Morty: Don't run. Nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybody's gonna die. Come watch TV.
Therapist: Why didn't you want to come here?
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 some rented office in a strip mall to listen to an Agent of Averageness explain which words mean which feelings has
ever helped anyone do anything. I expect it's helped a lot of people get comfortable and stop panicking, which is a state of mind 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...
Rick: When Smart people get happy they stop recognising themselves.
Rick: Stop digging for hidden layers and be impressed! I'm a Pickle!
Morty Jnr: I'd rather breathe poison than live another day with you!
[He can breathe fine]
Morty Jnr: My Life has Been a Lie! God is dead! The Government is Lame! Thanksgiving is about killing Indians! Jesus's birthday wasn't on Christmas, they moved the date, it was a Pagan Holiday!
Rick: Sometimes Science is More Art than Science, Morty. A lot of people don't get that.
Summer: Is that a real question?
Jerry: Just making conversation
Summer: Are you? What part of that gives me anything to work with? My choices are to say nothing, be sarcastic, or bark "Yes!" like a trained animal. It's not a conversation, you're holding me verbally hostage.
Rick: You're going to play that move? You have a Holiday called Ricksgiving! Kids learn about me at School!
Zeep: I dropped out of School, it's not a place for smart people.
Morty: Oooh, snap!
Rick: Good pitches, kids, I'm almost proud. But watch closely as Grandpa topples an Empire by changing a 1 to a 0.
Insectoid 1: Mr President, the Blemphlark's value just dropped to nothing!
Insectoid 2: What do you mean?
Insectoid 1: I mean our single centralised Galactic Currency just went from being worth one of itself to being worth zero of itself.
Insectoid 2: Calm down people! Deploy the Galactic Militia and declare Martial Law.
Insectoid 3: Yes sir! What shall I pay them with?
Insectoid 4: Their payment will be the honour they feel to serve... wait a minute, who's paying me to yell at this guy?
Insectoid 1: I can answer that, for money!
Insectoid 2: Gentlemen! There's a solution here you're not seeing.
[Shoots himself]
Rick: 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 some of it goes to powering my engine and charging 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 get married and have children to replace themselves when they're too old to make power.
Morty: That just sounds like Slavery with extra steps!
Rick: Ooh la la! Someone's going to get laid in College...