Rick and Morty is an American adult animated science-fiction sitcom created by Justin Roiland and Dan Harmon for Cartoon Network’s late night programming block Adult Swim. The series follows the misadventures of cynical mad scientist Rick and his fretful, easily influenced grandson Morty, who split their time between domestic family life and interdimensional adventures. Roiland voices the series’ eponymous characters, with the voice talent of Chris Parnell, Spencer Grammer, and Sarah Chalke providing the rest of the family. It premiered on December 2, 2013.
The series originated from an animated short parody film of Back to the Future created by Roiland for film festival Channel 101. Adult Swim approached Harmon for television show ideas, and he and Roiland developed the program based on the short, replacing the characters of Doc with Rick and Marty with Morty. In January 2014, the series was renewed for a second season which premiered on July 26, 2015. In August 2015, Adult Swim renewed the series for a 14-episode third season, which premiered unannounced on April 1, 2017, with the rest of the season scheduled to air during the summer. The show has received universal critical acclaim for its originality, creativity, and humor.
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Morty: Well, he's not a villain Summer, but he shouldn't be your hero. He's more like a demon, or a super fucked up god. Council of Ricks Councilman: Let's not suck the ghost of his dick too hard.
Birdperson: In bird culture, this is considered a dick move. Morty: All of Rick's moves are dick moves!
Mr. Meeseeks: Ooohhh yeah! Can do!
Rick: And awaayyy we go!
Butter Robot: What is my purpose? Rick: You pass butter. [Butter Robot looks dejected] Butter Robot: Oh my god... Rick: Yeah, welcome to the club pal.
Rick: And.. and, and... I'll go out and I'll find some more of that Mulan Szechuan teriyaki dipping sauce, Morty! Morty: What are you talking about? Rick: Because that... that's what this is all about! That's my one-armed man! I'm not driven by avenging my dead family, Morty! That was fake! I'm driven by finding that…
Summer: Are you kidding me? I don't even know why she's here. Rick: Oooh, not cool Summer. This is a party, everyone should be welcome. [Abradolf Lincler busts through the living room wall] Rick: Oh great. Who invited Abradolf Lincler? Summer: I thought everyone was welcome? Rick: It's not the same Summer. Lincler is a crazed maniac.…
Summer: What do you mean you're having a party? Are some Glip Glops from the third dimension going to come over and play cards or something? Rick: Glip Glop? You're lucky a Traflorkian doesn't hear you say that. Summer: Is that like their n-word? Rick: It's like the n-word and the c-word had a baby,…
[ramp extends from spaceship] Rick: Wait for the ramp, Morty. They love the ramp. It really gets their dicks hard. When they see this ramp, just slowly extending down. [ramp finishes extending] Rick: Greetings! [whispers to Morty while flipping off crowd] Rick: Morty, you gotta flip them off. I told them it means peace among…
Rick: Good one Morty. Excuse me. Bartender. Can you make me a dumb grandson pep talk? It's one part lame advice about stuff you know nothing about, and a lot of vodka. Bartender: Mhm... I have a lot of vodka. Rick: Then I'll take one of those, I don't need the rest. Morty: God, whatever…
Squanchy: Rick Sanchez, you psycho bag of squanch! Rick: Hey, what's up Squanchy. Morty and Summer: Hey Squanchy. Squanchy: Morty. Summer. And you must be Beth. [kisses hand] Squanchy: On squanche. Beth: Your language has the word "squanch" in it a lot. Doesn't that become tedious and worn out like the Smurf thing? Rick: Beth, Squanchy…
Courier Flap: Would you like to RSVP or send a gift? Rick: No, weddings are basically funerals with cake. If I wanted to watch someone throw their life away I'd hang out with Jerry all day. Courier Flap: Affirmative, returning to sender.
Chief: You're a good detective. But not good enough because of your baby legs. So I'm partnering you up with regular legs. Regular Legs: Hey there. Baby Legs: Detective, umm this is upsetting to me because I feel like I don't need no regular legged partner. Chief: Baby Legs, don't talk back to me. Good…
Rick: That's why you party? Boy, you really are 17. Summer: Why do you party? Rick: To get riggity wrecked, son!
Rick: Well, scientifically speaking, traditions are an idiot thing.
Rick: Lick Lick Lick My Balls! Ahahaha, yeah! I say that all the time!
Rick: I know the two of you are very different from each other in a lot of ways. But you have to understand, that as far as grandpa's concerned, you're both pieces of shit. Yeah, I can prove it mathematically. Actually, let me grab my whiteboard. This has been a long time coming anyway.
Rick: These telepathic bastards, they embed themselves in memories, and they use those to multiply and take over planets. Morty: Steve wasn't real? Rick: He's a real piece of shit.
Rick: We're gonna have to go through interdimensional customs. Sooo you're gonna have to do me a real solid. Morty: Uh oh. Rick: When we get to customs, I'm gonna need you to take these seeds into the bathroom and I'm gonna need you to put 'em wayyyyy up inside your butthole. Morty: My butt? Rick: Put 'em wayyy…
Floating Head: I like what you got. Good job.
Morty: Well then, get your shit together. Get it all together. And put it in a backpack. All your shit. So it's together. [exits room] [pokes head back into room] Morty: And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, you know, take it to the shit store and sell it... Or put it in a…