Rick and Morty, Season 2

Tiny Rick:
Hey, what's up, Summer? Ooh, nice top.

Summer:
Thanks. Tiny Rick, you think you might be getting back into your old body tonight?

Tiny Rick:
No can do. Tonight's the big dance, and Morty's bringing Jessica. He needs his tiny wingman! [high-fives Morty]

Both:
Tiny Rick! [Morty laughs]

Summer:
Okay, but if not tonight, when?

Tiny Rick:
I dunno. When I feel like it?

Morty:
Damn, girl! You need to chill out! This whole thing was your idea in the first place, and now you're tryin' to rush it along.

Tiny Rick:
Yeah, and y'know what? I like high school. I like hangin' out. I'm Tiny Rick!

Summer:
But what if the you that likes it isn't you?

Both:
[beat, laugh out loud] Oh, Summer!

Morty:
It's just Rick in a younger body! What's the-what's-what's-what's... what's the problem?

Summer:
Look at his art, Morty!

Tiny Rick:
I've got an emo streak. It's part of what makes me so rad.

Summer:
Why does it say "Help me Morty and Summer!"?!

Tiny Rick:
[crumbles, throws paper] Come on, Summer, that's just the title of the art. Why was Knight Rider called Knight Rider? The car's name was KITT. Nobody rode Michael Knight. You're overthinkin' it, Summer. I'm Tiny Rick!!

Summer:
Grandpa, I think that when you put your mind into this body's young brain, it did what young brains do—it shoved the bad thoughts into the back and put a large wall around them. But those bad thoughts are the real Rick. The fact that you're old, the fact that we're all going to die one day, the fact that the universe is so big, nothing in it matters—those facts are who you are! So you're trapped in there and you can only come out in the form of Tiny Rick's teen angst!

Tiny Rick:
Well, Summer, I hear Toby Matthews isn't into psycho chicks. Can't think of anyone that is. I'll see you motherfuckas at the dance! Tiny Rick!

Summer:
Morty, you have to help me!

Morty:
Summer, he's happy! I'm happy! I-I-Is that why you're doing this?! You don't want me and Rick to be happy?!

Summer:
No!

Morty:
Well, then get your shit together! Get it all together and put it in a backpack—all your shit, so it's together. [leaves, then comes back] And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, you know? Take it to the shit store and sell it, o-or put it in a shit museum. I don't care what you do! You just gotta get it together! [leaves, then comes back again] Get your shit together. [leaves]