the wrong one?"
Cory: "Shawn, should this stuff be burning?!"
Shawn: "Why, is it burning?"
Cory: "No, I'm just trying to make conversation 'cause we never get to talk."
Eric: "Picture this. Your name is Brianna Henshaw. You're the most attractive girl in the tenth grade at John Adams High. Now, one day, you see me inadvetradly stumble and french kiss your best friend. Now you won't go out with me. WHY WON'T YOU GO OUT WITH ME?"
Shawn: "...maybe I'm a little bit country, you're a little bit rock and roll?"
Eric: "Poetry! Hey, girls love poetry! Uh...'there once was a guy in a locker....'"
Cory: "...who just got a date, what a shocker!'"