- Blim Blam: Um, first of all, hello. Uh, my name is Blim Blam the Korblok. Second of all, cards on the table, I'm a murderer that eats babies, and I came to this planet to eat babies. However, I am also carrying a highly infectious disease that I suppose you could call "Space-AIDS" as you put it. And Rick did chain me up so that he could attempt to cure it. At the same time, Rick's motivation to cure my disease was not to save my life or anyone else's, but to patent and sell the cure for billions of Blemflarcks. But you know the reason why I ripped my chains out of the wall? And do you know why I'm never coming back to this planet? Because the two of you are the FUCKING WORST! You both hate yourselves and each other, and the idea that it has anything to do with Rick is laughable. I'd laugh, but I'm biologically incapable - that's how alien I am. And even I'm sitting here listening to the two of you and being like, "What the fuck?" So, good luck with your shitty marriage, and tell Rick I'm sorry he has to deal with either of you. Blim Blam out!
- 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!
- Summer: [addressing Rick] 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.
- Unity: [Through a series of handwritten notes, each with a different voice] Rick, forgive me for doing this in notes; I'm not strong enough to do it in persons. I realize now that I'm attracted to you for the same reason I can't be with you: you can't change. And I have no problem with that, but it clearly means I have a problem with myself. I'm sure there's no perfect version of me. I'm sure I'll just unify species after species and never really be complete. But I know how it goes with us. I lose who I am and become part of you. Because in a strange way, you're better at what I do without even trying. Yours, and nobody else's, -Unity. PS: I don't know where those coal miners were before they were assimilated. You might want to get checked.
- 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: Unity, I'm sorry. I didn't know freedom meant people doing stuff that sucks. I was thinking more of a 'choose your own cellphone carrier' thing