Pickle Rick: I don't think so. See you soon.
Agency Director: Is the helicopter here?
Agency Director: Tell them we were robbed.
Agency Director: Farewell, Solen'ya.
Pickle Rick: Well, my daughter is about five away, and I've got about eight to live.
Pickle Rick: Oh, well, uh, she knows. I mean, we don't really buy into that kind of crap, to the extent that love is an expression of familiarity over time, my access to infinite timelines precludes the necessity of attachment. In fact, I even abandoned one of my infinite daughters in an alternate version of earth that was taken over by mutants.
Pickle Rick: Huh? Uh, no. No, nope, sorry about that. Nope, just me. Yeesh!