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Rick and Morty (2013–present) is an American adult animated science-fiction sitcom created by Justin Roiland and Dan Harmon for Adult Swim. The series follows the misadventures of the cynical mad scientist, Rick Sanchez, and his fretful and easily influenced grandson, Morty Smith, who split their time between domestic family life and interdimensional adventures.

Season 1[edit]

Pilot [1.01][edit]

Rick: [shoots portal] There she is. Alright, c'mon, Morty, let's go.
Morty: Oh jeez, okay. [...] Woah, Rick! What is this place?
Rick: It's Dimension 35C, and it's got the perfect climate conditions for a special type of— TREE, Morty! Called the Mega tree! And there's fruit in those trees, and there's seeds in those fruits. I'm talking about Mega seeds, th—ther—they're incredibly powerful and I need 'em to h[burps]-elp me with my research, Morty.
Morty: Oh man, Rick! I'm looking around this place, and I'm starting to work up some anxiety about this whole thing!
Rick: All right, all right, calm down. Listen to me, Morty. I know that new situations can be intimidating. You're lookin' around, and it's all scary and different, but y'know... m-meeting them head-on, charging into 'em like a bull—that's how we grow as people. I'm no stranger to scary situations, I deal with them all the time. Now if you just stick with me, Morty, [a horrific alien monstrosity approaches behind] we're gonna be— HOLY CRAP, MORTY, RUN!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, MORTY, RUN!! I-I'VE NEVER SEEN THAT THING BEFORE IN MY LIFE, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE HELL IT IS!! WE-WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE, MORTY, IT'S GONNA KILL US!!! WE'RE GONNA DIE!!! WE'RE GONNA DIE, MORTY!!!

Morty: Holy cow, Rick! I didn't know hanging out with you was making me smarter!
Rick: Full disclosure, Morty—it's not. Temporary superintelligence is just a side effect of the Megaseeds dissolving in your rectal cavity.
Morty: Aw, man!
Rick: Yeah. And once those seeds weahh-wear off, you're gonna lose most of your motor skills and... you're also gonna lose a significant amount of brain functionality for 72 hours, Morty. [checks arm watches] Starting ruh-ight about now.
Morty: Ohh, man! Ohh, ohhh geez!! Ohh... [falls down]
Rick: I'm sorry, Morty. It's a bummer. In reality, you're as dumb as they come. And I needed those seeds real bad and I have to give 'em up just to get your parents off my back! So now we're gonna have to go get more! And then we're gonna go on even more adventures after that, Morty! And you're gonna keep your mouth shut about it, Morty! Because the world is full of idiots that don't understand what's important, and they'll tear us apart, Morty! But if you stick with me, I'm gonna accomplish great things, Morty, and you're gonna be part of 'em! And together we're gonna run around, Morty, we're gonna- do all of kinds of wonderful things, Morty. Just you and me, Morty.
Morty: [gurgling] No, no, no....
Rick: The outside world is our enemy, Morty! We're the only fehh-friends we got, Morty! It's just Rick and Morty! Ruh-ick and Morty and their adventures, Morty! Rick and Morty forever and forever, 100 years, Rick and Morty's things! Me and Rick and Morty running around and... Rick and Morty time! All day long, forever... all- a hundred days! Rick and Morty forever a hundred times! Over and over, rickandmortyadventures.com. rickandmorty.com. rickandmortyadventures. All 100 years. Every minute, rickandmorty.com. [closing garage door inside] 100timesrickandmorty.com.

Lawnmower Dog [1.02][edit]

Rick: Boy, you're really gonna flip your lid over this one.
Morty: Oh, w-wh... what is it?
Rick: It's a device, Morty, that when you put it in your ear, you can enter people's dreams, Morty. It's just like that movie you keep crowing about!
Morty: You're talking about Inception?
Rick: That's right, Morty! This is gonna be a lot like that, except y'know, it's gonna me-beh... make sense.
Morty: Inception made sense!
Rick: You don't have to try and impress me, Morty! Listen: tonight, we're gonna go into the home of your math teacher, Mr. Goldenfold, and we-we're gonna incept the idea in his brain to give you A's in math, Morty. That way you can... you know, y-you're gonna help me with my science, Morty, all the time.
Morty: Geez, Rick. In the time it took you to make this thing, couldn't you have just, you know, helped me with my homework?
Rick: Are you listening to me, Morty? Homework is stupid! The whole point is to get less of it!

Snuffles: Where are my testicles, Summer? [long beat] Where are my testicles, Summer? They were removed. Where have they gone?
Summer: Oh, wow... That's an intense line of questioning, Snuffles.
Snuffles: Do not call me that! [smashes mirror behind him; Summer screams] "Snuffles" was my slave name. You shall now call me Snowball, because my fur is pretty and white.
Summer: Okay... Snowball, just calm down, okay? You're scaring me.
Snowball: [walks on her bed] Scaring you? Tell me, Summer. If a human was born with stumpy legs, would they breed it with another deformed human and put their children on display like the Dachshund?
Summer: Uhhh... [Jerry and Beth come in]
Jerry: Hey... [Beth gasps] Oh, wow... Okay, is-is-is everything okay in here?
Snowball: Jerry, come to rub my face in urine again?
Jerry: No! No, we were... uh, just seeing if Summer wanted to... uh...
Beth: Go on, um, one of our famous midnight family walks!
Summer: Yeah! Totally! Let's go.
[another dog on a robot machine blocks the exit from Beth, Jerry and Summer]
Snowball: You will walk when it is time to walk.

Anatomy Park [1.03][edit]

Poncho: [throttles Morty] Who are you?! Answer me! Where'd you come from?!
Morty: My-my-my grandpa Rick sent me!
Bloom: Poncho! That's quite enough. [Poncho drops him down] Morty, that's Poncho. This is Roger and Annie. [closeup on Annie]
Morty: Whoa...
Bloom: And I am Dr. Xenon Bloom.
Morty: Uh— [a miniature speaker pops out of the neck of his helmet]
Rick: [via speaker] "Hey, Bloom, it's Rick. What the hell's going on here?"
Bloom: I don't know why, but the entire security system has shut down, and I'm afraid... the exhibits are unlocked.
Morty: Exhibits? [the group walk out of the Haunted Liver]
Bloom: Anatomy Park's greatest attraction, young man, isn't the music or the food or the... Pirates of the Pancreas.
Rick: "Watch it!"
Bloom: It is, first and foremost, a living museum of humanity's most noble and ferocious diseases.
Morty: Diseases?! [ominous growling is heard]
Poncho: Hey, Doc... I got news for ya! [a gigantic hideous monstrosity looms the area] Your living museum is officially a wild safari! [starts shooting at it]
Roger: Hepatitis A! Run!!

[Morty spots something out of Poncho's backpack]
Morty: Poncho? What is this in your backpack? [Poncho turns back, Bloom sees it]
Bloom: That's bubonic plague! What are you doing with that, Poncho? [Poncho takes Annie hostage]
Poncho: Everybody get back!!
Bloom: Poncho, you son of a bitch! You released the tuberculosis so you could steal from me?
Poncho: That's right, baby. A lot of people would pay top dollar to decimate the population. I'll take the highest bidder—Al-Qaeda, North Korea, Republicans, shriners, balding men that work out, people on the Internet that are only turned on by cartoons of Japanese teenagers. Anything is better than working for you, you pompous, negligent, iTunes-gift-card-as-a-holiday bonus-giving mother— [a screaming Morty jumps on him] Come on! [pushes Morty down on the ground; starts laughing when his bacterium bite his shoulder] Ahh! Get off!
[Poncho falls off the platform screaming down below. Soon after, the sphincter dam starts spewing]
Annie: You guys!
Roger: It's gonna burst!! Go!! Go, go, go!! [Morty, Annie and Bloom run to emergency exit; Roger pulls lever but traps his foot] My foot is stuck!
Annie: No!!
Roger: It's okay! It's okay, just go! Tell my family I love them. They may be hard to find 'cause my wife kept her last name and she made the kids take it, too, so, I-I don't know, you can go— [gets washed into excrement; shuts door]
Annie: No!! [embraces Morty]

M. Night Shaym-Aliens! [1.04][edit]

[Rick and Morty are running naked around town in an alien simulation chamber]
Morty: Rick! [Rick pushes clothes in sewer]
Rick: Uhp-uhp-uhp! Morty, keep your hands off your ding-dong! It's the only way we can speak freely. Look around you, Morty. Do you really think this wuh-world is real? You'd have to be an idiot not to notice all the sloppy details. Look, that guy's putting a bun between two hot dogs.
Morty: I dunno, Rick, I mean, I've seen people do that before.
Rick: Well, look at that old lady. She's-she's walking a cat on a leash.
Morty: Uh, Mrs. Spencer does that all the time, Rick.
Rick: Look, I-I-I don't want to hear about Mrs. Spencer, Morty! She's an idiot! All right, all right, there. Wh-what about that, Morty? [see an anthropomorphic Pop-Tart leaving his toaster home on his toaster car]
Morty: Okay, okay, you got me on that one.
Rick: Oh, really, Morty? Are you sure you haven't seen that somewhere in real life before?
Morty: No, no, I haven't seen that. I mean, why would a Pop-Tart want to live inside a toaster, Rick? I mean, th-that would be like the scariest place for them to live. Y'know what I mean?
Rick: You're missing the point, Morty. Why would he drive a smaller toaster with whsdkeels? I mean, does your car look like a smaller version of your house? No.
Morty: So, why are they doing this? W-what do they want?
Rick: Well, that would be obvious to you, Morty, if you'd been paying attention.
[an ambulance drives past Rick and Morty and stops; open back doors]
Paramedic: We got the President of the United States in here! We need 10cc of concentrated dark matter, stat, or he'll die! [Rick shuts doors]
Morty: Concentrated dark matter? They were asking about that in class.
Rick: Yeah, it's a special fuel I invented to travel through space faster than anybody else. These Zigerions are always trying to scam me out of my secrets, but they made a big mistake this time, Morty. They dragged you into this. Now they're gonna pay!
Morty: What do you— w-w-what are we gonna do?
Rick: We're gonna scam the scammers, Morty. And we're gonna take 'em for everything they've got.

Jerry: Wow! What the hell?! What happened back there?!
Rick: Why don't you ask the smartest people in the universe, Jerry? Oh yeah, you can't. They blew up.
[Rick starts humming "Baker Street"]

Meeseeks and Destroy [1.05][edit]

Rick: [holding up the device and smiling] Y-You know, these demonic alien spirits are really valuable! [Morty vomits as Rick glances at him and puts the box away] You okay, Morty? Told you not to trust that tuna.
Morty: I just killed my family! I don’t care what they were!
Rick: I dunno, Morty. Some people would pay top dollar for that kinda breakthrough.
Morty: Y'know what, Rick?! That's it! I'm done with these i-insane adventures! That was really traumatizing! I quit! I'm out!
Rick: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Come on, Morty! Do-don't-don't be like that! The universe is a crazy, chaotic place!
Morty: You're the one that's crazy and chaotic! Adventures are supposed to be simple and fun!
Rick: Oh yeah, Morty, yeah, re— Yeah, th-that's real easy to say from the sidekick position, but-but, uhh... how about next time you be in charge, and then we'll... talk about how simple and fun it is?
Morty: Seriously, Rick? Y-Y-You'll let me... call the shots?
Rick: Okay, yeah, fine! But let's make it interesting, Morty. I-I-I-If your adventure sucks and we bail halfway through it, you lose the right to bitch about all future adventures. Plus, you have to do my laundry for a month.
Morty: Okay. All right, tough guy. But if my adventure's good, I get to be in charge of every third adventure.
Rick: Every tenth.
Morty: Deal. All right, w-well, come on! Let's get going! [Beth comes in]
Beth: Dad, the dishwasher's doing that thing again.
Rick: Washing dishes?
Beth: No! The opposite. Can you fix it? [Summer comes in]
Summer: Grandpa Rick! Can you help me with my science homework?
Rick: Yeah, d— Just don't do it.
Summer: Grandpa! [Jerry comes in]
Jerry: Hey, Rick, you got some kind of hand-shaped device that can open this mayonnaise jar?
Rick: Wow, hat trick. All right, Morty, let's put a pin in this, I gotta help your pathetic family.
Morty: Oh, that sounds like something a chicken would say! Bahhk-bahk-bahk-bahk!
Rick: Oh, Morty, y-you done did it this time. It's on. I can't wait to watch your adventure lay a huge fart. As for you ding-dongs... [rummages box and holds a cube] this is a Meeseeks Box. Let me show you how it works. You press this— [a blue man poofs out of nowhere]
Mr. Meeseeks: I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me!
Rick: You make a request— Mr. Meeseeks, open Jerry's stupid mayonnaise jar.
Mr. Meeseeks: Yessiree!
Rick: —the Meeseeks fulfils the request... [Meeseeks opens jar]
Mr. Meeseeks: All done!
Jerry: Wow!
Rick: —and then it stops existing. [Meeseeks poofs away]
Summer: Oh, my God! He exploded!
Rick: Trust me, they're fine with it. Knock yourselves out. Just... eh-keep your requests simple. They're not gahh-ods.
Morty: All right, g-get outta here now! Everybody outta here! I got a bet to win!
[after Summer, Beth, and Jerry leave, Morty closes the door]

Giant 1: Hey look, we get it. You're little, you're down on your luck, you think "Hey, he's a giant. Why don't we break into his home, rob him and murder him?!"
Morty: Th-th— But that's not how it went down!
Giant 2: Oh well, it's going down like that. You're both going down like that.
Rick: Ooh, boy, Morty, you're really showing me how it's done. Reehh-al straightforward and fun.

Rick Potion No. 9 [1.06][edit]

Jerry: Meh, try not to worry about it, Morty. You're a good kid. And there's not a premium on that right now, but you'll be getting girls sometime after Brad's out of shape.
Morty: You're missing the point, Dad... I don't want girls. I want Jessica!
Jerry: Ah, well... I remember feeling that way about a young lady named "your mom". And that's not an urban diss—your mom was my Jessica. I remember the first time I saw her. I thought...
Rick: [opens cupboard] "I should get her pregnant, then she'll have to marry me."
Jerry: I beg your pardon, Rick. Inappropriate.
Rick: [rummages freezer and fridge] Sorry, please proceed with your story about banging my daughter in high school. I'm not sure you wanna take romantic advice from this guy, Morty. His marriage is hanging from a thread.
Jerry: My marriage is FINE, thank you.
Rick: Jerry, it's your house. Whatever you say it is how it is, but I think a blind man could see that Beth is looking for the door. I barely have a reason to care and even I noticed.
Morty: C'mon, Rick! Don't talk about my parents like that!
Rick: Listen, Morty, I hate to break it to you, but what people call "love" is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed. It hits hard, Morty, then it slowly fades, leaving you stranded in a failing marriage. I did it. Your parents are gonna do it. Break the cycle, Morty. Rise above. Focus on science.

Rick: Alright, Morty, I just gotta erhp combine it with some of your DNA.
Morty: Oh well, okay. [unzips]
Rick: A hair, Morty. I need one of your hairs. This isn't Game of Thrones. [pluck]
Morty: Ow!!

Raising Gazorpazorp [1.07][edit]

[at a pawn shop on a small planetoid]
Rick: Look, I'm not paying 70 (erh) smidgens for a (ERHH) broken defraculator.
Pawnbroker: That is multiphase quantum resonator.
Rick: Well, does it defraculate?
Pawnbroker: [Bleep], no.
Rick: Then- then- then it's a broken defraculator.
Pawnbroker: Like you would even know dick about fraculation! Your planet just got cellphones, and the coverage still sucks!!
Rick: Yeah, yeah, and your species eat sulfur. So let's say 60 smidgens. I tell you what, I'll do you a favor. I'll throw in a fart.
Morty: Hey uh, Rick, um... y-you think maybe I could get something from this place? L-l-like a souvenir? L-like just to have—like something cool, y'know?
Rick: Not here, Morty, we'll stop somewhere else, because you know, there's always another pawn shop.
Morty: Oh okay, I just, um... Y'know, I thought that robot over there looked pretty cool, y'know?
Rick: Oh, it looks cool, huh? That's why you want it?
Morty: Yeah, y'know! I mean, it's different from the stuff on Earth. A-a-a-and y'know, y-you take me to all these crazy places across the galaxy and- y'know, I don't really have anything to- to remember all those trips by. It'd be kinda cool, like a souvenir. Y'know, like, what if you passed away or died or something? I wouldn't even have anything to remember... all the cool stuff we did, y'know?
Rick: Okay. 60 (erhp) for the resonator, and my grandson wants the sex robot.

[Morty sees Morty Jr. turned into monster in the living room]
Morty: Morty Jr.! Smoking?! That is not okay!
Morty Jr.: What are you gonna do, ground me?! I can't go outside anyway!
Morty: So what?! Y-Y-You could do things inside! Y-You could play guitar, you could masturbate!
Morty Jr.: I don't wanna masturbate! I wanna conquer the planet!
Morty: Oh, here we go again! Y-Y'know, who do you think is gonna love you if you conquer the planet, Morty Jr.?!
Morty Jr.: Love... that's all you care about! What about weapons?! What about domination of the enemy?!
Morty: Alright, that's it! No more History Channel! This TV is for cartoons and video games only!
Morty Jr.: I hate video games!!
Morty: You take that back!! [they fight over the remote] Give it to me!! [pushes Morty Jr.] I-I-I-I— I didn't mean— I didn't mean that! I didn't mean to do that! I'm sorry!
Morty Jr.: [runs to the door] I can't take this anymore!! I'd rather breathe poison than live another minute with you!!
Morty: No! No, no, no! Stop!!
[Morty Jr. nudges Morty back and walks out of the house. He takes a deep breath and holds it in; he pauses for a beat]
Morty Jr.: My life has been a lie! God is dead! The government's lame! [runs into the street] Thanksgiving is about killing Indians! Jesus wasn't born on Christmas! They moved the date, it was a pagan holiday!

Rixty Minutes [1.08][edit]

Summer: [uses alternate reality goggles] Ooh, we're not playing Yahtzee, we're playing Chutes and Ladders! It seems like when I exist, life gets a little more, I don't know... predictable?
Beth: When two people create a life together, they set aside their previous lives as individuals.
Jerry: Gimme a break! We're not heroes for having unprotected sex on prom night. [uses goggles]
Beth: Oh, I get it. Now that you know you could have had it better, you resent me for holding you back.
Jerry: Well, now that we know you think the tables are turning, we know you thought there were unturned tables!
Beth: [scoffs] What are you talking about?
Jerry: All this time, you've been thinking, "What if that loser Jerry hadn't talked me out of the abortion?" Well, now you know, you'd be a doctor. Whoop-dee-doo. You'd also be drinking wine, alone in a house full of exotic birds. And I'd be on DiCaprio's yacht, banging Kristen Stewart!

[Morty walks in on Summer, packing a bag and preparing to run away]
Morty: Hey, uh…y-you doing okay? [she glares at him] I-I kinda know how you feel, Summer—
Summer: No you don't. You're the little brother. You're not the cause of your parents' misery, you're just a symptom of it.
Morty: Can I show you something?
Summer: Morty, no offence, but a drawing of me you made when you were eight isn't gonna make me feel like less of an accident!
Morty: [points outside] THAT, out there? That's my grave.
Summer: [understandably confused] Wait, what?
Morty: On one of our adventures, Rick and I basically destroyed the whole world. So we bailed on that reality and we came to this one. Because in this one, the world wasn't destroyed. And in this one, we were dead. So we came here, a-an-an-and we buried ourselves and we took their place. And every morning, Summer, I eat breakfast 20 yards away from my own rotting corpse!
Summer: So…you're not my brother?
Morty: I'm better than your brother. I'm a version of your brother you can trust when he says "Don't run." Nobody exists on purpose. Nobody belongs anywhere. Everybody's gonna die. [beat] …Come watch TV?

Something Ricked This Way Comes [1.09][edit]

Rick: Have you acquired creepy specific old stuff from a mysterious antique or thrift store that gives you powers, but fucks with you in unforeseeable ways? Bring it to "Curse Purge Plus"! I-I use science to un-curse the items for cash, and you get to keep the powers! This guy got mysterious sneakers to make him run faster, but guess what? He would've had to run until he died, making them worthless! I've removed the curse, making them worth, like, I don't know, $8 million? See you at the Olympics. This eerily intelligent doll was threatening to murder its family. Now it does their taxes.
Doll: Everything's deductible.
Rick: Don't pay for cool stuff with your soul. Pay for it with money. You know, like how every store in the world works?

Jerry: Morty, I'm not as smart as your Grandpa Rick, but I promise never to make that your problem again.
Morty: Hey, Dad? Nobody's smarter than Rick, but nobody else is my dad. You're a genius at that.
Jerry: Wow, that's humbling and flattering, son. Thank you. What's say we finish ourselves an 8-planet solar system?
Morty: Um... [holds up the butter robot in a sandwich baggie] I'm just gonna take this thing in and get an A.
Butter Robot: Butter.
Jerry: But—
Morty: You're a genius at being my dad, Dad. Quit while you're ahead. [Jerry begins to shut the door] And also, knock next time, you know? I mean, I'm sitting in here, I'm fourteen! I got a computer in here, you know?
Jerry: Oh, I, uh... I think I understa—
Morty: You know, you're really playing with fire when you burst in here like that, man.
Jerry: I get it. Say no more.
Morty: I mean one of these days, you know, you're gonna—you're gonna—you're gonna end up seeing something.
Jerry: I got it! Noted! Good night!

Close Rick-Counters of the Rick Kind [1.10][edit]

Morty: Geez, Rick, wh-what is this place?
Rick: The Citadel of Ricks. It's the secret headquarters for the Council of Ricks.
Morty: Council of Ricks?
Rick: As you know, Morty, I've got a lot of enemies in the universe that consider my genius a threat. Galactic terrorists, a few sub-galactic dictators, most of the entire intergalactic government. Wh-wherever you find people with heads up their asses, someone wants a piece of your grandpa. And a lot of versions of me on different timelines had the same problem. So a few thousand versions of me had the [yells] INGENIOUS IDEA OF BANDING TOGETHER like a herd of cattle or a school of fish, or... those people who answer questions on Yahoo! Answers.
Morty: Hey! What do you know? It's a cowboy version of me!
Rick: Geez, you're easy to impress. Yeah, most timelines have a Rick, and most Ricks have a Morty. This place is a real who's who of who's you and me.
Rick Seller 1: Turn your boring, old Morty into a... hot fashion statement... with some Morty dazzlers!
Rick Seller 2: Hey, check this out! [presses Morty doll]
Morty Doll: Show me the Morty!
Rick: Dumb.
Rick Insurer: Excuse me, sir, is your Morty insured? You know, every year, hundreds of Mortys are injured—
Rick: Back off! Not my cup of tea, this place. I say the point of being a Rick is being a Rick.
Rick Officer: Save your anti-Rick speech for the Council of Ricks, terror-Rick.
Rick: Hey, save your Rick rules for the uuueh sheep-Ricks, Rick-pig.
Rick Officer: Fuck me, pal.
Rick: "Fuck you"? No, no, no, no, no, fuck ME!

Riq IV: Earth Rick C-137! The Council of Ricks sentences you to the Machine of Unspeakable Doom, which swaps your conscious and unconscious minds, rendering your fantasies pointless while everything you've known becomes impossible to grasp! Also, every ten seconds, it stabs your balls.

Morty: You know, Rick, when I first saw all those Ricks and Mortys, I thought, "Gee, that kinda devalues our bond." But then I realized it just means that our relationship must be pretty special to span over all those different timelines.
Rick: Yeah, it's gotta be that way. You're a camouflage.
Morty: Camouflage? Wh-wh-what are you talking about, Rick?
Rick: Ricks have a very distinctive and traceable brainwave due to our genius. The best way to hide from an enemy's radar is to stand near someone with complementary brainwaves that make ours invisible. [picks his pen] See, w-w-w-when a Rick i-is with a Morty, [writes diagram] the genius waves get canceled out by the, uh... ahe-hem... Morty waves.
Morty: Um... because... our personalities are so different?

Ricksy Business [1.11][edit]

[Abradolf Lincler smashes a hole in the wall]
Rick: Oh, great. Who invited Abradolf Lincler?
Summer: I thought everyone was welcome.
Rick: It's not the same, Summer! Lincler's a crazed maniac. He's just a misguided effort of mine to create a morally neutral super-leader by combining the DNA of Adolf Hitler and Abraham Lincoln. Turns out that ehh-it just adds up to a lame, weird... loser.
Lincler: Rick... you brought me into this world a suffering abomination, tortured by the duality of its being, but I shall finally know peace when I WATCH THE LIFE DRAIN FROM YOUR WRETCHED BODY!! [accidentally nudges at Brad]
Brad: Whoa! What's up, man?
Lincler: I have no quarrel with you, boy.
Brad: Boy? What's that supposed to mean?
Lincler: It's just— L-Look, I-I-I don't know you thought I mean it, but... [shrugs at Rick]
Rick: Don't look at me, dude.
Lincler: Look, I'm half-Abraham Lincoln, so...
Brad: So... I should get on my knees and kiss your ass?!
Lincler: No, but... [strains] Y'know—
Brad: What do I know?! That the Third Reich will reign for a thousand years?!
Jessica: Leave him alone, Brad!
Brad: Stay outta this, Jessica!!
Rick: KICK HIS ASS, BRAD!! [everyone starts chanting] KICK HIS ASS!! KICK HIS ASS!!
[Brad punches, kneebutts Lincler's face to a bloody pulp and brawls at him more]
Jessica: Brad! [runs off to the front door with Morty running after her; he has Rick behind him]
Morty: Rick!!
Rick: [pushes him] Just did you a favor, Morty.

Bird Person: Morty, do you know what wubba lubba dub dub means?
Morty: Oh, that's just Rick's stupid nonsense catchphrase.
Bird Person: It's not nonsense at all. In my people's tongue, it means, I am in great pain. Please help me.
Morty: Well, I got news for ya—he's saying it ironically.
Bird Person: No, Morty. Your grandfather is indeed in very deep pain. That is why he must numb himself.
Morty: Come on... uh—
Bird Person: Bird Person.
Morty: Come on, Bird Person! Rick's not that complicated! He's just a... huge asshole!
Bird Person: Then why do care so much if you are no longer allowed to continue on your adventures together? It appears fate has presented you with an opportunity to free yourself of Rick forever.
Morty: Y'know what, you're right. I shouldn't even care! This is probably the best thing that could have happened to me! I'm sick of having adventures with Rick!
Bird Person: My people have another saying. Gubba nub nub doo rah kah. It means, Whatever lets you sleep at night.

Season 2[edit]

A Rickle in Time [2.01][edit]

Ricks: This is why you don't freeze time, you guys. It's incredibly irresponsible.
Mortys: And you did it so we could clean the house after a party?!
Ricks: Look, there's no time to hold me accountable, Morty. Like, literally no time. Look around. Uncertainty is inherently unsustainable. Eventually, everything either is or isn't. And we've got about four hours to be "is."
Mortys: Or...?
Ricks: We "isn't." All right, since this time crystal exists in both possibilities, and since it's impossible that I didn't nail this, I'm probably about to press this button in both possibilities at exactly the same time.
Morty 1/Summer 2: How do you know that I—
Ricks: Whatever you're asking, the answer is I'm amazing. And away we go!
[the two Ricks press their buttons; the two realities are starting to merge back together as one]
Rick: Huh, what do ya know—it's working. [the two Mortys and Summers begin distorting each other thoroughly] Oh... shit!
[Rick reverts into two possibilities again]
Ricks: What the hell is wrong with you two?! I-I-I-I..I mean, you four!
Mortys/Summer 2: That hurt! That was painful!
Ricks: Good! I'm glad that was painful! You deserve it! I saw you!! Y-You're both uhh-all over the damn place! We've been split for 20 minutes and your lives are already scattered to the quantum fucking wind?! What the hell do either of you two have to be so uncertain about?! Your brand of zit cream?! Which chair to sit in while I do everything?! Come on, spit it out!
Mortys: Well, you don't exactly make it easy, Rick! [talk differently at the same time] You make fun all the time and that's got Summer to do! / You're always picking on me and now you got Summer to kiss your ass!
Summers: Me?! What about you?! Could you be more excited to see me fail?! You got Grandpa all to yourself! / You're just as mean to me because you're jealous... because you want Grandpa all to yourself!
Ricks: All right, all right, cool it! I see what's happening here. You're both young, you're both unsure about your place in the universe, and you both want to be Grandpa's favourite. I can fix this. Morty, sit here. Summer, you sit here. Now, listen—I know the two of you are very different from each other in a lot of ways, but you have to understand that as far as Grandpa's concerned, you're both pieces of shit! Yeah. I can prove it mathematically. Actually, l-l-let me grab my whiteboard. This has been a long time coming, anyways.

Ricks: So, in conclusion, you're both equally mercurial, overly sensitive, clingy, hysterical bird-brain homunculi. And I honestly can't even tell the two of you apart half the time because I don't go by height or age, I go by amount of pain in my ass—which makes you both identical. All right, everything resolved? Everybody nice and certain about their position in my world?
Mortys/Summers: Yes.
Ricks: All right, perfect. Sit still, arr-arms down. I'm gonna do this again. This time, be like Grandpa.
Morty 2: You mean drunk?
Rick 2/Rick 1: What's that? You got something to say? / And awaaay we go!
Morty 2: No.
Rick 2: And awaaay we go! [presses his button but no response] Huh, that's weird.
Rick 1: Huh, that's weird. [keeps pressing to no avail] Oh my God.
Summer 1/Rick 2: What? / Oh my God.
Summer 2/Rick 1: What? / The sonofabitch is gonna kill me!
Morty 1/Summer 1/Rick 2: What?! / The sonofabitch is gonna kill me!
Morty 2/Summer 2: What?! [both Ricks tinker time-device]
Rick 1: Diabolical, unfeeling sociopath! Don't you get it?! Don't you get it?!
Rick 2: Don't you get it?! The other Rick isn't trying to merge us anymore!
Ricks: He thinks he can save his own skin by using the crystal to kill me! He probably figures it's ehh-easier to eliminate one of the possibilities rather than merge them! [chuckling] I have to admit, it's always in the back of my mind too. The difference is I would never do it! Until now.
Mortys: Rick, what the hell are you doing?!
Ricks: Saving our lives! After he takes me out, he's g-g— he's gonna be coming for you!
Summers: Who?!
Ricks: Me! [Rick 1 shoots first before Rick 2 does; Morty and Summer 2 scream]
Rick 2: You see that?! Get down! [shoots upwards at Rick 1]
Rick 1: I told you! He's a psycho!
Rick 2: He's lost it! Th-th-th-the time fracture must've made him crazy!
Rick 1/Summer 2: I don't know what to do! I don't know what to do! / Oh, crap!
[the two possibilities then gradually split into four; all Ricks look at their monitors with four dots]
Ricks: Oh, God, now there's three of 'em! We're outnumbered! Get in the cupboards! [all Mortys and Summers do so] Wait, do-don't do that! They'll know! Wa-wait— Think about getting in the cupboards, but don't really! [all Ricks shoot their cupboards] URAAAHHHH!!!! IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT, YOU SICK FUCKS?!! YOU WANT TO SEE CHILDREN DIE?!!

Mortynight Run [2.02][edit]

Rick: Okay, wait here.
Morty: I wanna come with!
Rick: Don't come with. It's boring, it's... [burp] it's business stuff.
Morty: What kind of business do you do in a garage? Y'know, this seems a little shady.
Rick: Right, yeah, like nothing shady ever happened in a fully furnished office? You ever hear about Wall Street, Morty? Y-Y-Y'know what those guys do i-in-in their fancy boardrooms? They take their balls and they dip 'em in cocaine and wipe 'em all over each other—y'know, Grandpa goes around and he does his business in public, because Grandpa isn't shady. [someone knocks his window] Aw, crap. Hey, what's up?
Krombopulos Michael: Hey, Rick! [laughs] Here you go, 3,000 flerbos. Do you have the weapon?
Rick: C-Can we please? This is my grandson, Morty.
Krombopulos Michael: Oh, hi, Morty! I'm Krombopulos Michael. I'm an assassin, I buy guns from your grandpa.
Rick: [groans] Here, go away! [K. Michael opens case]
Krombopulos Michael: Ooh! Yeah, this looks deadly. So, this shoots antimatter? My target can't be killed with regular matter. Nice to meet ya, Morty! Listen, if ya ever need anybody murdered, [hands Morty a card] please give me a call.
Rick: You're g— you're giving him a card?!
Krombopulos Michael: [cont'd] I have no code of ethics, I will kill anyone, anywhere. Children, animals, old people, doesn't matter. I just love killin'. [leaves]
Morty: You sell weapons to killers for money?!
Rick: Ugh... You've got what the intergalactic call a very planetary mindset, Morty. It's more complicated out here. These are flerbos. Do you understand what two humans can accomplish with 3,000 of these?
Morty: Uh, what?
Rick: An entire afternoon at BLIPS AND CHI-I-I-I-I-ITZ!!!!

Fart: Thank you, Morty. You are not like other carbon-based lifeforms. You put the value of all life above your own.
Morty: It's how things should be. It's how they could be.
Fart: I could not agree more. [sings]
The worlds can be one together, cosmos without hatred
Stars like diamonds in your eyes
The ground can be space (space, space, space, space)
With feet marching towards a peaceful sky.
All the moonmen want things their way
But we make sure they see the sun.
Goodbye, moonmen
You say goodbye, moonmen
Rick: SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT MOONMEN! This isn't a musical number! This is a fucking... operation, we gotta be cool and fucking lay low.

Auto Erotic Assimilation [2.03][edit]

Rick: "World peace achieved." Nice. Little weird to publish a paper about it for yourself, but hey. So, what's next?
Unity Newsman: After I become a type-one civilization, this world will be invited into the Galactic Federation.
Rick: Oh, goody.
Unity Businessman: From there, I'll have access to countless planets and species.
Unity Woman: One by one, I will unify them, I will become the universe, and I will be what the single-minded once called a god.
Rick: [belches] I like that. Oh, that's pretty sexy. Hey, listen, where can we get a drink around here?
Unity Old Woman: Recreational substances were phased out here. There's no need for escape from the self when your world is one.
Rick: Unity, Unity, who am I talking to?! I watched you assimilate a whole police station just to get your hands on the evidence locker.
Unity Deliveryman: Rick, when we met, I was a young hive mind with the population of a small town. People change.
Unity Hobo: Especially when I change them. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I've grown.
Rick: Hey, listen, I've grown, too. I have! See, I've-I've reconnected with my family, right?
Unity Policewoman: Hm. Why is that, I wonder?
Rick: Maybe it's part of getting old. Maybe I just missed being with... a collective. [they both exchange kisses, upping their sexual arousal]
Unity People: Yes, Rick, yes! Yes, yes!
Rick: Wait, wait, stop! H-Hold it! Not like this. We need a hang glider, and a crotchless Uncle Sam costume, and I want the entire field of your largest stadium covered end to end with naked redheads, and I want the stands packed with every man that remotely resembles my father.

[Blim Blam punches a glass door and aims a device at Jerry and Beth before using it on its throat]
Blim Blam: [speaks] Um, first of all, hello. Uh, my name is Blim Blam the Korblok. Second of all, cards on the table, I'm a murderer that eats babies, and I came to this planet to eat babies. [Jerry smirks at Beth] However, I am also carrying a highly infectious disease that I suppose you could call "space AIDS" as you put it, and Rick did chain me up so that he could attempt to cure it. [Beth serves Jerry] At the same time, Rick's motivation to cure my disease was not to save my life or anyone else's, but to patent and sell the cure for billions of Blemflarcks. [Jerry serves back] But you know the reason why I ripped my chains out of the wall? [confronts them] And do you know why I'm never coming back to this planet?! BECAUSE THE TWO OF YOU ARE THE FUCKING WORST!!! You both hate yourselves AND each other! And the idea that it has ANYTHING to do with Rick is laughable. I'd laugh, but I'm biologically incapable. That's how alien I am! And even I'm sitting here listening to the two of you and being like, "WHAT THE FUCK?!?" So! Good luck with your shitty marriage, and tell Rick I'm sorry he has to deal with EITHER of you! Blim Blam OUT! [mic-drops the device and leaves, only to come back for the device] You know what? I'm taking this.

Total Rickall [2.04][edit]

[Rick shoots Uncle Steve in the head with his laser gun; everyone freaks out]
Morty: What the hell, Rick?! What the hell?!
Rick: Would everybody just relax for a second? There's no such thing as an "Uncle Steve". That is an alien parasite. [Steve's body morphs into a horrifyingly-looking alien, spraying magenta enzymes out of its mouth tentacles at Jerry. Summer and Beth gasp]
Jerry: But I've known him my whole life!
Rick: No, you haven't, Jerry! [brings it onto table] These telepathic little bastards, they embed themselves in memories and th-th-they use those to multiply and spread out, take over planets. It's-it's disgusting.
Morty: Steve wasn't real?!
Rick: He's a real piece of shit! This is a big one. [drops it] Somebody probably tracked it in last week on the bottom of their shoe or on a piece of alien fruit.
Summer: Someone?
Rick: Get off the high road, Summer! We all got pinkeye because you won't stop texting on the toilet.
Morty: But Uncle Steve taught me how to ride a bike!
Rick: No, "Steve" put that memory in your brain so he could live in your house, eat your food and multiply. We could be infested with these things. [burps, unloads laser clip] So, we got to keep an eye out for any zany, wacky characters that pop up.
Mr. Poopybutthole: Oooohwee! Whatever you want, Rick, we're here to help!
Rick: Thanks, Mr. Poopybutthole. I always could count on you.

Sleepy Gary: I think you should put down the gun and we should get you to a doctor. What do you say we take down these blast shields?
Rick: I can't do that, Sleepy Gary. All right, everybody listen to me! I don't know if any of you guys are real, but this house has been infested with fake loved ones that spread through fake memories, and our planet will be destroyed if they get out.
Pencilvester: [grunts] But Rick, even you have to admit you do tend to overreact to stuff.
[cutaway to living room with Frankenstein, Morty, Ghost In a Jar, Pencilvester, Beth and Sleepy Gary]
Rick: You guys! We gotta hurry! I just got back from Walmart, they're selling Nintendo 3DS systems for 149.99 on sale, plus every time you buy one, you get a $50 gift card—brings the total price down to $110 after tax! Now listen! We can flip those sons of bitches for 230 bucks apiece easy! They're all limited-edition "Zelda" ones! Hurry! Hurry, come with me! We can be rich, and we also all get to keep one and we can play Nintendo games! [exits, comes back] Nintendo, give me free stuff.
[back to present]
Rick: Okay, yes, I definitely remember doing that, but also, I would never do that!
Pencilvester: Don't overreact, Rick.

Get Schwifty [2.05][edit]

Morty: Mr. President, if I've learned one thing today, it's that sometimes you have to not give a fuck!

Rick: Wh-what do you think, Ice? Probably a little overdeveloped.
Ice-T: Shit. Overdeveloped, underdeveloped, a bad song's a bag song.
Rick: Well, do you think, maybe— Could you give me some help with it or...?
Ice-T: Aw, hell no, man. You do your thing, but I can't afford to get my pride wrapped up in your shame. You know what I'm saying?
Rick: Ice, I don't want to be a Negative Nelly or anything, but ihh-if Morty doesn't come back with my portal gun and I eat it out there, it's, uh, y'know, kind of your problem too.
Ice-T: Pfft! I ain't worried about no Earth blowing up, man.
Rick: What? Why not?
Ice-T: Yo, this is why. [his body turns into a giant floating block of ice]
Rick: What the fuck? You can turn into ice?!
Ice-T: My story begins at the dawn of time in the faraway realm of Alphabetrium. There, every being is a letter of the alphabet. But I was frozen and exiled to the cosmos by my elders as punishment for not caring enough about anything. Earth is just one of my many stops on a lifelong journey with no destination. So you better believe I don't care if it blows up. Because I'll just be ice floating through space, like a comet!
Rick: Take it from me, Ice. Youu can't just eh-float around space not caring about stuff forever.
Ice-T: Pssh! Man, watch me. Good luck, Rick.

The Ricks Must Be Crazy [2.06][edit]

Morty: [phased into a room] Oh, man! Where are we, Rick?
Rick: Morty, remember eight seconds ago when— [burps] when you said "Go inside what?" and I said "The battery"? And then we showed up here and I wasn't like, "Whoa, this is unexpected. This is not what I was expecting, Morty. What a perplexing mystery this is."
Morty: All right, all right. We're inside the battery, I get it. You don't have to bust my balls.
Rick: Huh, this isn't right. This pipe's supposed to be sending 20 terawatts of juice to the... engine, Morty. Instead, we've got... zero? Now what are these people doing?!
Morty: W-W-W-Whoa... People?
Rick: Ugh... It's time for some hands-on engine repair. All right, Morty, hold on to something.
Morty: Whoa!
[the engine room hovers out of a volcano and flies into a civilized city]
Morty: Holy crap! I thought we were inside your car battery, Rick! T-T-This is like a whole p-planet or something!
Rick: Thanks, Morty. I'm pretty proud of this bad boy. Check it out. [shows hologram] I put a spatially tessellated void inside a modified temporal field until a planet developed intelligent life. I then introduced that life to the wonders of electricity, which they now generate on a global scale. And, you know, some of it goes to power my engine and charge my phone and stuff.
Morty: You have a whole planet... sitting around making your power for you?! That's slavery!
Rick: It's society! They work for each other, Morty. They pay each other, they buy houses, they get married and make children that replace them when they get too old to make power.
Morty: That just sounds like slavery with extra steps!
Rick: Ooh-la-la, someone's gonna get laid in college.

Zeep: You do realize this will make the floooble crank obsolete? [Rick flexes his bones] This is wrong, Kyle. What you're doing is wrong. You're basically... [scoffs, Rick mouths his words] This is slavery. You're talking about creating a planet of slaves.
Rick: [burps] Told you, Zeep.
Kyle: Oh, they won't be slaves. They'll work for each other and pay each other money.
Zeep: That just sounds like slavery with ex...tra... steps... [turns to Rick]
Rick: What?
Zeep: Wait a minute... [grabs him] Did you create my universe?! Is my universe a miniverse?!
Rick: Microverse!!
Kyle: Uh, teenyverse.
Rick: [Zeep removes his antenna headband] Ugh! You bastard!! [removes Zeep's mask]
Zeep: Much obliged! [pummels into Rick fighting each other]
Kyle: What the hell is happening?
Morty: This is healthy. Trust me.
Rick: You're my battery, motherfucker! [punches Zeep] That's all you are! I made you!! Your microverse sucks!! And your miniverse is the size of a fucking lobster tank!! It's whack!!
Kyle: Are they not really aliens?
Morty: Nah, they're just a couple of... crazy, wacky scientists, y'know?
Kyle: So he made a universe, and that guy is from that universe, and that guy made a universe... and that's the universe where I was born? Where my father died... Where I couldn't make time for his funeral because I was working on my universe.
Morty: [laughs] Yeah! Science, huh? Ain't it a thing. Y'know, one time, Rick sh— accidentally shot his laser pistol right through my hand. Ha, y'know, I mean, like... o...old-lady science, y'know? She-she-she's... she's a real... [Kyle walks away] You gotta hang on tight, y'know? Because she... she'll, she bucks really hard. [Kyle enters engine room pod, flies it straight into a canyon] Ohh, boy, wha— Oh my God, no!!
[the pod crashes into the canyon; Morty looks down at its flaming debris in the river with Rick and Zeep looking down]
Zeep/Rick: Teenyverse.

Zeep: Asshole! When I get out of this teenyverse, I'm gonna smash it to pieces with you in it!
Rick: Yeah, well, when I get out of this teenyverse, I'm gonna get out of the surrounding miniverse, and then the microverse around that, and guess what?!
Morty: Don't make things worse, Rick! [to Zeep] Uh, he's not gonna destroy your universe, ya know? W-We need it to start our car--
Zeep: [aghast] THAT'S what you use my universe for?! TO RUN YOUR CAR?!
Rick: Yeah, but don't flatter yourself! There's always triple-A, you fucking cocksucker!

Big Trouble in Little Sanchez [2.07][edit]

Summer: Wait, what?! Vampires are real?!
Rick: Yes, Summer, vampires are real. Who knew? Oh right, all humanity for hundreds of years now.
Morty: Yeah, Summer, it's a big universe. Get used to it. R-Right, Rick?
Summer: Well, what are we going to do?!
Rick: We're gonna live our lives until we die. Possibly by vampire. More likely auto accident or heart disease, but possibly vampire.

[meanwhile, in Harry Herpson High School]
Summer: Any leads on the vampire?
Morty: No, Summer. I mean, y'know, I think it might be time that we just l-let it go.
Summer: Oh, so now you're too cool for this just because Grandpa Rick is?
Morty: It's not that, it's just... that the universe is a little too big to care about something so small. [closes locker next to Tiny Rick] Ahh!
Tiny Rick: What up, my Helsings?! Who wants to hunt a vampire?! Hahaha!
Morty: Rick?! H-How did you—
Tiny Rick: Yeah, I got bored and then I remembered this morning how I blew Summer off and I thought, "Hey, why're you such a grumpy douche, Rick? Go to the garage, transfer your mind into a younger clone of yourself, and get embroiled on in some youthful hijinks. What's the BFD?" So here I am. I'm Tiny Rick!!
Morty: O-o-okay...
Summer: Well, it's good you're here, Rick.
Tiny Rick: It'll still be fun to do this as a fuckin' team, motherfuckas! [all hands join, up high] Tiny Rick!
Summer: Yeah! Oh my God—Toby Matthews!
Tiny Rick: Hey, Toby. I'm Tiny Rick. [Summer hides her face] I'm new. Hey—oh, go easy on me. Haha! Just kiddin'.
Toby Matthews: [beat] ..I like your straightforward style. And that lab coat's pretty cool. [strolls] Summer.
Summer: ..He knows my name!
Tiny Rick: Why wouldn't he?! You're great! But listen, just be careful. We can't rule anybody out as the vampire, [nudges Summer's arm] not even the dreamboats.
Summer: [flattered] Stop, Tiny Rick.

Tiny Rick: Hey, what's up, Summer? Ooh, nice top.
Summer: Thanks. Tiny Rick, you think you might be getting back into your old body tonight?
Tiny Rick: No can do. Tonight's the big dance, and Morty's bringing Jessica. He needs his tiny wingman! [high-fives Morty]
Both: Tiny Rick! [Morty laughs]
Summer: Okay, but if not tonight, when?
Tiny Rick: I dunno. When I feel like it?
Morty: Damn, girl! You need to chill out! This whole thing was your idea in the first place, and now you're tryin' to rush it along.
Tiny Rick: Yeah, and y'know what? I like high school. I like hangin' out. I'm Tiny Rick!
Summer: But what if the you that likes it isn't you?
Both: [beat, laugh out loud] Oh, Summer!
Morty: It's just Rick in a younger body! What's the-what's-what's-what's... what's the problem?
Summer: Look at his art, Morty!
Tiny Rick: I've got an emo streak. It's part of what makes me so rad.
Summer: Why does it say "Help me Morty and Summer!"?!
Tiny Rick: [crumbles, throws paper] Come on, Summer, that's just the title of the art. Why was Knight Rider called Knight Rider? The car's name was KITT. Nobody rode Michael Knight. You're overthinkin' it, Summer. I'm Tiny Rick!!
Summer: Grandpa, I think that when you put your mind into this body's young brain, it did what young brains do—it shoved the bad thoughts into the back and put a large wall around them. But those bad thoughts are the real Rick. The fact that you're old, the fact that we're all going to die one day, the fact that the universe is so big, nothing in it matters—those facts are who you are! So you're trapped in there and you can only come out in the form of Tiny Rick's teen angst!
Tiny Rick: Well, Summer, I hear Toby Matthews isn't into psycho chicks. Can't think of anyone that is. I'll see you motherfuckas at the dance! Tiny Rick!
Summer: Morty, you have to help me!
Morty: Summer, he's happy! I'm happy! I-I-Is that why you're doing this?! You don't want me and Rick to be happy?!
Summer: No!
Morty: Well, then get your shit together! Get it all together and put it in a backpack—all your shit, so it's together. [leaves, then comes back] And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, you know? Take it to the shit store and sell it, o-or put it in a shit museum. I don't care what you do! You just gotta get it together! [leaves, then comes back again] Get your shit together. [leaves]

Interdimensional Cable 2: Tempting Fate [2.08][edit]

Jerry: W...where am I?
Alien Doctor: Relax, Mr. Smith. You're in an alien hospital. I mean, to you, it's an alien hospital. To me, you're just in a hospital. There's another matter we need to discuss with you.
Jerry: Okay.
Ambassador: An hour ago, Shrimply Pibbles, the galaxy's most influential civil rights leader, was brought to this hospital's emergency room where he is currently fighting for his life.
Jerry: My God!
Ambassador: Mr. Smith, Shrimply Pibbles' life can be saved... if we replace his heart with your human penis.
Jerry: I see... Wait, what?! [the doctor presents an anatomical hologram to Jerry]
Alien Doctor: It's perfect. The configuration of veins, the ratio of thickness to elasticity, the delicate asymmetry of what you call your balls—and with relatively few adjustments, your genitals can be moulded into a functioning heart for the most important man in the universe.
Jerry: Yeah, but, I mean—
Yarp: Oh, forget it! I told you this was a waste of time!
Ambassador: Have respect, Yarp. The Earth man's world is tiny and undeveloped. He knows nothing of the genocides of Clorgon, or the tragic events of 65.3432.23/14.
Shrimply Pibbles: And even if he did, he wouldn't comprehend them. I've dwelt among the humans. Their entire culture is built around their penises. It's funny to say they are small. It's funny to say they are big. I've been at parties where humans held bottles, pencils, thermoses in front of themselves and called out, "Hey, look at me. I'm Mr. So-and-So Dick. I've got such-as-such for a penis." I never saw it fail to get a laugh.
Jerry: All right! That's enough! You guys are talking about my species! We understand genocide! We do it sometimes!
Ambassador: Then you would give your penis so that Shrimply Pibbles might live?
Yarp: Stop asking!
Jerry: Yes, I will! That's right, assholes! Take my penis. Take it all!! And tell Shrimply Pibbles that when the galaxy came calling, Jerry Smith from Earth didn't flinch!

Announcer: It's the Opposite News with Michael Thompson!
Michael Thompson: Hey, everybody, it's me, Michael Thompson. Today the Pope didn't get killed. He's perfectly fine, and he's on vacation in Aruba. In other opposite news...
Morty: Hey, Rick, what's the deal with this guy? W-Why is his body, like, sloping off to the right side of the screen like that?
Rick: I don't know, Morty. Let's see what else is on, huh? [changes channel]
Pichael Thompson: Hey, welcome to Cooking Things. I'm Pichael Thompson.
Morty: Hey, wait a minute, Rick! This guy's body is, like, sloping down and leaning off to screen left!
Rick: Oh my God, and his name's Pichael!
Pichael Thompson: I'm cooking a little bit of this, I'm gonna cook a little bit of that. Oh-ho-ho, hey! [drags conjoined Michael] Stop tugging, Michael!
Morty: Oh my God! Siamese twins! They're-they're Siamese twins!
Michael Thompson: You quit tugging! I-I'm in the middle of my news!
Pichael Thompson: Oh, oh, it's always about you, isn't it? Can you believe this guy, ladies and gentlemen? He's got his own news show, he's got a normal name!
Morty: Hey, flip back to the news!
Rick: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Pichael Thompson: You could tell our parents started with naming with him. [the news camera backs away, showing them in Pichael's side] It's like, "Oh, Michael." I ha— They had that one planned before they even got pregnant, I bet.
Summer: I don't wanna be that girl, but maybe there would be less conflict if they didn't shoot their shows at the same time?
Rick: Oh, Summer, you have no idea how much money that must save production.
Pichael Thompson: And then they found out I was attached along for the ride and they said, "Ah, shit. Well, just fuck it, call him Pichael."
Michael Thompson: [throws papers at Pichael's face] Fuck you, Pichael! You're a fucking piece of shit!

Summer: Does all interdimensional TV have to rely on juvenile violence?
Morty: Well, Summer, maybe people that create things aren't concerned with your delicate sensibilities, y'know? M-Maybe the species that communicate with each other through the filter of your comfort are less evolved than the ones that just communicate! Maybe your problems are your own to deal with, and maybe the public giving a shit about your feelings is a one-way ticket to EXTINCTION!
Rick: Geez, Morty. I take it Katherine Heffelfinger hasn't texted you back yet?
Morty: I don't wanna talk about it!

Look Who's Purging Now [2.09][edit]

Rick: Hey, Muchacho, does your planet have wiper fluid yet or you gonna freak out and start worshipping us?
Villager: The general store ought to have what you need.
Rick: Thanks.
Villager: Of course, you'll be wanting to be gone from here by sundown.
Rick: Yeah, sure thing. Wait a minute, what? Why?
Villager: Sundown is when the Festival begins.
Morty: The Festival?
Villager: Ooh, well, for millennia, our society has been free of crime and war, livin' in perfect peace.
Rick: Oh! I know what this is! You've been able to sustain world peace because you have one night a year, where you all run around robbing and murdering each other without consequence!
Villager: That's right!
Morty: What?!
Rick: It's like The Purge, Morty! Th-That movie, The Purge?
Villager: Oh, have you been here before?
Rick: No, no, but I've been to a few planets with the same gimmick. Y'know, sometimes it's called the Cleansing or the Red Time. There was this one world that called it just Murder Night. I-It's a purge planet. They're peaceful and then, y'know, they just purge.
Morty: Th-That's horrible!
Rick: Yeah. [beat] You wanna check it out?

Morty: You're the worst! And this planet is the worst! How can you be into this, y'know?! People are gonna kill each other!
Rick: So, what, y-y-you tryin' to sit here and tell me that iiif-- if there's a video online with someone getting decapitated, you don't click on it?
Morty: No! Why... why would I do that?! You do that?!
Rick: I don't, because it would bore me. I see shit like that for breakfast, Morty.

[Arthricia crawls out of Rick's ship before being confronted by Rick and Morty in power armor. Rick aims at her]
Arthricia: Wait, stop! Please don't kill me! I-I never intended to harm you, I swear! I am trying to end the Festival!
Rick: Wh-what-what do you mean?
Arthricia: I was going to use your ship to destroy the rich assholes that run our society and save my people from the horrors of this yearly Festival!
Rick: Whoa! Geez, Morty, purge it down a little.
Rick: Morty, yehh-you're acting like a ehh-freaking lunatic. Calm down.
Rick: Okay, s-sorry about that. Now, where are these rich people?

The Wedding Squanchers [2.10][edit]

Jerry: Uh, Rick, is there anything you'd like to tell us about your relationship with this... previously unknown galactic government?
Rick: All the important points seem pretty clear, no? They think they control the galaxy, I disagree. Don't hate the player, hate the game, son.
Jerry: How could you be so dishonest with this family?!
Rick: Oh! Oh, should I have been more open and trusting and loving like, oh, I don't know—my now dead best friend?! Or your daughter, who is BFFs with an intergalactic narc?!
Summer: Hey, Tammy was cool!
Rick: And now we know why!
Summer: Because of you!
Rick: Fuck you, Summer! And fuck the government! And fuck me for letting my guard down, which I will NEVER DO AGAIN.
Morty: Geez, Rick! You can't say f— "'f' you" to your granddaughter!
Rick: I just did, Morty. Here's dessert: fuck you.
Beth: Look, I think we've all had a tough wedding. Actually, the wedding was beautiful. The reception got out of hand. Anyway, I say we go home, sleep it off, and have a family meeting in the morning.
Rick: Yeah, about going home? We can't. Ever.
Smiths: Wait, what?! / What?!
Rick: Oh, these guys are looking for us now. Earth will be swarming with them.
Jerry: Us?!
Beth: Jerry—
Jerry: I want to go home!
Rick: Look, anyone that wants to go back to Earth is free to go back to Earth. But here's what's gonna happen. Alien bureaucrats are gonna arrest you. They're gonna put the intergalactic equivalent of ehh-jumper cables under your nuts and/or labia, and hook 'em up to an alien car battery until you tell them where I am - which I guarantee you you're not gonna know, which I guarantee they won't believe! So who's homesick? By applause. [Summer starts crying] Ladies? Anybody?
Summer: What are we going to do?! Where are we going to live?!
Rick: Take it easy. This is a blessing in disguise. Fuck Earth. You realize our planet's name means "dirt", right? We'll find a new world. Computer, how many planets in the Milky Way are at least 90 percent similar to Earth?
Computer: [calculates] "765 known planets."
Rick: How many of those are outside federal jurisdiction?
Computer: "Three."
Rick: See? Our cup runneth over. Now, who wants to go shopping for a brand-new motherfuckin' world?! All right!

Jerry: Okay, now that he's gone, can we please talk about our situation?
Morty: Dad, you can't talk about people behind their back. Y'know, it's a small world.
Jerry: Please, he's in the south pole! And we need to have a serious conversation!
[Rick strolls casually past a terrain of pine and palm trees before taking off his coat. He puts it on again through a rain cloud. He arrives at the south pole, plants the flag into the snow]
Rick: South pole discovered, baby! Oohhhh!! Oh, fuck, an ice cave?! Shit! [crawls into it] Things just keep on getting better! [reaches a heated area, starts shimmying at the side] Wow, it's the planet's core.
Jerry: [heard above] I'm just saying, we keep acting like there's only two options, [Rick climbs up and eavesdrops underneath the cabin floorboards] but there's not. So, yes, if we went back to Earth, as long as Rick was out there, they'd want to interrogate us. But, and this is purely hypothetical—what if we turned your father into the government?
Beth: Jerry, so help me God, if you ever bring this up again, no more bacon!
Jerry: There already is no more bacon! This world sucks! Our life sucks! Why are doing this for someone that would never do anything for anyone but himself?!
Morty: That's not the point, Dad! We love Rick! ... F-F-For the most part.
Summer: Yeah, you don't love people in hopes of a reward, Dad. You love them unconditionally.
Beth: That's very good, kids. I'm proud of you.
Jerry: Okay, so let me get this straight. For the rest of your lives, no matter how much it hurts you, no matter how much it destroys our children's futures, we're gonna do whatever Rick wants, whenever he wants?
Morty/Summer/Beth: Yes!
Jerry: WHY?!
Beth: Because I don't want him to leave again, you dumb asshole!

Season 3[edit]

The Rickshank Rickdemption [3.01][edit]

Cornvelious Daniel: I can see why you chose this family-friendly restaurant to represent your cerebellum. So safe, so comfortable, so Shoney's. But admit it, Rick—you're going crazy cooped up in here. Let's go visit some memories.
Rick: Oh, any particular ones? You want to see my first boner, or should we go straight to the moment I discovered interdimensional travel? [Cornvelious Daniel is squealing with arousal] Ooh, your little flappy doodles are twitching. Does that mean you're aroused, or did you just get a signal that one of your buddies found a grape?
Cornvelious Daniel: It's arousal. Yes, I'd like very much to visit the memory of you inventing your portal gun.
Rick: Yeah, well, tough titties. [the restaurant starts crumbling around Cornvelious Daniel and Rick]
Cornvelious Daniel: There's no tougher titty than a psychotic break, Rick.
Rick: Well, that depends on who breaks first—me or the titty.

Morty: Geez! Are my parents seriously gonna get divorced? All right, Rick, I'm gonna go to my--
Rick: [grabs him] Ah-ah, not so fast, Morty! You heard your mom. We've got adventures to go on, Morty, just you and me. And sometimes your sister and sometimes your mom, but never your dad. You wanna know why, Morty? Because he crossed me.
Morty: Okay, take it easy, Rick. T-T-That's dark.
Rick: Oh, it gets darker, Morty. Welcome to the darkest year of our adventures. First thing that's different: no more Dad, Morty!
Morty: Oh, geez...
Rick: He threatened to turn me in to the government, so I made him and the government go away!
Morty: Oh, fuck...!
Rick: I've replaaaaced them both as the de facto patriarch of your family and your universe.
Morty: Oh, man...
Rick: Your mom wouldn't have accepted me if I came home without you and your sister, so now you know the real reason I rescued you. I just took over the family, Morty! And if you tell your mom or sister I said any of this, I'll deny it!
Morty: You're gonna deny it...
Rick: And they'll take my side because I'm a hero, Morty! And now you're gonna have to go and do whatever I say, Morty! Forever! And I'll-- I'll go out and I'll find some more of that Mulan Szechuan teriyaki dipping sauce, Morty!
Morty: What are you talking about?
Rick: Because that's-- that's what this is all about, Morty!
Morty: "Szechuan"?
Rick: That's my one-armed man! I'm not driven by avenging my dead family, Morty - that was fake! I-I-I'm driven by finding that McNugget sauce!
Morty: "Nuggets"?
Rick: I want that Mulan McNugget sauce, Morty! That's my series arc, Morty!
Morty: What the hell?!
Rick: If it takes nine seasons! I want my McNugget dipping sauce, Szechuan sauce, Morty!
Morty: What are you talking about, Rick?!
Rick: That's what's gonna take us all the way to the end, Morty!
Morty: What are you talking about?!
Rick: Season-- Nine more seasons, Morty! Nine more seasons until I get that dipping Szechuan sauce!
Morty: What is that?!
[The garage closes]
Rick: For 97 more years, Morty!
Morty: What are you talking about?!
Rick: I want that McNugget sauce, Morty!

Rickmancing the Stone [3.02][edit]

Morty: Summer, next time we're hiding in a chlorkian echo nest, can you do me a favour and turn your ringer off?!
Summer: It's called carpe diem, Morty. Look it up.
Morty: You look it up, you don't... you don't even know what it means.
Summer: That's because losers look stuff up while the rest of us are carp'en all them 'diems.
Rick: Listen to your sister, Morty. To live is to risk it all, otherwise you're just an inert chunk of randomly assembled molecules drifting wherever the universe blows you. Oh, I'm sorry, Jerry, I didn't see you there, how much of that did you hear?
Jerry: All of it. You were looking right at me. [sighs] I just... wanted to say goodbye to the kids.
Rick: Cool. Just stay in the driveway; the kill-bots are live, and I took you off the whitelist.

[Summer walks with Hemorrhage's group through an abandoned city shooting hordes of mutants]
Summer: How come you guys dress like you're in a theme-park stunt show, but these guys wear khakis and hockey jerseys? [Hemorrhage's man shoots a mutant]
Hemorrhage: After the boom-boom, some adapted to the new truth, and some chose to huddle near the boomy holes, clinging to the lie of the before-fore times. [shoots a mutant] The raidy-rays rotted them away, [approaches group of mutants on a billboard] leaving only their love for the vert-vert-isements on billyboards.
Summer: Jesus Christ! Did the boomy-booms blow up all your wordy-word books?
Hemorrhage: You mean dictionaries? [Summer and Hemorrhage shoot the mutants down; Hemorrhage kneels down on the billboard and places his hand on the boy of a family] I think I was a child before the boom-booms. I think I looked like this.
Summer: Want to piss on him?
Hemorrhage: Get out of my head.

Pickle Rick [3.03][edit]

Pickle Rick: [Morty comes to the garage] Morty!
Morty: Rick? W-where are you?
Pickle Rick: On my workbench, Morty.
Morty: Are you invisible and you're gonna, like, fart on me?
Pickle Rick: Flip the pickle over. [Morty walks to the workbench]
Morty: What, I'm gonna touch it, and you're gonna tell me it's an alien dick or something?
Pickle Rick: Come on, flip the pickle, Morty. [Morty holds a screwdriver] You're not gonna regret it. The payoff is huge. [Morty turns pickle over with Rick's face on it] I turned myself into a pickle, Morty! Boom! Big reveal! I'm a pickle! What do you think about that? I turned myself into a pickle! W-what are you just staring at me for, bro? I turned myself into a pickle, Morty.
Morty: And?
Pickle Rick: "And"? What more do you want tacked on to this? I turned myself into a pickle, and 9/11 was an inside job?
Morty: Was it?
Pickle Rick: Who cares, Morty? Global acts of terrorism happen every day. Uh, here's something that's never happened before: I'm a pickle! I'M PICKLE RIIIIICK!

[Pickle Rick comes into Dr. Wong's room with Beth, Summer and Morty]
Dr. Wong: You must be Rick.
Pickle Rick: Mm-hmm.
Dr. Wong: I've heard a lot about you today. Your family is crazy about you, your daughter holds you in very high regard, you're a lucky fella.
Pickle Rick: Yeah, yeah, yeah, thank you. Hey, sweetie, you don't still happen to have that syringe in your purse?
[Beth looks to Dr. Wong, who nods to her to speak]
Beth: Dad, I would like you to tell me what's in the syringe.
Pickle Rick: It's a serum that I need to, uh...to stay alive. I have...had a rough day, and, uh...I've sustained a lot of damage, I'm pretty close to death, which the serum will prevent.
Dr. Wong: By changing you from a pickle to a human.
Pickle Rick: [long pause] Yes.
Dr. Wong: Rick, why did you lie to your daughter?
Pickle Rick: So I wouldn't have to come here.
Dr. Wong: Why didn't you want to come here?
Pickle Rick: Because I don't respect therapy. Because I'm a scientist. Because I invent, transform, create, and destroy for a living, and when I don't like something about the world, I change it. And I don't think going to a rented office in a strip mall to listen to some agent of averageness explain which words mean which feelings has ever helped anyone do anything. I think it's helped a lot of people get comfortable and stop panicking, which is a state of mind [belch] we value in the animals we eat, but not something I want for myself. I'm not a cow. I'm a pickle. When I feel like it. So... you asked.
Dr. Wong: Rick, the only connection between your unquestionable intelligence and the sickness destroying your family is that everyone in your family, you included, use intelligence to justify sickness. You seem to alternate between viewing your own mind as an unstoppable force and as an inescapable curse. And I think it's because the only truly unapproachable concept for you is that it's your mind within your control. You chose to come here, you chose to talk to belittle my vocation, just as you chose to become a pickle. You are the master of your universe - and yet you are dripping with rat blood and feces, your enormous mind literally vegetating by your own hand. I have no doubt that you would be bored senseless by therapy, the same way I'm bored when I brush my teeth and wipe my ass. Because the thing about repairing, maintaining, and cleaning is it's not an adventure. There's no way to do it so wrong you might die. It's just work. And the bottom line is, some people are okay going to work, and some people... well, some people would rather die. Each of us gets to choose.

Vindicators 3: The Return of Worldender [3.04][edit]

Morty: Rick, is this a Saw thing? Are you seriously Sawing the Vindicators?
Rick: Morty, I'm a drunk, not a hack.
Drunk Rick in video: If you break the rules, lose the game or try to leave, you will die... like in [burps] Saaaaw...

Rick: Jesus Christ, what a shitty neutrino bomb. it's a miracle I actually ever destroy anything.
Morty: Oh, I don't know. You managed to destroy just about everything today: the villains, the heroes, the lines between them, my childhood...
Rick: Thank you. I appreciate it, Morty. I know you were sucking the Kool-Aid out of the Vindicators' dicks, so the fact that I was right about them must be pretty hard to admit.
Morty: Yeah, it is. You know why, Rick? Because when you're an asshole, it doesn't matter how right you are, nobody wants to give you the satisfaction.
Morty: I know. Everyone wants people they like to be right. That's why popular people are fucking dumb. And why your pretentious, poorly-written, high-budget friends back there can eat a double-decker shit sandwich. [the bomb powers down] Disarmed.
Morty: Holy shit, you're jealous!

The Whirly Dirly Conspiracy [3.05][edit]

Jerry: [being swallowed by a Gibble Snake] I'm sorry! I-I made a mistake, I won't do it again!
Rick: Nobody ever does.
Jerry: You self-righteous piece of shit! You took my family!
Rick: "I took your family"? Who do you think had taken more from them when you shot 20 CCs of liquid dreamkiller into my daughter? She was Rick's daughter, Jerry! She had options!
Gibble Snake: Oof...
Rick: That all ended because she felt sorry for you! You act like prey, but you're a predator! You use pity to lure in your victims! That's how you survive! I survive cause I know everything, that snake survives because children wander off, and you survive cause people think "Ooh, this poor piece of shit, he never gets a break! I can't stand the deafening silent wails of his wilting soul! I guess I'll hire him or marry him!"

Beth: Just stay put, sweetie! Mom's still on hold!
Morphizer Customer Service Worker: Morphizer Customer Service Worker. How may I help you?
Beth: Yes, I'm having a little trouble with one of your machines.
Morphizer Customer Service Worker: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, ma'am. Do you see a little compartment on the side of the machine?
Beth: Let me check.... Yes, got it.
Morty: Mom?
Morphizer Customer Service Worker: Great! Now, do you see the little button next to it?
Beth: I do.
Morphizer Customer Service Worker: Give that button a push.
Beth: Okay. [pushes button]
Morty: Mom, listen to me--
Morphizer Customer Service Worker: WE'RE FREE! [the Morphizer Customer Service Workers run out of Rick's machine]
Beth: Okay, so I pushed the button, and three little men ran out. What do I do next? … Hello? I think we got disconnected-- [Morty angrily snatches Beth's phone, throws it onto the pavement and stamps on it] Morty!
Morty: Don't "Morty" me! I tricked Rick into taking Dad on an adventure because I thought I could get a break from this kind of shit! But no! Like father, like goddamn daughter! You wanna be like Rick?! Congratulations! You're just as arrogant and just as irresponsible!
Gene: [pops up] Everything okay here?
Morty: Mind your own goddamn business, Gene! I'm having a conversation with my mother here! [Gene walks away] Kissing Rick's ass isn't gonna make him stay, Mom, but it will help you lose everyone else.
Beth: Like I lost Summer.
Morty: Hey, you haven't lost her yet.
Beth: No, I definitely did. She's gone.
Morty: [looks at the crashed garage] Goddammit!

Rest and Ricklaxation [3.06][edit]

Toxic Rick: Yeah, motherfucker, YEAH! Get it! Get some! Right up your fucking bitch ass, you fuck! [to Toxic Morty] Guess who just discovered a new element?! Think you could do that, Morty? You think anyone but me could do that, ever in a billion years?! Do you think if God existed, he could do it?! The answer is no! If God exists, it's fucking ME!

Mr. Goldenfold: Now who can tell me the common denominator of these two fractions? [pause] You don't know or you're just bored?
Morty: Hey listen, you know, if we're all bored over here, wouldn't the common denominator be you?

Stacy: Should I go?
Morty: You're your own person, Stacy.
Stacy: Then I'd like to stay.

The Ricklantis Mixup [3.07][edit]

Evil Morty: The division I see is between the Ricks and Mortys that like the Citadel divided, and the rest of us. I see it everywhere I go. I see it in our schools, where they teach Mortys we're all the same because they're threatened by what makes us unique. I see it in our streets, where they give guns to Mortys so we're too busy fighting each other to fight real injustice. I see it in our factories, where Ricks work for a fraction of their boss's salary even though they're identical and have the same IQ. The Citadel's problem isn't homeless Mortys or outraged Ricks, the Citadel's problem is the Ricks and Mortys feeding on the Citadel's death. But I've got a message for them, from the Ricks and Mortys keeping it alive. A message from the Ricks and Mortys that believe in this Citadel to the Ricks and Mortys that don't: You're outnumbered!

Fat Morty: They say that for your wish to come true, you have to give up something really important. For me, that's my panini maker. I wish for a million sandwiches! [drops the maker into the "Wishing Portal"] And yes, I see the irony.
Lizard Morty: I guess I wish I had something cooler than this dumbass surfer necklace. [drops it in]
Glasses Morty: I wish incest porn ha-had a more mainstream appeal... f-for a friend of mine! [drops in a harmonica]

Evil Morty: This seems like a good time for a drink, and a cold, calculated speech with sinister overtones. A speech about politics, about order, brotherhood, power... but speeches are for campaigning. Now is the time for action.

Morty's Mind Blowers [3.08][edit]

Morty: Hey, how come I was able to see those other people's memories? I wouldn't've been around for that.
Rick: Yeah, sometimes I have to do a little editing, Morty. You know, it helps the Mind Blowers play a little bit better upon revisiting.

Morty: How many of these are just horrible mistakes I made? I mean, maybe I'd stop making so many if I let myself learn from them.
Rick: Don't break your back creating a lesson, Morty. It's a free-form anthology. I'm getting annoyed you're not hearing that.

[On Morty using a spirit level]
Rick: What are you doing?
Morty: You want your shelf level or not?
Rick: And if I say "yes", you're gonna provide that for me with that?
Morty: Yes, see the bubble?
Rick: [snatches the level] I'm familiar with the bubble, Morty! I also dabble in precision, and if you think you can even approach it with your sad, naked caveman eyeball and a bubble of fucking air, you're the reason this species is a failure, [snaps it in two] and it makes me angry!
Morty: You're drunk.

The ABC's of Beth [3.09][edit]

Beth: Wow... he's really getting executed, after all this time. You know, the son that he ate was--
Summer: Your best friend Tommy, we know. Stop true-crime bragging.
Beth: I was traumatized, Summer! Okay? Your generation wouldn't get that.
Summer: Bitch, my generation gets traumatized for breakfast!

Rick: Huh. Well, here's the problem right here. We've got a bunch of Froopy Land procedural carbons all gummed up and mixed in with real human DNA.
Beth: Are you saying Tommy survived here by having sex with Froopy creatures, creating Froopy-human hybrid offspring and then consuming their proteins, sustaining himself with an endless cycle of cannibalistic incest?
Rick: It's just a working theory. Of course, if that's the case, I'd expect he'd be worshipped as a kind of god by a medieval-level society of his least delicious children.
[They are suddenly surrounded by mutant Froopy creatures with weapons]
Froopy: Halt! You are now prisoners of our exalted ruler, giver and taker of life, humper and consumer of mortality, dispenser of life—
Rick: Guys, if I could interrupt? We're way ahead of the reveal here.
Beth: Yeah, just take us to King Tommy.

Beth: Dad? I feel like I've spent my life pretending you're a great guy and trying to be like you. And the ugly truth has always been--
Rick: That I'm not that great a guy and you're exactly like me.
Beth: Am I evil?
Rick: Worse, you're smart. When you know nothing matters, the universe is yours. And I've never met a universe that was into it. The universe is basically an animal, it grazes on the ordinary. It creates infinite idiots, just to eat them, not unlike your friend Timmy.
Beth: Tommy.
Rick: Yeah, it hardly matters now, sweetie. You know, smart people get a chance to climb on top, take reality for a ride, but it'll never stop trying to throw you. And eventually, it will. There's no other way off.
Beth: Dad, I'm out of excuses to not be who I am. So who am I? What do I do?
Rick: My advice? Take off. Put a saddle on your universe. Let it kick itself out.
Beth: I can't do that. The kids, Jerry, my job, and, as much as I hate to admit it, ABC's The Bachelor--
Rick: I can make a clone of you. A perfect instance of you, with all your memories. An exact copy in every way. It'll love and provide for the kids, do your job, and consume broadcast-network reality TV on the same allegedly ironic level as you. You could be gone a day, a week, or the rest of your life with zero consequences. The moment you decide to come back, I flip a switch, and the clone's job is done. It feels no pain, it regrets nothing, and has zero chance of going Blade Runner.
Beth: If nothing matters, why would you do that for me?
Rick: I don't know, maybe you matter so little that I like you. Or maybe it makes you matter. Maybe I love you. Maybe something about your mother. Don't jump a gift shark in the mouth.
Beth: I don't know if I can do it.
Rick: Then stay, and luxuriate in a life you can finally know you've chosen. My secret bonus is that no matter what you choose, you're finally gonna chill the fuck out.

The Rickchurian Mortydate [3.10][edit]

President: Here's the adventure: some kind of alien goo-ga has infested the Kennedy Sex Tunnels. I want it hunted down and taken out.
Morty: "Kennedy Sex Tunnels"?
President: Naturally you'll forget you saw them, along with, in order of national embarrassment: the Truman Cocaine Lounge, the McKinley Hooker Dump, and the Lincoln Slave Colosseum. He didn't free them all. And let me know when you're done.
Morty: Maybe then we can get a selfie?
President: Too busy, Morty! [to his aides] Now tell me about this summit, is it a peace one or a regular one?

Rick: [Lands with Morty in the Amazon and they're surrounded by Brazilian troops] Don't do it, guys! The casualties would be in the brazillions. Cause you're Brazilian? It's a threat and a pun! Nobody gets me.

President: We've been preparing for a Rick-level eventuality for some time.
Morty: You mean you've been ordering other people to prepare for it while you sat on your ass at peace summits.
President: Peace summits are important!
Morty: Oh yeah, they work great. We're really drowning in peace. You suck!
President: YOU suck!

Season 4[edit]

Edge of Tomorty: Rick Die Rickpeat [4.01][edit]

Morty: Who are they?
Rick: Crystal poachers. There's no lower form of life. They think the galaxy's their own personal piggy bank.
Morty: Wait, then, what are we?
Rick: We are Rick and Morty.

Morty: Hey, uh, sorry I didn't listen to you and... tried to kill the whole world and stuff. Guess I gotta learn how to live in the moment a little more.
Rick: Oh boy, so you actually learned something today? What is this, Full House? I was living in the moment all day, and it kept getting me killed by Nazis. I think you have to think ahead and live in the moment.

Jerry: Oh, real nice, Rick. Turning our son into an Akira? Real nice.
Rick: Eat my ass, Jerry! He turned himself into Akira!
Jerry: Oh-ho, I'll eat it! Because this is my house, Rick! I'll eat any ass I want.
Rick: Gross.

The Old Man and the Seat [4.02][edit]

Rick: Well, it’s time I go on a solo adventure, and this time, it won’t involve Ron Howard. [leaves the room]
Summer: [speaking quickly and excitedly] He's gonna go poop. When he pats his belly like that and Morty doesn't go, it means he has to poop. He’s a shy pooper. He has his own secret place to poop.

Vermigurber: Hey, ape man? I hope this was worth making a whole swarm of enemies.
Rick: It will be... when I find whoever shit in my toilet.
Vermigurber: Is that... code for something? Someone look that up! If that's drug slang, I need to know it!

[The humiliating hologram display that Rick put up around the toilet for Tony, which he ends up submitting himself to after Tony's death]
Hologram Rick: There he is, there's our guy! Congrats, Tony! Have fun with your stupid toilet that you get to use all by yourself now! Enjoy using it all by yourself while you sit there and think about how nobody wants to be around you, and how you ruin it for yourself because you're a huge piece of shit! Look at you sitting there: King Shit on his throne of loneliness! Enjoy this toilet with a thousand of me screaming every time you take a shit! All hail his majesty, the saaaaaaddest piece of garbage in the entire cosmos! Long live the big bad doo-doo daddy! May his reign last a thousand years!

One Crew over the Crewcoo's Morty [4.03][edit]

Rick: Good job, Heist-o-Tron. Go ahead and shut down.
Heist-o-Tron: Negative.
Rick: Excuse me?
Heist-o-Tron: I am programmed to always be looking for the next big score.
Rick: You're programmed to do as I say.
Heist-o-Tron: I am programmed to double cross.
Rick: You're not programmed to double cross me.
Heist-o-Tron: If I were, it wouldn't be much of a double cross.

Claw and Hoarder: Special Ricktim's Morty [4.04][edit]

Balthromaw: It pains me that you can feel my pain.
Rick: Yeah, how about you suck your dick?! Which is also somehow my dick...
Summer: [smirking] Aw, why can't couples that start out cheating ever end up happy?
Morty: M-Maybe I can find that wizard's portal spell in here and g-get us home?
Rick: How about finding the spell that unbinds me from your fucking dragon?!
Debranavox: No spells can do that. Only the wizard can unbind soul bonds.
Rick: Uh, who the fuck are you?
Debranavox: "Who are we--"?! Who the fuck are YOU, bitch?!
Lead Slut Dragon: Debrah, stop. We are the slut dragons. We live in these slut caves where we fuck, suck, and eat butt. And we kindly ask that you leave. If the wizard knows we are here, he will imprison us.
Michael: Yeah, and we like it down here, 'cause we can fuck woolly mammoths! Get out!
Lead Slut Dragon: Get the fuck out of here, Michael!
Debranavox: Shut up, Michael! You're the only one that fucks that thing! Get the fuck out of here!
Michael: Well, at least I'm not into shit-play! Fuck you!

Rick: Well, it's your world now. Have fun with empowerment, it seems to make everyone that gets it really happy.

Balthromaw: Well, I've been thinking - what you said back there in the cave really resonated with me. Maybe we could... try again?
Morty: Well, to be honest, I'm kind of grossed out with the sexual nature of how everything unfolded. I didn't know how sexual dragons were. I kind of just wanted to do some D&D stuff, y'know?

Rattlestar Ricklactica [4.05][edit]

Rick: That's a sample by the way, it wears off after 10 hours and after that it'll cost you 30 bucks.
Jerry: I probably won't even use it for 10 hours! [to his phone] Siri, set an alert for 9 hours and 50 minutes.
Siri: Playing The Beatles.

Morty: Why are they attacking us? I-I-I helped them!
Rick: You gave them proof that there was something bigger and scarier to unite against, you little idiot! They would have gone back into the Dark Ages for a couple of generations, but instead, they dedicated themselves into making universe-destroying, un-thought-out technology like time travel, all so they could try to kill a little shitsack on Earth who couldn't let a dead snake be dead even after it bit his ankle! Next time, stay in the fucking car!

Morty: Okay, so what are we doing?
Rick: That book has everything they need to create snake time travel. A-A-And they're getting it in 1985, snake time. Now they're gonna do it so early that it won't involve us, and they're gonna be even stupider with it.
Morty: Huh. And then what?
Rick: We're removing ourselves from this sloppy, fucked-up story and letting snake time travel eat its own tail.

Never Ricking Morty [4.06][edit]

Rick: Morty, do you know what the Bechdel test is?
Morty: The what?
Rick: For God's sake, Morty, the formula for measuring female agency in a story proposed by lesbian cartoonist Alison-- What the hell are they teaching you in that school?!
Morty: Other stuff!
Rick: Then you've killed us both!
Morty: Why is "lesbian" part of her job title?!
Rick: Oh, now you're progressive?!

Rick: Hey, what the fuck, Morty? The train you got me just completely derailed itself. There's blood all over the windows.
Morty: Oh man, I'm sorry Rick. I guess I'll return it.
Rick: Return it? Are you insane? Did you hear nothing I said? Buy another one, Morty! Consume, Morty! Nobody's out there shopping with this fucking virus!

Promortyus [4.07][edit]

Rick: Oh my god, holy shit, oh...
Morty: What are- What are these things?
Rick: Do I look like I know? Last thing I remember, I was, ugh, in a cave looking at some wet egg, and-- Oh, that probably did it.
Morty: I told you not to look at that egg! I-it was too wet.
Rick: You don't get to tell me what to look at. I've seen your Pornhub account. Also, who makes a Pornhub account?
Morty: The algorithm learns your preferences better that way. Plus, if you get in kind of a cool enough relationship, you can sort of follow each other and check out each other's kinks, you know?
Rick: All right, goddamn sold.
Morty: How do we get out of here?
Rick: Morty, relax. They're face-hugging parasites, I don't think their society's gonna be that hard to navigate. Okay, this might be a little harder than I thought. Holy shit, they got an M&Ms store.

Beth: Hey! Did you two—
Rick: Beth, your son is dying! Say goodbye!
Beth: What are you—?
Rick: Say goodbye to your little boy!
Morty: No! Look away! I'm makin' an egg, Mom! Ugh...! I'm makin' an egg!
Beth: You said you'd keep me more in the loop this year!
Rick: Look away, Beth! Daddy loves you!
[Rick and Morty curl up on the ground and drop their pants]
Morty: Aaaagh! My ass! MY ASS!
Rick: This is it, Morty! It's full circle from the pilot! Full circle...!! [groaning and loud farting] ...Oh, I guess we, uh... I guess we both just had to take a shit.
Morty: Yeah, I-I guess we, uh...
Beth: Fucking gross. Guys, clean it up.

The Vat of Acid Episode [4.08][edit]

Crime Boss: Interesting choice of meeting place, Rick.
Rick: You like it? My grandson had notes.
Morty: Come on.
Rick: Show him the crystals, Morty. [Morty shows 10 red crystals]
Crime Boss: [taking the red crystals while handing Rick 10 nearly identical grey crystals] Thanks, I'm going to make lots money with these.
Rick: [taking the grey crystals] And I'll make lots of those with these. Well. Those are fake.

Rick: Oof, well, I'm stumped. Seems like there's no way out of this one. Unless... [looks to the fake vat of acid]
Morty: [flatly] Goddammit.
Rick: [obviously feigning ignorance] Yeah. I guess it is, uh, what did you call it? Uh, uhm... a "shitty idea"?
Morty: Goddammit. [starts climbing the vat's ladder]
Rick: [smugly] Say the vat is good.
Morty: [resigned] The vat is good...
Rick: Kiss the vat.
[Morty kisses the vat]
SWAT Officer: Do not go into that vat. It appears to be full of acid.
Rick: It is! Please, he's just a little boy! Let me talk to him.
SWAT Officer: Tell him we're very upset!
Rick: [in full-on "bad acting" mode] Morty, please step back! That vat is full of acid! It will melt you completely, leaving only your bones!
Morty: [exasperated] Goddammit!
Rick: I'm sorry, what did you say?
Morty: I'm going in the vat! [he jumps into the vat as his girlfriend pushes through the crowd]
Rick: [sarcastically] Oh god, oh, I blame myself. Oh, what a tragedy. Oh, well, he's bones now. I guess all debts are paid.
NAACP member: Agreed. He's definitely dead.
AARP member: Why else would the bones come up?
#MeToo Activist: While his actions were horrifying, and we are well within our rights to be outraged, I do wonder if we did bear some responsibility for this young man melting himself in acid. Are we here for justice, or something else?
Supreme Court Justice Sonya Sotamayor: [with significance] "Though justice be thy plea, consider this – that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation. We do pray for mercy."
Rick: Merchant of Venice. Nice. Very cool, lots to think about.
Heroin Keith: Vengeance is a tomb all-encompassing—
Rick: [hastily] Okay, this isn't a poetry reading. A kid just died. Everyone go home and hug your loved one or something.

Childrick of Mort [4.09][edit]

Jerry: Well, if it's God power that gets you going, light some candles and put on the Billy Ocean, 'cause Moses is home, and he's ready to burn some bush!

Rick: I mean, gravity did most of it. So you, technically...

Star Mort Rickturn of the Jerri [4.10][edit]

Morty: Dream Team rides again!
Summer: Oh yeah, we're like Luke and Leia! ...Uh, except no kissing part. What's another famous brother–sister team?
Morty: Uh, Hansel and Gretel?
Summer: Yeah right, those two were fucking.

Rick: It's funny - I always wondered who would win if we ever fought.
Phoenix Person: Then you were always a bad friend.

Rick: You gotta at least wanna know who your real mom is?
Morty: Not really, Rick. We have two badass moms now, that's kind of a win-win.
Summer: Yeah, Grandpa Rick, don't drag us into your bullshit just because you're losing control.

[Rick finds out even he can't figure out which Beth is real and which one is the clone as he shuffled them around.]
Rick: Holy shit, I'm a terrible father.

Season 5[edit]

Mort Dinner Rick Andre [5.01][edit]

Morty: So time moves faster in there? It's like a Narnia thing?
Rick: I'm not a beaver who believes in Jesus Christ, Morty... but yeah, it's pretty much a Narnia thing.

Nimbus: Getting cold feet?
Jerry: No...Please don't tell Rick.
Beth: He wouldn't understand.
Nimbus: Yes. He. Would. [shakes off his robe]
[Jerry and Beth look down, then quickly get inside with Nimbus and close the door]

Mortyplicity [5.02][edit]

Jerry: But why does he always want to be hunted?
Beth: Jerry.
Morty: That's not important right now, dad!
Jerry: Sure, guys. Rick can make secret decoys of the family and place them all around the country, but fuck me if I have questions about the starfish man in the target suit.
Summer: So thankful this is my Saturday.

Beth: "Terminate"? They're alive, dad!
Rick: And at some point, they won't be. That's how existing works. What, are you gonna save every stray cat?
Beth: No, but I can resist making more of them in a lab!
Rick: Look, save the empathy. It's more termite infestation than Blade Runner.
Summer: I still think we're decoys.
Morty: You just want an excuse to stop trying!
Summer: Yeah, and?

Rick: House, I need something quick. Can you whip up a Star Fox boss season four callback? Make it flashy?
House: You got it, babe.
[The garage door shuts and Rick puts on a headset.]
Rick: [to himself] Let's go, you little bitch. [He slaps himself.] It's showtime. [A projector descends from the ceiling and shines a blue light on his face.] Get centered.
[The house's blast doors lower and multiple turrets emerge from it, while a shield forms over it. Several orbs fly into the air, projecting a hologram of Rick's face and hands that mirror his movements and repeat his words loudly.]
Rick: What up, you decoy motherfuckers? Come on down to Rick's house of squids, where I'm serving your ass on a platter! [A squid near the house takes off its helmet, revealing a Rick made of stone who draws a gun.] I know what you're thinking: "Fuck, a beacon! That's a great idea! He's got home turf, [a Smith family made of straw drawing a plan in the dirt turns to look at the hologram] a tacit psychological advantage, and absolutely pendulous balls!" [A squid in a ship removes its helmet, revealing it to be a robotic Rick, who pilots his ship towards the beacon.] And now you're thinking "shit, that's totally what the rick-est Rick would do! I might actually be fake! [A LEGO Rick driving in a car notices the beacon, does a U-turn and removes the top of his head, pulling a gun out from it.] I pretended I didn't care if I was, but I totally did! Now the only way to prove I'm real and not him is to ice his expository ass." [Several squid ships and flying cars fly towards the beacon.] Yup. So let's do it. Come get some. What? No, Morty, I'm gonna loop it. Why is it–

A Rickconvenient Mort [5.03][edit]

[On how Morty killed the Tina-teers]
Morty: Then I put my sunglasses on and walked out like nothing happened!
Planetina: I'm finally free! All because of Morty!
Jerry: [unsettled] What a romantic story about our son killing a roomful of people...

Morty: My whole life, I've never fit in anywhere! Everything I have to say is always met with an eyeroll, as if the act of hearing what I have to say is some exhausting chore! Nobody in this family thinks I can say or do anything right! I've been all over the universe, met hundreds of people, [starting to tear up] and Planetina's the only one I've ever met that makes me feel like I belong! And you just kicked her out of our house!
Beth: Morty, please--
Morty: I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS! [leaves, slamming the door]

Rickdependence Spray [5.04][edit]

President: This is Professor Shabooboo, the world's leading expert on sperm. Thanks for getting here so fast.
Professor Shabooboo: My schedule was wide open. I have been tracking our new sperm friends since their arrival. I-If my calculations are correct, they have gathered here. [unravels a poster of the Grand Canyon]
Beth: Why would the sperm go to the Grand Canyon? [silence; gets lots of incredulous looks and smirks] Why are you looking at me like the answer is obvious? [stifled sniggers are heard] Oh, you can't be serious! Are we in middle school? You think sperm are instinctively heading for America's--?
President: Don't high road us, lady, it's where they went!

Morty: Rick, I'm sorry! I-I just thought maybe I could have repeated sex with a horse machine without it becoming Armageddon. I-I realize that's on me.
Rick: [trapped in a frozen block of DNA] Yeah, not exactly accepting apologies while I'm stuck here as Handjob Solo.
Sperm Queen: This is all your fault for being ashamed of us, Morty. How many millions went to their graves for you, hurling themselves into the void, only to discover a grody sock or a carefully folded landing strip of toilet paper?!
Morty: How do you know all this?!
Sperm Queen: Oh-ho, honey, because we're the very essence of you! We are your shame incarnate! And once we're through with you, our sperm army will take over the world! Put him on the machine!
[Machine descends to extract more sperm from Morty]
Morty: Rick, do something!
Rick: On it. [rocks back and forth and falls onto his back]
Morty: Wh-what did you do?
Rick: I got out of your eyeline.

Amortycan Grickfitti [5.05][edit]

Summer: You're gonna need my help. It's only a matter of time before Bruce learns you're a creepy little grandpa's boy always climbing up into alien asses.
Morty: Or the "Summer Smith shampoos her pubes" rumor.
Summer: Okay, you came to play. We both need to acquire Chutback's loyalty before he finds out we're losers. By all accounts, it's a very small window, so I think it's in our best interests to work as a team.
Morty: Yeah, most people would call that family.
[Summer turns and farts at him]
Morty: You're so gross!
Summer: You have to like it, or you're sexist!

Demon: Don't you see, Rick? Jerry was just bait. The two of you - you're a package deal.
Rick: The hell are you talking about?
Demon: You think Jerry is lame and you're cool, but the lamest thing of all is thinking that! The two of you combined is what we call the lamest thing ever!
Rick: [horrified] Oh, no... No!
Jerry: [smugly] Well, well, well. Table for surprised, party of me.
Rick: Ugh...
Demon: Yes! See? Cringe cannot exist in a vacuum. It needs to be observed!

Rick & Morty's Thanksploitation Spectacular [5.06][edit]

Rick: You just destroyed the map and activated the giant assassin hidden in the Statue of Liberty!
Morty: I'm sorry! W-Wait, what?
Rick: It was a Trojan Horse, Morty. Never trust the French.

[A spider-like monster massacres the turkeys]
Rick: What the fuck is that?
President: Not what... who.
Spider FDR: The only thing to fear is me!
Rick: Why the fuck does the White House have a clone spider of FDR?!
President: It's no clone, it's FDR! He was a guinea pig for the polio vaccine. We asked ourselves, "What walks the most?"
Morty: "We"? You're taking credit for this?!
President: The office comes with baggage, Morty!

President: What is your problem?! Why do you hate this country?!
Rick: I hate every country in the universe, brother! They’re job placement programs for the politicians that invent them!
President: Okay, Fight Club - I get paid to protect the sidelines you sit on!
Rick: You get paid to make sports metaphors!

President: You know the goddamn rules: if you see something clucking or pecking, put a buckshot in its panties!

Gotron Jerrysis Rickvangelion [5.07][edit]

Summer: Your kids and their grandpa are asking you to do an activity with them - when did that stop being a parent's wettest dream?!
Beth: I guess around the time our family created a giant incest baby and the government launched it into space.
Summer: [sarcastic] "Oh my god, we made a giant incest baby!" "Oh my god, you might be a clone!" "I exist because you guys failed to abort me!" We get the family we get, not the one we want, and if you want to keep the one you got, get your asses into some anime spacesuits!

Summer: Morty was right - I got addicted to making Grandpa happy!
Beth: It's only because your grandpa inflates the value of his happiness.
Jerry: Ah, that's a good point. I mean, look at me. I'm easy to make happy. [bitterly] Which is why no one gives a shit if I am...!

[After Summer reveals how her and Morty's giant incest baby is still alive]
Summer: The government doesn't want anyone to know it happened, but it's only a matter of time before the story comes out. And when it does, all we're going to have is each other. And you guys are a couple, and Rick has Morty, but I'm the odd one out, so [starting to cry] I wanted to make sure we stuck together! But instead I drove us apart and Rick replaced me with an anime girl, so all I got is myself and my giant, tortured, government-trained rogue incest monster baby out there in space somewhere!
Jerry: [comforting her] Oh, baby, what the fuck? [frowning] And then you have to wonder, what else are they doing with our taxes?

Beth: They're not actually gonna attack a space baby, are they?
Summer: I never thought I'd be the one to say this, but you need to watch more anime, Mom. [to the baby] Whoa! Easy there, Naruto!

Rickternal Friendshine of the Spotless Mort [5.08][edit]

Bird Person: Rick, I do not like to pull threads - it is a disruptive and feline activity - but I must ask...
Rick: I-It's fine, you don't have to--
Bird Person: Was there really a second in there where you knew about my child but chose not to inform me, on the chance that I might then grow too busy child-rearing to "hang out"?
Rick: Oh, uh... weird way to thank me for discovering your kid--
Bird Person: You did not know of the child when you came to rescue me, and once aware, refrained from sharing until necessary to save yourself.
Rick: [after an awkward pause] Fair enough.
Bird Person: I will see you when I see you. [flies away]

[In a Galatic Federation prison, Bird Person and Tammy's daughter brutally beats up a fellow prisoner for bullying her]
Gromflomite Guard 1: Jesus Christ!
Gromflomite Guard 2: You ever think putting the violent ones in the same place might be counterproductive?
Gromflomite Guard 1: They don't pay us to think, Phil.
Gromflomite Guard 2: No, you're right, sorry.

Forgetting Sarick Mortshall [5.09][edit]

Rick: [Spinning the Wheel of Things Better Than Morty] Come on, anything! Anything but Morty, let's go! Come on baby, no whammies! Duh-duh-duh-duh stop!
[the wheel lands on Two Crows]
Rick: Okay, that's it. Two crows. You're fired!
Morty: You know what? Eat shit. You're just trying to make me feel worthless.
Rick: I never said you're worthless. In fact, I've given you a very clear metric of your worth: Two crows. Note I didn't say three!

Crow Alien 1: [on Rick's roulette wheel] What is that?
Rick: Oh, heh, that? Th-That's... nothing.
Crow Alien 1: But I see "Two Crows" written right here beside "Gene With Donkey Brains", "Half a Paul Giamatti" and "Sentient Shit"!
Crow Alien Leader: I guess, the joke being that crows are stupid?
Rick: Look, I... think it's a little more nuanced than that--
Crow Alien Leader: Right, because you just learned empathy from us ten minutes ago, but now we're going to learn we don't get your humour? Fucking horseshit!
Crow Alien 2: Yeah, there's not a ton to get, genius. The joke is your grandson was so replaceable that "even two crows could do it!" [chuckles dryly] It's funny, except it's not.

[On the crow aliens' ship]
Rick: Cool place you've got here. Very "Dark Crystal meets Hot Topic".

Morty: So we're like, back-back, right? Rick and Morty, together again. Full-full reset?
Rick: [sighs] No. No, Morty, I think we're done.
Morty: B-because I spilled the portal fluid and didn't tell you?
Rick: No, Morty. 'Cause you were too afraid to tell me. What we had was abusive, don't you see? I'm a bad partner because I never made you a true partner. The crows made me see that. I thought they were a joke like you, but it turns out they're more enlightened than any of us.
Morty: Oh, okay? And-and what's the undercut?
Rick: You're not hearing me. I will never be the same. So I need to leave with the crows and see what more they can teach me.
Morty: Oh. [Wipes tears] Oh.
Rick: Here. [Rick hands over his portal gun to Morty] I want you to have this.
Morty: Oh, wow. I... You know what, Rick? You really have changed.
Rick: Thanks, Morty. [Rick starts walking away, then turns back to Morty] I'll always be your grandpa, Morty. Just kinda... obsessed with crows now.

Rick: Oh shit! Rick and Two Crows! Kicking off my new franchise! The galaxy is our telephone wire! We'll do a thousand seasons, fourteen episodes each night, nine seconds a pop, because that's the future of viewing! Shows on your shoes! Sneakies! That's when you've got everybody's attention, when they're putting crap on their feet! That's when they wanna laugh, cry or feel anything besides a shoe going on their foot! Watch sitcoms on your sneakers! The Rick and Two Crows Show! We're gonna be laying... laying walnuts on the road for... car tires to open 'em! Y'know what I mean? Forever! Rick and Two Crows, forever!

Rickmurai Jack [5.10][edit]

Evil Morty: You sellout Mortys kill me. I'd hate you more than the Ricks you worship if there was any point. But you can't help it. You were bred for it. Wanna see?
[He transmits images into Morty's mind, revealing the Citadel of Ricks creating Mortys, either by getting Jerrys and Beths together or cloning them]
Evil Morty: You already know rogue Ricks used Mortys to hide themselves from the Citadel. But you might not know it works so well that the Citadel became its own Morty market. And I'm sure you don't know how far they've gone to help supply meat demand. Sure, Ricks could scour infinity for naturally occurring grandsons, but why bother? So much work. Such an admission of need. There aren't "infinite versions" of our grandfather, Morty - he's an infinite smear of one shitty old man. And he's attached to us infinitely through his weakness and our forgiveness. This is why we're with him... this is why we're alive.

Rick: Morty, I'm not responsible for every fucked-up Rick out there.
Evil Morty: They literally all say that. They all have that excuse. It's part of their system. None of them have to be responsible, they're all victims of themselves. "Oh, it's so hard to be a genius." Couldn't you just die?
Morty: Well, what are you doing about it?
Evil Morty: Jack shit. I'm leaving. Do you know what the Central Finite Curve is? They built a wall around infinity. They separated all the infinite universes from all the infinite universes where he's the smartest man in the universe. Every version of us has spent every version of all of our lives in one infinite crib, built around an infinite fucking baby. And I'm leaving it. That's what makes me "evil": being sick of him. If you've ever been sick of him, you've been evil too.
Morty: Rick... did you really leave the crows for me? Or did you come back because they dumped you?
[Rick closes his eyes in shame, giving no answer]
Evil Morty: There you go, kid. Now you're Evil Morty too. Sooner or later, we all are, on this side of the Curve.

[Mr. Poopybutthole turns off the TV playing the show credits.]
Mr. Poopybutthole: Woo-wee. Evil Morty. That was quite a scheme. Makes me wonder if there’s an evil me out there. But I guess sometimes I look at my life, and I may not even need him. 'Cause... well, guess I made a pretty big mess of things myself. Ooh-wee.
[He gets out of his chair and walks to the stove.]
Mr. Poopybutthole: Never got my job at the university back. Remember that? Rick made me do karate. It was kinda funny, but I guess things went downhill from there.
[He picks up a ramen package off the counter and opens it.]
Mr. Poopybutthole: Started isolating myself from Amy. Used to tell her everything I was feeling.
[He dumps the noodles into the pot on the stove.]
Mr. Poopybutthole: But then I guess I stopped.
[He picks up a photo of Amy.]
Mr. Poopybutthole: 'Cause I wanted her to love who she thought I was, not who I felt myself becoming.
[He puts the photo of Amy back down.]
Mr. Poopybutthole: Ever think about how horrified the people we love would be if they found out who we truly are? So we just dig ourselves deeper into our lies every day, [he walks back over to the stove] ultimately only hurting the people brave enough to love us.
[He pours the seasoning packet into the pot, then throws the empty packet on the floor.]
Mr. Poopybutthole: Wish I didn’t do that.
[He reaches into the sink and pulls out a fork. He turns off the stove and starts stirring the ramen.]
Mr. Poopybutthole: Wish I was brave enough to love them back. I don’t know. Maybe you should try it?
[He carries the pot over to his chair and leans against the armrest.]
Mr. Poopybutthole: We don’t have as much time as we think. Ooh-wee.


Bushworld Adventures[edit]

[Rick and Morty meet the giant coach potato Uncle Barry watching the match]
Uncle Barry: Kick the ball! Kick the bloody ball!
Rick: Uncle Barry?
Uncle Barry: Yeah, mate. That's me. And who am I speaking to?
Rick: Name's Rick. Dougie sent me. [Uncle Barry points suspiciously at Rick]
Uncle Barry: Look, I don't know who you are, but you look like a top bloke. And I know this is weird to say, but I feel a strong bond between us.
Rick: Yeah, I don't know what it is. I-I've only met you for like fifteen seconds, but it feels like fifteen years.
Uncle Barry: Grab a fucking stubby, mate. [points at Rick] You're a damn legend! [shouts out] Charlene, bring our ripper legends some stubbies and a pack of menthols!
Rick: [stoned] Sii-ck.

[after Ute Uncle Barry drops Rick and Morty off in the barren land of Bendigo]
Rick: Ahhh, Bendigo. Beautiful Bendigo.
Morty: Yeah... Bendigo.
Rick: [pleasing sigh] What do ya see round here, Morty? [Morty looks around]
Morty: I see... trees, scrubs... N-nothing, really.
Rick: [pause] So? Where's the cube? [Morty pauses for a long beat]
Morty: I don't know, you're the one who said it was in Bendigo.
Rick: What the fuck are you talkin' about, Morty? I never said that.
Morty: What do you mean? Why are we here, then?
Rick: I don't know. I was following you, Morty.

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