Jack: Don’t tell me how I’m feeling, ok? I’m his son, too.
Shawn: Are you? When you were a little kid, did you sit next to him while he watched T.V all night long, hoping that he’d say something to you? Did you ever once clean up after him when he came home drunk? And when he didn’t come home at all, did you lay in bed thinking it was something you did that drove him away? And when he was gone, did you walk around and make believe that everything was ok when inside it was tearing you apart? Did you?
Jack: No…No, I didn’t get to do any of those things. See, I knew I had a father and he was gone for me my whole life.
Kenny: Hey Topanga…Can I borrow your big pencil?
Shawn: They’re not divorced, Kenny, it’s just a trial separation, don’t think I don’t know what “borrow a pencil,” means, ok? Nobody…NOBODY’s borrowed more pencils than Shawn Hunter!
Topanga: Give me your hand.
Cory: Why?
Topanga: I want to see if our energies converge.
Shawn: o0o0o0oh.
Topanga: He’s vibrationally acceptable.
Cory: Thanks.