Rick and Morty, Season 2

Rick:
Wh-what do you think, Ice? Probably a little overdeveloped.

Ice-T:
Shit. Overdeveloped, underdeveloped, a bad song's a bag song.

Rick:
Well, do you think, maybe--? Could you give me some help with it, or--?

Ice-T:
Aw, hell no, man. You do your thing, but I can't afford to get my pride wrapped up in your shame, you know what I'm saying?

Rick:
Ice, I don't want to be a Negative Nelly or anything, but ihh-if Morty doesn't come back with my portal gun and I eat it out there, it's, uh, y'know, kind of your problem too!

Ice-T:
Pfft! I ain't worried about no Earth blowing up, man.

Rick:
What? Why not?

Ice-T:
Yo, this is why. [his body turns into a giant floating block of ice]

Rick:
What the fuck?! You can turn into ice?!

Ice-T:
My story begins at the dawn of time, in the faraway realm of Alphabetrium. There, every being is a letter of the alphabet. But I was frozen and exiled to the cosmos by my elders as punishment for not caring enough about anything. Earth is just one of my many stops on a lifelong journey with no destination. So you better believe I don't care if it blows up. Because I'll just be ice floating through space, like a comet!

Rick:
Take it from me, Ice. Youuu can't just eh-float around space not caring about stuff forever.

Ice-T:
Pssh! Man, watch me. Good luck, Rick. [blasts away through the ceiling like a rocket]