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!
Morty: Woahh!
Rick: ooo... Watch out for that stuff. It'll stain if it gets on your clothes, and it'll send into a murderous rage if it gets in your eyes or mouth.