Mr. Feeny: How do you intend to drive to Hawaii?
Eric: I'm gonna drive until they start speaking Chinese, then hang a U-ey.
Eric: (On his graduation) I really don't think I could have done this without everyone in this room believing in me. That's why this diploma, which signifies my intelligence, belongs as much to you as it does to...I.
Mr. Feeny: Me.
Eric: I included you.
Mr. Feeny: Oh dear.
Eric: You think I'm not freaked out about leaving? Going to college, being on my own, doing my own laundry? I'm having nightmares! Whites, easy. Darks, easy. What about my white shirt with black stripes; what then?!