Rick and Morty, Season 3

Vance Maximus:
Screw this. I'm not playing his game. I'm gonna find us a way out of here.

Rick:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on, Vance. He said you'd die if you tried to leave. That means there's booby traps.

Vance Maximus:
Why are you acting like that's not you?!

Rick:
What part of "blackout" don't you understand? I thought you drank?

Vance Maximus:
[panicking] Like cool drinking! Like sexy drinking, not this psycho trailer-park shit!

Morty:
Vance, stay calm...

Vance Maximus:
Oho, so you're the leader now because we gave you a jacket?! You're the learning-disabled kid we do photo ops with!

Morty:
Okay, ouch, but--

Vance Maximus:
[hyperventilating] Okay, okay. Th-this is triggering me. I need space. I need space... FROM THIS!

[Vance flies towards an air duct in the ceiling and tries to escape through it, only to have his upper body gruesomely torn apart by one of Rick's traps. His legs fly around the room until Crocubot blows them up]

Alan Rails:
[grabs Rick by the throat] Give me one reason why I shouldn't crush your windpipe.

Rick:
Because my epidermis is laced with a nanofiber defence mesh. [Alan receives an electric shock and gets knocked back] And because, like I said, I don't remember last night.

Alan Rails:
[to Supernova] I told you not to bring this mummified motherfucker back!

Rick:
Alan, I'm not proud of what's happening here, but if you keep coming at me, there's gonna be another passenger on that ghost train.