Cory: Alright Joey, you want me, you got me.
Joey: Good. Tonight, midnight, the abandoned warehouse on 7th. Cory: No, 4 o'clock, Feeny's backyard.
Joey: No, 8 o'clock, the abandoned shipyard by the pier. Cory: No, dinner time, my kitchen.
Joey: Is it abandoned?
Mr. Feeny: Mr. Hunter, the girl in the white turtleneck, is that Ingrid Iverson? Shawn: That's her. Mr. Feeny: What on Earth has she done to herself? Shawn: Oh, she didn't do it, we did. Cory and me. Mr. Feeny: "Cory and I," Mr. Hunter. Shawn: Oh yeah, sure, now everybody wants to take credit.
Mr. Feeny: You know, you seem amused by this display of defiance, Mr. Turner.
Mr. Turner: Oh, I am, I gotta say. 'Cause if I had done to me what I did to them, then I'd have done the same thing to me that they did. Mr. Feeny: Go to the board and diagram that sentence.
Mr. Feeny: I realise that all you 7th-graders are delicate, adolescent flowers, just beginning your high school blooming. And so I say this with utmost sensitivity: take this test, or die!
[Cory and Shawn are listening to the radio for the results of a horse race.]
Radio Announcer: And now the results of the fifth race at Pimlico. Cory: Come on Neckflap, baby!
Radio Announcer: And the winner is Ne... [Cory accidentally unplugs the radio before he hears the result.] Cory: Nuh!? What kind of name is Nuh!? Shawn: You idiot, you ripped the plug out of the wall! Cory: Well he said "Nuh." It's gotta be Neckflap. What other horse starts with "Nuh"? Shawn: [reading the names of the horses from the newspaper.] Okay, we got uh, Neckflap, Nux Vomica, uh, Nunzio's Dream, and remarkably a horse called Nuh.
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