Drunk Rick: Congrats! You did it-- it!
Morty: It was a bit. All of the descriptors apply to all of you. Drunk Rick's point is that none of you are very special or different.  That's always his point.
Supernova: Let's just get through this as quickly as possible. Then, we'll deal with the two of you.
Morty: The two of us?!  I hope you're proud of yourself!
Rick: Uh, I kind of am. I saved the goddamn universe.
Morty: That's not the issue, Rick!
Rick: Ahh, it would've been if I hadn't.