Judge Lamb: Um, tell you what I'm gonna do, son. Gonna drop all the charges right now if you'll take this quarter and go to that phone there and call your dad and tell him you were wrong.
Cory Matthews: No.
Topanga Lawrence: Cory.
Cory Matthews: I'm sorry. I don't believe I'm wrong.
Alan Matthews: Well, I don't believe I'm wrong either, Cory.
Cory Matthews: You didn't have to come here, Dad.
Alan Matthews: George Feeny told me you called. You should have called me.
Cory Matthews: Why? So you could come to the rescue again? Prove once again what a little helpless kid I am?
Alan Matthews: Cory, you are my son. You'll always be my son, whether you're six or you're 60, and your problem is my problem. Now, I'm always gonna be there for you. Now, that is never gonna change.
Cory Matthews: I just want you to treat me as someone who can handle his own problems, Dad. I want you to treat me like an adult.
Judge Lamb: All right, I've heard enough. This court is ready to pronounce sentence. Cory Matthews and Cory Matthews' father, approach the bench. I hereby sentence you to, uh, two years.
Cory Matthews: What?
Judge Lamb: Today is your sixteenth birthday, son. That means you have two years more of being a kid. Now I know that seems like hard labor when you have a license in your hand, but from what I can surmise of your home life, you're luckier, Cory, than most who appear before me. And you, dad, I sentence you to take those two years and cherish them, because they go by too fast.
Alan Matthews: Yes, they do, don't they?
Judge Lamb: Mmm. It's a speed trap.
