All the Mr Meeseekses: Aw, come on!
Jerry: Hey, I have a marriage to keep together. Right now my Golf Swing is more your problem than mine.
Beth: He doesn't need anything from anyone.
Therapist: You admire him for that.
Beth: It's better than making your problems other people's problems.
Rick: I don't have time for you to wrap your little walnut around everything.
Reuben the Homeless Mall Santa: My story begins with the Dot Com Crash of the early 90s...
Rick: You want me to show my Math? Are you the Scientist or the kid who wanted to get laid?
Gearhead: And the Gears they turned for a thousand years until the dark day that they stopped...
Mr Meeseeks's Mr Meeseeks: I can't take this any more! I just want to die!
Mr Meeseeks: We all want to die! We're Meeseeks!
Jerry: If you weren't being such an Evangelical Atheist, you might start enjoying yourself.
Summer: My Generation gets Traumatised for Breakfast.
Jerry: I guess I'm just everyone in this Family's toilet paper.
Rick: You're going to have to harness your repressed rage.
Morty: I don't have any!
Rick: Spoken like someone with repressed rage...
Obama: Some sort of Alien Gewgaw has infested the Kennedy Sex Tunnels...
Presidentress of the Mega-Gargantuans: We named ourselves before we found out we were small.
Rick: How do you feel about all the people who are getting killed today because of your choices?
Mortybot: Aw, Jeez, my Sister died in the Spaghetti!
Robot: I have processed that you are depressed and have prescribed antidepressants compliments of the Galactic Federation.
Jerry: I feel better.
Robot: Your debt is 7000 FedCredits, report to the Ministry of Employment and you will be assigned a function.
Jerry: Honey, I got a job!
Rick: They're the writers of their own press releases, Morty.
Rick: Check the Engine Room! We just need Caesium, Plutonic Quarks and Bottled Water!
Frank: Now I'm going to cut you, because my Family's Rich!
[frozen by Rick]
