Mr Meeseeks: Your failures are your own, Old Man!
Plutonian: The young eat the old if you let them, Jerry.
Jerry: It's possible we've been correlating some things that weren't related at all.
Jerry: I can't leave now! Everybody hates me!
Rick: Ball Fondlers?
Summer: I could go for some Ball Fondlers.
Beth: Tommy's still in there raping Muppets and eating babies!
Tommy: Next item on the docket: I would like to have sex with some of you and then eat the babies. Yes, I thought you'd like that. I do keep rolling out the hits, don't I?
Rick: I'm not paying 70 Smidgeons for a Broken Defrackulator!
Rick: Oh, boy. Morty, time to go!
Morty: Where?
Rick: The Pentagon. Well, not The Pentagon. The lame one here on Earth...
Rick: That's Planning for Failure, Morty. Even dumber than regular planning. Balls.
Rick: Genius happens in the moment, Morty.
Rick: Keep your hands off your Dingdong! It's the only way we can speak freely!
Rick: Preying Mantises are the opposite of Voles, Morty. They decapitate and eat their mates after mating, Morty. There's no love there at all...
Snuffles: [tethers a human in a plan for World Domination] I guess she's saying "I love lasagna"...
Principal Vagina: Don't let the name fool you, I am very much In Charge.
Beth: Jerry's going to spend some time Divorced.
Morty: You people are the fucking worst, your Gods are a lie, fuck you, fuck Nature and fuck Trees!
[Teleports out of there]
Zeep: You're here because you created someone smarter than you.
Morty: Pirates of the Pancreas?
Rick: You got a problem with that?
Jerry: This Holiday is supposed to be about Humanity!
Morty: I thought it was about being born Half-God or something...
