Chief: Well done, Babylegs, you've learned a valuable lesson about teamwork and accepting your own limitations. Now get the fuck out!
Rick: Fun is fun. But who needs it?
TopHat Jones: [disembowled] AH! Why would you want to eat that? It's covered in my stomach acids! Oh, Spirits take me towards the Light! I SEE DEMONS!
Teleconference Chairman: We were thinking: "What does a Pancreas do? Does it produce Pirates? No, it produces insulin..."
Morty: Selling a gun is the same as pulling the trigger!
Rick: It's also the same as doing nothing. If Krombopulous wants someone dead badly enough, he'll find a way.
Dad: It's alright! The TV says that there's nothing to worry about.
News Announcer: The Giant Naked Sky Santa has Exploded...
Rick: Negative Visualisation, Jerry, it kind of explains a lot about where you're at.
Rick: I see what's going on here, you're both young and uncertain about your place in the Universe.
Scary Terry: Sex is Sacred!
Scroopy Noopers: YOU CAN'T KILL THE TRUTH!
Mr Meeseeks: We accomplish nothing by shedding Meeseeks Blood!
Fart: Goodbye Moonman! Goodbye Moonman!
Rick: I'm sorry, Summer, your opinion means very little to me.
Mr Meeseeks: [cutest voice ever] Remember to Square your Shoulders, Jerry!
Rick: [drunk, flying his craft] I had to do it, Morty, I had to make a bomb.
Morty: Oooh! A bomb?
Rick: Gonna drop it down there, Morty. Get a fresh start.
Rick: Oh I say, Good Sir! Harumph! A-pop-a-dop-a...
Morty: Just because you hate your own writing doesn't make me a bad person!
Morty Jnr: It's semiautobiographical. All writing is.
MantisVet: That's stupid!
Jerry: Look where being smart got ya.
