Cory: Look, Mr. Turner, just give us till Wednesday. I swear we’ll have them in. Tuesday?
Mr. Turner: I’m grading them Sunday.
Shawn: So Tuesday?
Cory: Please, Mr. Turner, help me bring up my grades. I just got a sixteen.
Shawn: And I got a twelve. Between us that makes twenty-four.
Turner: Okay, I’ll throw you one. Have your papers in my hand, at my place, Sunday, five ‘o’clock, not a minute later.
Shawn: All right, Mr. Turner, I should tell you … my dog ate it.
Cory: (whispering to Shawn) Not yet!
Mr. Feeny: I'd give up on them, but I don't think they'd notice.
Mr. Feeny: Go home and open a book
Mr. Turner: I stand in front of the class and talk, you learn. It’s called education.
Shawn: So that’s why this building exists! Some of us and students, and ... some of us are teachers, and if the students listen to the teachers, then … Oh, I almost got it!
Cory: Then they get good grades.
Shawn: Yeah, but why?!
Mr. Turner: Why do you think, Shawn?
Shawn: Because … if you get good grades … it means you’ve actually learned something. Am I close?
Shawn: My book is due back and I have to rewind it.
Shawn: You're a genius!
Cory: What, you think that 16 was an accident?
In Cory's room, Shawn and Cory throw a ball out the window while on Cory's bed. When the shot returns to them, the ball is on Eric' bed. But in the next shot, the ball is gone.