The Ricks Must Be Crazy

Summer: Oh, my God. Oh, God. What are we going to do now?

Rick's Computer: I am unable to destroy this army. To clarify, I am quite able to destroy this army, but you will not permit it.

Summer: Correct.

Rick's Computer: You also refuse to authorize emotional countermeasures.

Summer: If you're talking about the melting ghost babies, yes, please, no more of that.

Rick's Computer: Confirmed. I am currently constructing a security measure in compliance with your parameters, but I do want to say, you are not making this easy.

Summer: You know you're kind of a dick, right?

Rick's Computer: My function is to "keep Summer safe", not "keep Summer being, like, totally stoked about, like, the general vibe, and stuff". That's you, that's how you talk.