Rick: Shut Up, Amish Cyborg!
Jerry: I remember it differently.
Rick: Fuck this noise.
Rick: Nobody gets me...
Rick: Nothing you think matters, matters.
All the Mr Meeseekses: Meeseeks!
Mr Meeseeks's Hostage: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
Cute Purple Blobby Alien: Ah, hell no, dawg! You know me, I'm just tryna...
[Crushed to Death]
Abradolph Lincler: Mein journey ist over.
Summer: Dad, get a job! You're trying to create drama because you're bored.
Rick: Therapists, man.
Beth: Weird Breed.
Snuffles: Bow-wow-wow bow-wow!
Summer: Aw, he's saying "I love lasagna"!
Rick: You know what, Morty? That was all a test. An elaborate test to make you more assertive.
Morty: Really?
Rick: Yeah, whatever.
[Falls asleep]
Neutrino Bomb: Countdown alert!
Rick: So any of your Scientists working on anything New?
Microverse President: Yes. That is what they are supposed to do.
Rick: No, I mean like a tiny Universe?
Jerry: But this Pitch was tested! In a very expensive simulation!
Colleague: Then it was a Bad Simulation!
[Jerry leaves]
Colleague: Honestly, I mean, how does a guy like that go home and sleep with his wife?
Jerry: [Headward, Free to Rise] I have a hairpin in my cheek but I don't know what to do with it!
Rick: Trade Secret, Mr President. Disintegration Ray on my Watch. Snake Holster strapped to the leg.
Obama: Ha! I love this guy!
Mr Meeseeks: A Meeseeks isn't supposed to live this long! It's getting weird!
Stickler Mr Meeseeks: I'm something of a Stickler Meeseeks...
Dad: Maybe we should just play Yatzee.
