Character: Rick Sanchez

- God, I though I was rich? M-m-maybe, at least I sold and traded with vitamins?
- Rick, I've been on p*rnhave to know what it looks like Studio apartment.

- Rick, I'm dying. I see black mountain.
In fact, a dying people buzzing about it non-stop.
Really?
- No idea. Usually around me all die faster.

Oh, the puncture of the tire.
- As the tire puncture at all possible in space, Rick?
- Apparently from a sharp object in space, Morty.

You can't just BL***, apologize!
- Okay, Beth, I'm sorry that you think you deserve an apology.

- Hi, I'm Rick K-22. This is my Morty. We travel through realities and ask the Peaks to make donations to Fund the reconstruction of the Citadel of Ricks.
- What are you, stupid? We were done with the Citadel of Ricks. I voosche never supported, so I killed all the bosses and left the Citadel to rot.
Oh, that was you.
- First they tried to kill him.
- That damn. Well, we have good news - there is no Council anymore.
- He knows that. He's killed them.
- Want to upset her Morty?
- Every day.
Fund the reconstruction of the Citadel of Ricks. Not...
- Morty, he did not sacrifice. Are you trying to push the "Bal Secret Police" black teenager.

Welcome to the darkest year of our travels. And the first difference - no father, Morty. He threatened to hand me over to the government. That's why I got rid of it and the government. I replaced both of them and actually became the main family and the universe. Your mother wouldn't let me come home, come I without you and your sister. Now you know the real reason of your salvation. I just took the family, Morty. If you tell this mother or sister, I'll deny it. And they will be on my side. Because I'm a hero, Morty! You'll have to do what I tell you, Morty! Always! And-and-and I got this alanskogo Szechuan teriyaki sauce, Morty. So in this -- in this whole thing, Morty. This is my "one-Armed man"!
I am motivated not by the death of my family, Morty. It's all a lie!. Now I'm looking for a Sichuan sauce. I need this sauce, Morty. If nine seasons Morty, it is my story arc. I need my sauce, my Sichuan Morty. Nine seasons, and I get my Sichuan sauce. Another 97 years, Morty! I want this sauce to the nuggets, Morty!

- P*hell, Beth, if one of you alive, you are my daughter, if alive, we don't beat the other, she is just a clone, it's not worth it. I'm coming, baby.
- Here g*VNA piece.

- Come on, Morty. The universe is crazy and chaotic place.
Is you mad and chaotic!

- Why was I created?
- To transfer the oil!
- Oh, my God...
- Welcome to the club, PAL.

- Will help with homework?
Yeah, just don't do it.

In the liver technical works, Ruban has been through a lot, don't judge.

I'm ready for it. Be good, Morty, be a better man than I... EPT, the SECOND COLLAR! I'm not ready yet! I'm not ready yet! Lord God, let me live! My God, there he is! I have to fix it! Lord Almighty! Please, Lord, hear my prayer!... Yes! Fuck you, God! Not today, bitch!

Am I that bad?
Worse. You're smart. When you realize the futility of existence and the universe falls at your feet. But the universe is like. In essence the universe are animals. They feed on mediocrity, give rise to an infinity of idiots to feed people like your friend Timmy..
Tommy.
- It doesn't matter now, sweetheart. People with brains have all the chances to conquer the reality. But the point is that it will always be kick and eventually shoot you. The only way it works...