Character: Rick Sanchez. Page 1

- Rick, why did you lie to your daughter?
- Not to go here.
- Why you don't want to be here?
Because I do not respect the therapy, because I'm a scientist. Because I live in that invent, create and destroy. I change the world if what I do not like it. A visit to the office in the shopping center with the purpose of communication with the Ambassador of typicality, which explains the meaning of the words, never helped. Perhaps helping people to relax and to stop panicking, but it's a warehouse *burp* mind the animals that we eat. And I do not need it. I'm not a cow. I'm a cucumber! When I want to be...

Park in a handicapped spot, Morty. Here all who have less than eight limbs are considered to be disabled.

- Rick, you seem to be saying that you need my urgent assistance in the adventure somewhere. Whatever, even if we die.
- Not said, but if you're really alienated, I am ready to use it, like any man, the Church, the army or Olympic gymnastics coach.

To live means to risk everything. Otherwise, you're just a sluggish bunch of randomly assembled molecules floating on the current of the Universe.

You know, the way we die. Alone.

- That is, a planet produces electricity for you? It's slavery!
- This society. They work with each other, earn money, build houses, build a family, have children who then stand in the place of those who are too old to work.
Is the same slavery, just complicated!
- Ulala, someone will get in College.

- And you're here for what?
For all.

Sometimes science is more art than science. Many people don't realize this.

- Do you happen to have some sort of crazy science stuff that you could do on an ambulance to collect to make this dog posmyshlenney?
- I always thought that the whole point of having a dog is to feel superior.

You know, I don't want to kill.
- It's just robots Morty! In robots you can shoot.
(Morty shoots one in the leg)
[- He shot my foot!
Glen's bleeding! Urgently inform his wife and children!]
- They're not robots, Rick!
- It was a figure of speech, Morty. They're bureaucrats. I don't respect them.

You know what I think about school, Jerry? It's a waste of time. A bunch of people running all around and bumps into each other, some dude stands in front and says: "two plus Two..." and the people in the back say "Four." And then the bell rings and they give you a carton of milk and a piece of paper that says that you can go take a shit or something. I mean, it's not a place for smart people, Jerry.

A wedding is a funeral cake.

Wow, where are we, Rick?
- Morty, remember, 8 seconds ago, you said, "Inside what?" and I said, "Inside the battery"? Then we got here, and I said, "Wow, how unexpected! I never expected this, Morty, what a mess?!"...
Okay, we are inside the battery, I understand, don't needle.

- Rick, luminous cobbles have no place in the kitchen trash!
- Your genes and the unemployed have no place in my grandchildren, Jerry, but life is full of exceptions...