Nathan: DIIIIEEEE!!!!
President: Why didn’t he turn into a snake?
Rick: Trade secret, Mr. President. Particle beam in a wristwatch… snake holster on the leg.
President: I love this man!
Ice-T: Magnesium-J, Hydrogen-F. Father.
Ice-T: I have changed. I am ready to rejoin my brethren on Alphabetrium.
Rick: Don't worry about Jerry. He's gonna be fine.You hear me Jerry? You're gonna be fine!