Eric- Feeny...Fee ee *coughs* I can't do it anymore.
Feeny- Mr. Matthews?
Eric- Mr. Squirrels.
Cory- Eric?
Eric- Plays With.
Feeny- Okay, party's over, i'll see you at my funeral.

Eric: [singing, twirling Cory around] For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow, which nobody can deny.
Eric: [the candles are knocked over, which... more

Eric: So I said to myself, 'Kyle,'
Alan: Kyle?
Eric: That's what I call myself.

Jack: She got sick and said that chicken soup would help her feel better. I told her it probably would. Then I went bowling.
Eric: Guys, I've come to a conclusion: Men are idiots.
Cory, Alan, Shawn,... more

Eric: My name is Olga Svetlana. I am the shot put champion and I don't shave my armpits!

Eric: So I said to myself, 'Kyle,'...
Alan: Kyle?
Eric: That's what I call myself.

You see duckies are good because not only do they give you that non-threatening sense of security but you can feed them crackers and you can ride them. See, duckies are the horsies of the ocean. No,... more

Jack: Eric?
Eric: [dressed like Noah] No, not Eric, not anymore
Jack: OK that's fine... ok, what is your name *now*?
Eric: Plays With Squirrels

Feeny. Fee-he-he-heeny. Feeny...

[Amy Matthews]: Alan, remember how we were worried about Eric's F-U-T-U-R-E?
[Eric]: Oh mom, you don't have to worry about my furniture.