Jerry: How is my son supposed to pass his classes if you keep dragging him off for a high concept Sci Fi rigmarole?
Zigerian: This is going to be such a Mindfuck!
Giant Lawyer: These tiny people were never read their Giant Rights! And so they are Free Fi Fo Fum to go home! What? I was deconstructing that thing we say, as Giants! Nobody got that?
Jerry: Sometimes small True-True different than da big True-True...
Morty: Was that a Movie or does it Clean Stuff?
Morty: Booyah! Who wants to be my Pussy of a Dad today?
Beth: [Morty Jnr's book is called "My Terrible Father"] It's a thankless task, Morty. You did the best you could.
Morty: ...I hope he's eating enough.
Rick: Stay where you are, Jerry, the Killbots are live and I've taken you off the whitelist.
Jerry: Your Mother's Lawyer says that if I can win enough in the settlement then he can help me sue for full custody!
Mr Goldenfold: Not my fault this is happening.
Summer: What kind of God would let this happen?
Jerry: Beth, it's him or me!
Therapist: Oh wow, look at this family go!
[swings a fist]
Therapist: You're talking like a bunch of Pros.
Rick: There's nothing dishonest going on here, now slap on these antennae these people need to think we're aliens.
Jerry: I guess we really learned something today.
Summer: No we didn't, Dad. No we didn't.
Rick: Run Morty! That asshole's willing to risk everything he has in order to defeat me! He's Psychotic!
Summer: [Therapy] Someday I hope to be seen as someone who just likes to get High...
Summer: Drummer drum-drum-drum drum drum! Christmas Drum, played by a boy!
Aspiring Writer: If you intend to kill me, I only ask that you make it quick...
