Cory Matthews: What are you looking at me for?
Topanga Lawrence: Cory Matthews, what is your problem?
Cory Matthews: You.
Topanga Lawrence: What did I do?
Cory Matthews: Topanga, you only went out with my best friend!
Topanga Lawrence: Well, you didn't ask me. And besides, you came to the make out movies with my best friend too.
Cory Matthews: Yeah, but only to... make you think... I mean, I was just...
[gives up and walks towards the door]
Topanga Lawrence: Cory, would you just talk to me?
Cory Matthews: [turns around again] I can't! Don't you think I want to? I mean, in my head, this is so easy! I said it all summer long, a million times.
Topanga Lawrence: Say what?
Cory Matthews: I can't say it now! Here. With all these...
[looks around, realizing]
Cory Matthews: ... empty chairs around.
Topanga Lawrence: Cory, it's just you and me. We've known each other our whole lives. We've always been able to talk.
Cory Matthews: That's what's making this so hard now.
Topanga Lawrence: It doesn't have to be.
Cory Matthews: Look, Topanga... If I had to dream up the perfect woman... she wouldn't even come close to you.
[slight pause, where Topanga smiles, knowing where this is going]
Cory Matthews: Would you be my girlfriend?
[she leans in and they kiss]
Cory Matthews: Yes or no?
[she smiles and kisses him again]