Topanga: Cory, I know what I wanna do with my life...
Cory: Shh... Shawn's speaking in public. This will never happen again in our lives.
Topanga: Should I go to Yale?
George Feeny: If you're asking me if Yale is one of the finest academic institutions in the country, then I would have to say... Duh.
[Graduation week, Topanga walks up to Cory and Shawn in the hallway]
Topanga: I finished my valedictorian speech. You guys wanna hear it?
Stuart Minkus: Oh? What makes you so sure you're valedictorian, little missy?
Topanga: Cause I'm Topanga.
Stuart Minkus: Well, I'm Minkus, and last time I checked, I had 699 As, which by my count, is that same number as you.
Cory: You counted As? What kind of sick person would count As?
[Topanga looks at him]
Topanga: I'll tell you what to do, Stuart. You can go get Feeny's gradebook and count them AGAIN.
Stuart Minkus: You did something, didn't you?
Stuart Minkus: She did something, didn't she?
Cory: Take it easy, Minkus. You never had a chance.
Stuart Minkus: Oh, she's an evil little girl, Cory. She's an evil little girl.
Cory: Yeah, but every time I kiss her, it don't care.
Shawn Hunter: I attended John Adams High School sporadically during the last four years. I barely have a C average, that's why I'm here. Mr. Feeny asked us to write about what we were feeling this week and, of course, I was feeling like I always do, I couldn't wait to get out of here. But now, high school is over. And just when I'm finally free, I find myself sneaking back into this place and sitting in the hall, thinking about my friends and all the time we spent here. And you, Mr. Feeny. I started thinking about you. And how you've always told us what to do without ever telling us what to do. You taught us about life. I was thinking about how much this place has been my home. And how many times I screwed up when I was here. How I could've done better. I could've done better. That's, um... That's what I wrote. That's how I feel. I'm sorry. I could've done better. Congratulations to those who did.