Mrs. Nelson: I don't like the cold.
Cory: Me neither. In fact I'm cold right now.
Topanga: Cory, it's 92 degrees.
Cory: I'm very cold. Why don't we go in the bedroom and go under the covers like we did before.
Topanga: Cory, we're married now. We can do it every night for the rest of your life.
Mr. Nelson: Get it in writing kid.