Cory Matthews: Forty years from now, I can say with total confidence, a man will walk on the moon, pizza will have cheese baked right into the crust and men and women will be equal partners in the workplace and in their relationships.
Jonathan Turner: [laughs] What an imagination. Tell us more about that pizza.
Cory Matthews: Shawnzie?
Shawn Hunter: [uncomfortable] Yessy?
Cory Matthews: You're always there for me aren't ya?
Shawn Hunter: [Puts up his thumb] Hey.
George Feeny: Shawnzie Hunterelli, I warned you that your next shenanigan would be your last.
Cory Matthews: Uh, it wasn't him. It was me.
George Feeny: Ah, a new student trying to make a name for himself eh? And that name is?
Shawnzie Hunterelli: He doesn't know you. Be smart. Make one up.
Cory Matthews: My name is, uh, Brad Pitt, sir.
George Feeny: Well, Mr. Pittsir. If you want to keep your nose clean around here, I suggest you that steer clear of bad apples like this Johnny Rottenseed.
Anson Williams: You know, when I was down in the dumps, my parents used to say... Come to think of it I didn't have parents. Not even a house. I hung out at other people's houses. Not bad, really.
Cory Matthews: Wait a minute. It's 1957! There is no micro wave!
Wise Man: Oopsie.
Cory Matthews: What kind of wise man says "oopsie"?
Wise Man: What do you want me to say? "Wax on, wax off"?
Jonathan Turner: The atomic bomb falls. We see a brilliant flash. Now, what do we do?
Students: We duck and cover.
Jonathan Turner: Correct. Here we go. Flash!
[Everyone but Cory ducks underneath your desk]
Jonathan Turner: You're dead, Brad.
Cory Matthews: Mr Turner, you're telling me that if the atomic bomb falls I'll be safe if I go like this?
[Covers his head with his arms]
Jonathan Turner: No, no, no.
[Shows what he's saying]
Jonathan Turner: You gotta drop to the ground, duck under desk, curl up, cover neck.
Cory Matthews: And kiss your butt goodbye.
[the students laugh and Mr. Turner stands up angrily]
Jonathan Turner: Alright. Who said that? Who said... utt-bay?
Shawnzie Hunterelli: I did, Mr. Turner. I said "butt"!
Shawnzie Hunterelli: If I was the type of guy that said thank you, I would.
Cory Matthews: You're welcome.
Shawnzie Hunterelli: But I'm not that type of guy.
Natasha: Do you have the papers?
Cory Matthews: Papers?
Boris: On the American Space Program!
Cory Matthews: What? You mean my term paper? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why you guys talking like Boris and Natasha?
Natasha: Ah, good. He knows our secret code names.
Natasha: You need to be strong for when they savagely torture you.
Boris: And, if they don't, of course our people will.
Cory Matthews: I'm not seeing any upside here.
Eli Williams: Matthews, just the man we want to see.
Cory Matthews: Don't you guys get enough of me at school?
Jonathan Turner: Yeah, more than. How would you like to help a couple teachers hand out some fliers?
Cory Matthews: I wouldn't.
Eli Williams: Alright. Thanks a lot.
[They both hand him their stacks of fliers and walk off]
Cory Matthews: This year's spring dance is a fifties sock hop. Like anyone would want to go to this. Topanga, you want to go to this?
Topanga Lawrence: No.
Cory Matthews: Of course not. It's me, right? Just because we're not going out anymore, you don't want to go out anymore. What's that about?
Topanga Lawrence: Cory, it's about a decision we made to just be friends and I don't think we should complicate that.
Cory Matthews: Topanga, it's a dance. In socks. What's complicated about that?
Topanga Lawrence: Cory, you're the one who broke up with me. Don't you understand that?
Cory Matthews: Of course I do! I know exactly where we stand. And if you're not careful I'll break up with you again.
Jonathan Turner: Alright guys, I heard a bell. That means get in the class now!
[No one moves]
Jonathan Turner: Come on. It's my first day. You're gonna make me look bad.
George Feeny: Young lady, your hair is far too high. A clear violation of school policy, and a hazard to all low-flying aircraft.
T.L.: If I see an aeroplane, I'll duck. Alright?
Cory Matthews: Dad!
Anson Williams: No. Anson Williams.
Cory Matthews: Wait a minute. You're...
Anson Williams: [angry] No! Anson Williams. Like I said I was. Anson Williams? Not who you think I was. Let's just drop it, alright?
Morgan: Oh, daddy dearest.
Mr. B: Yes, snowflake?
Morgan: There's something you gotta see!
[She shows Mr. B a newspaper. On the front page is a picture of Cory and headline that says, "Curly-headed Spy On The Lam". Everyone stares at Cory]
Cory Matthews: It's not true!
Mr. B: Of course it's not!
[He picks up the phone]
Mr. B: FBI? J. Edgar Hoover please. J. Edgar! Tom. Yeah, I'm here with Anson Williams and the russian spy. Uh, ixnay on the otsie pay.
Morgan: You're going to jail, spy!
Mr. B: Now, now Morgan. He may be a russian spy but until they come and haul him off, he's still our guest.