Justin Roiland credited as playing...
Rick • Morty
- Rick: The first rule of space travel, kids, is always check out distress beacons. Nine out of ten times it's a ship full of dead aliens and a bunch of free shit! One out of ten times it's a deadly trap, but... I'm ready to roll those dice!
- Rick: Don't waste your brain on those weirdos, Unity. They're no different from any of the aimless chumps that you occupy. They just put you at the center of their lives because you're powerful. And then, because they put you there, they want you to be less powerful. Never gonna happen though, right?
- [a heartbroken Rick is outside a heavily guarded base attempting to make contact with his alien hive-mind significant other, who just dumped him]
- Rick: Unity! Unity! Unity!
- Beta 7: How can I assist you?
- Rick: I wanna talk to - urp! - Unity, Beta-7! I know it's in there.
- Beta 7: You're classified as a hostile entity and Unity doesn't wanna talk to you.
- Rick: I know your game, Beta-7! I've met a billion of you, you little on-deck, in the wing, shoulder to cry on!
- Beta 7: You. Are classified. As a hostile. Entity.
- Rick: Oh, you're just lovin' this, motherf-! This isn't gonna shake out like you think, pal! Unity's not into other hive-minds! It's gonna suck you in and use you up and a month from now I'm gonna be making out with all of you in a bunch of red wigs! Unity! Unity! Unity, I know you can hear me! Get out here!
- Beta 7: Weapons systems engaged.
- Rick: Oh, in your dreams you have weapons systems!
- Morty: Rick, you said we were going to a movie!
- Rick: We are, Morty! Alright, Beta-Shit-7! You just got saved by the bell, bitch!
- Summer: Grandpa Rick, we're not leaving without you.
- Rick: Oh, my god, you guys. I get it. You're afraid the big, bad hive mind is gonna steal your grandpa away.
- Summer: Actually, no. I think Unity's great, and you're a horrible influence on IT.
- Rick: What?
- Morty: This isn't healthy, Rick. You know, you're really up to no good around here at this place, you know?
- Summer: You and Unity are like -- like leggings and mid-calf boots. You think you're great together, but you're just bringing out the worst in each other.
- Rick: Oh, gee. Boy, Summer. Well put.