- Beth Smith: I was traumatized, Summer; okay, your generation wouldn't get that.
- Summer Smith: Bitch, my generation gets traumatized for breakfast!
- Rick Sanchez: Come on, I-I-I put real elbow grease into this place.
- Beth Smith: Well, you're supposed to put elbow grease into your daughter!
- Rick Sanchez: Gross.
- Summer Smith: Wow, Dad. Your place looks way less like a crackhouse.
- Morty Smith: It's actually clean, like a cocaine house. Dad, what's going on?
- Beth Smith: Am I evil?
- Rick Sanchez: Worse, you're smart. When you know nothing matters, the universe is yours. And I've never met a universe that was into it. The universe is basically an animal. It grazes on the ordinary.
- [Rick has just shown Beth that Froopyland isn't dangerous]
- Rick Sanchez: Yeah, whatever. A dad makes a toilet look like R2-D2, and it breaks the front page of Reddit, but I'm Charles Manson because I gave you your own world instead of an iPad. I think the words you're looking for are...
- [Suddenly, a pterodactyl-like creature swoops down, grabs Rick by the left arm, and starts to fly away with him]
- Rick Sanchez: Augh! Holy f*****g s**t! This thing has claws!
- Beth Smith: Yeah, I get it. It's a child-proof world.
- Rick Sanchez: No, no, seriously! This hurts really bad! This thing is sinking razor-sharp claws in... augh! S**t!
- [Rick is carried off by pterodactyl]
- Beth Smith: You've made you point, Dad... Dad?
- Jerry Smith: Morty, Summer, this is Kiara. She's a Krootabulan warrior princess... from Krootabulon.
- Morty Smith: I know where Krootabulans are from, Dad.
- [addressing Kiara]
- Morty Smith: Chiman Tolo.
- Keara: Chiman Tolo, younglings.
- Summer Smith: Hymen cholo...
- [Rick is explaining why he and other Ricks created Froopylands for their Beths]
- Rick Sanchez: You know why all Ricks made a Froopyland for all their little girls. The same reason I wasn't surprised by Tommy's over-written, badly-structured, cheaply-produced flashback. You were a scary fucking kid, man.
- Beth Smith: [aghast] Oh, my God...
- Rick Sanchez: I didn't make Froopyland to get rid of you, Beth. I did it to protect the neighborhood. Not in a
- [burp]
- Rick Sanchez: noble sense, it was just more practical to sequester you before I had to start, you know, cloning a replacement for every less-than-polite little boy or gullible animal that might cross your socio-path.
- Beth Smith: You would rather believe I'm evil than admit that you were a bad father?
- Rick Sanchez: Oh, dude, no... no. Bad father all the way to the max over here. I'm a fucking nutcase. And the acorn plops straight down, baby. Look at some of the shit you were asking me to make you as a kid:
- [pulls out a box full of Beth's childhood toys]
- Rick Sanchez: ray guns, a whip that forces people to like you, invisibility cuffs, a parent trap, a lightning gun, a teddy bear with anatomically-correct innards, night-vision googly-eye glasses, sound-erasing sneakers, false fingerprints, fall-asleep darts, a lie-detecting doll, an indestructible baseball bat, a Taser shaped like a ladybug, a fake police badge, location-tracking stickers, rainbow-colored duct tape, mind-control hair clips, poison gum, a pink sentient switchblade.
- Sentient Switchblade: [Rick opens switchblade] Hi, Beth! You've gotten taller! Shall we resume stabbing?
- Jerry Smith: [In reference to Keara's breasts] I'm sure you noticed what she has three of, but guess what she has two of?