Character: Morty Smith

Well, then deal with your shit! Collect it and put it in your backpack! All the shit - collect it in a heap!
And if you need to put it all somewhere, take it to a store and sell it, or take it to the Museum! I don't care what you do to him! Just deal with it! Deal with your shit!

- 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.

- 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.

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

- And also, knock next time, okay? I mean, I'm sitting here, I'm 14, I have a computer, you know?
- Oh, I think I understand.
- You're playing with fire when you burst in here like this.
- I understood not a word.
- You know, one day you can see something.
- I got it! Got it! Good night!

- Do you know how much of the code you just broke?
- Oh, no, damn it! What do I know about what you know?

- 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.

- Should I stop? You drink coffee, or we will Plesner water on your face...
No no, if I wanted to be sober, I would not drink.

You know, parents are just children, who have children.

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.

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.

And yet, dad, knock next time, okay? I mean, I'm sitting here with the computer, I am 14... you know?