Pre-battle 1: This mask I wear represents my superior battling skills to others of my race. You will not win against a true master like me.
Pre-battle 2: My people despise this pointless Morty craze. It is a distraction from the interdimensional war against evil. Let's get this over and done with quickly so I can return to issues that bear actual significance.
Pre-battle 3: My people nominated me to represent our race in this stupid Morty fad. I cannot let them down. I will not lose to you, Rick.
Post-battle: Gah! I'm an insult to my own people. They will never allow me to return home.
Pre-battle 1: Hey, Rick! I think I'm getting the hang of Morty battling. Go easy though, nobody likes a bad sport.
Pre-battle 2: Oh! Hi, Rick. I wasn't expecting to battle against family. But let's have a bit of fun while we're both here!
Pre-battle 3: Hey, Rick! I'm really getting into this! Please, let's keep this between us though, okay? I don't want Beth getting involved too, you know how competitive she can be.
Post-battle: No! Morty... Moooorttyyy!!! Rick, you took that battle way too seriously.
Pre-battle 1: This is so much fun! My Mortys are just the best. They feel like family already. I'm so jealous you get to be related for real. Shall we let them play together?
Pre-battle 2: I was just chatting with my Mortys. They're so darn funny! I know they moan a bit before battle, but I can see how much they enjoy it after the first few rounds.
Post-battle: Ah, Rick, I'm sorry my Mortys didn't put up much of a fight. I'm sure they will try harder next time.
Pre-battle 1: I've got my eye on you, Rick. No funny business, okay? Let's play by the rules.
Pre-battle 2: I have just rememberd, I left the stove on. Let's have one quick battle, then I must get home pronto.
Post-battle: Wow, my Mortys are useless. I think I'll release them and find some new ones.
Pre-battle 1: I've given more attention to my Mortys than I have to my own kids. If you think you're a more dedicated trainer than me, you are very much mistaken.
Pre-battle 2: My Mortys call me Mom. You'll never have that bond, Rick. They will never love you like mine love me. They won't let Mother down this time.
Post-battle: How dare you, Rick!? My poor little Mortys, all dazed and confused. You'll be hearing from my lawyer!
Pre-battle 1: Yo yo yo, Rick! What you doin' in my hood? Think you can walk around here like a free man? I think not!
Pre-battle 2: Blarble starble, if it's not Rick the Schmick! I hear you think you can go all the way. Well, I'm here to put a stop to that.
Post-battle: Oh hell, Rick! No need to get all up in my grill. Get out of here!
Pre-battle 1: Zoo Snisserchoops choops Prrr Rrick n Rrick-orty butter!!
The items the trainers use in battle and the rewards once you defeat them are random.
Pre-battle: Assimilate my lower supportive ectodermal layer, man.
Post-battle: Ay, chuba chuba.
Pre-battle: There’s no Morty pusher in the local cluster as swift and alkaline as Glorgan Machio.
Post-battle: My regurgitative ducts overflow, bloated with the shame of losing to a warm blood.
Pre-battle: My gestational surrogate pod said to knock you out, so I’m gonna knock you out.
Post-battle: They’re never going to allow me back into the hive now! Not after losing to you...
Pre-battle: We Humoxies are unable to feel the same emotions as a human. However, battling Mortys gives us an insight into the pain your species revels in. I wish to demonstrate this emotion of "pain" upon your Mortys.
Post-battle: Did you see that, Rick? With every hit they scream out with joy. Oh, how they love it.
Pre-battle: I watch my Mortys battle so that I might experience true emotions. I want you to make me feel, Rick. Please, show them the cruel truths of this world.
Post-battle: Yes, that’s it, Rick. Take in their misery. Feel that sweet sensation wash over you.
Pre-battle: I hoped you would make it this far, Rick. I look forward to absorbing your pain when I defeat you. I won't hold back, Rick. I will make you beg to save your Mortys.
Post-battle: You have proven you revel in the darkness like us, Rick. Detach yourself from your feelings and you may yet save this world.
Pre-battle: Woohoo! Giant head in the sky! Floaty-floaty! Cranial snatcher, so big, so supreme!
Pre-battle: In my dimension we have learned to live in peace with the heavenly heads. If there is anyone that can please them, it is I.
Post-battle: In my dimension we have learned to live in peace with the heavenly heads. If there is anyone that can please them, it is I.
Pre-battle: RICK! We must end this now, no more substitutes! I have come to the conclusion that the giant head wants to see you pulverized into tiny pieces. I'm stepping up to the plate to give him the ultimate showdown!
Post-battle: Uh... What the?!
Ants In My Eyes Johnson
Pre-battle: I’m Ants In My Eyes Johnson. Here at Ants In My Eyes Johnson Electronics, we care about the treatment of Mortys, I think... I cannot tell as there are so many ants in my eyes!
Post-battle: I’m not sure if I won or lost as there are so many ants in my eyes at this moment... I’m Ants In My Eyes Johnson, caring about Mortys!
Pre-battle: Oww, I’m Mr Sneezy ... -achoo- Here to help raise awareness about the terrible ... -achoo- ... things that can happen to a Morty late at night. LET’S BATTLE!
Post-battle: You really ... -achoo- ... blew out Mr Sneezy on that one.
Pre-battle: Each year, over 3 Mortys will be neglected and possibly even abandoned by their Ricks. Those little M's should have come over to Lil' Bits-- we’ve got you covered!
Post-battle: Looks like you beat me you dumb piece of... Haha, just kidding. Remember, if your mouth’s tiny and small come on over to Lil’ Bits. We’ve got you covered.
Pre-battle: Hi, I’m a Trunk Person. I know what Denny and The Denny Singers would do if they could get their hands on a helpless Morty. As a trunk person I’m not about to let that happen... are you?
Post-battle: Well, I hope my public defeat has raised some Schmeckles for the poor homeless Mortys out there.
Pre-battle: Why hello there young man, I’m dying to tell you all about my upcoming movie. Between you, me and Puss-puss here it’s the only reason I care about Mortys right now.
Post-battle: Shoot, you got me good. I'd just like to mention that my latest movie - Last Will & Testimeow: Weekend at Dead Cat Lady's House II, is in theaters across selected dimensions this summer.
Pre-battle: I’m Michael Jenkins, here to fill all you TWERPS in ‘bouts the bad things that's been a-happening to those MORTYS, ya hear? It ain’t right.
Post-battle: Can’t believe a beanpole like you and a bunch of WIMPS beat the JENKINS. Fair play, old man.
The Eyehole Man
Pre-battle: They asked me to help promote awareness of the daily suffering of Mortys. But I don’t care about that, I just want my eyeholes! I’m The Eyehole Man, I’m the only one allowed to have eye holes around here.
Post-battle: You beat The Eyehole Man, you better not be looking in my eyeholes. Get up on out of here with my eyeholes.
How Did I Get Here Presenter
Pre-battle: Hi, you may recognize me from the popular show ‘How Did I Get Here?’ but tonight I’ll be asking, how did I get these MORTYS?
Post-battle: Whoa, easy there, tiger. Looks like you beat me tonight. Hoping to see you again real soon...
Pre-battle: Hey, I’m Stealy. I'm here to talk to you about those Mortys. Did you know that, each year, 10 million hundred Mortys go missing about the place? Here’s some I ... found.
Post-battle: Wow, what an adventure we just had there. Looks like Stealy came out last though. Back to the quiet safe room to work over my Mortys some more.
Pre-battle: I’m Octopus Man, hahaha. I’m a marine biologist who was bitten by an octopus. Now I'm here to help people, uh, here tonight. I’ve gotta save some trouble with the Mortys.
Post-battle: Haha, I’m a troublesome octopus person and it looks like I lost tonight. Too many witnesses for the trouble-mite to help out Octopus Man this time.
Pre-battle: I make my Mortys eat a whole chicken before every battle! It gives them the protein they need to stay strong.
Post-battle: You might have beaten me, Rick, but you won't break the bond between us Jerrys!
Pre-battle: Your request to win this battle is about to be denied, Rick!
Post-battle: Oh no, not like this! I hope Beth isn't watching...
Pre-battle: Time to show you who really wears the pants around here!
Post-battle: I'm not going to lie. That cooould have gone better.
Pre-battle: I'm Jerry Smith and this battle will be just another drop in my ocean of greatness.
Post-battle: A loss is just an opportunity to learn and get better. I'm glad this was the outcome!
No Good Jerry
Pre-battle: You think you can take a stab at me? I'm not a pushover like the other Jerrys.
Post-battle: You'll regret you ever crossed me, Rick!
Super Morty Fan Jerry
Pre-battle: I've been studying Mortys ever since I caught my first one. I know everything about them, there's simply no way I'll lose.
Post-battle: But, my Mortys love me! H-h-how can it end like this??
Pre-battle: I'm here to motivate the Jerrys back to the top! After they see our battle, people will have no doubt that Jerrys are the greatest.
Post-battle: I'm here to motivate the Jerrys back to the top! After they see our battle, people will have no doubt that Jerrys are the greatest.
Pre-battle: When I win, I'm taking the crown! Paul Fleischman and his band of Pauls will rule on!
Post-battle: I take no responsibility for this. It was all Jerry. Yes, blame Jerry!
Pre-battle: I don't need those other Jerrys! I can take you down myself. Long live the King!
Post-battle: I... I just wanted to show the world that Jerrys aren't worthless...
1st Pre-battle: I'm a domestic Morty breeder. I've chosen only the best pedigrees to show today. Let's see how good you really are.
1st Post-battle: Your Mortys are like wild animals, Rick! Sit, Morty. Sit.
2nd Pre-battle: Oh, right. We were supposed to shower and wash our Mortys... I might have slacked a little in the upkeep of these Mortys.
2nd Post-battle: Mortys are just too cute! I can't tell them what to do.
3rd Pre-battle: My Mortys made all their own costumes. Don't be too hard on them, Rick!
3rd Post-battle: Nothing like a bit of fantasy role playing among a dog and his Mortys.
1st Pre-battle: I see Rex tried to pass off some of his shoddy Mortys. What you want is a breeder who trains Mortys to win, Rick!
Post-battle: They might be a little scary to look at, but they still need love, Rick. Not every Morty is a looker.
2nd Pre-battle: My Mortys have been shaved and trimmed to competition standards. Good luck matching their prowess in battle.
2nd Post-battle: Not bad, Cadet. Not bad.
3rd Pre-battle: Hey, Rick. I'll be honest, I'm a big fan of this game. My Mortys just wanted to show how much they appreciate the effort you've put in.
3rd Post-battle: I'll be sure to leave a 5 star review, Rick. That's a nice thing that cool people do when they enjoy a mobile game. Am I being clear enough? Is this carrying well?
1st Pre-battle: I carry only the finest of Morty wares. These unique looking Mortys will surely throw you off your game, Rick.1st
Post-battle: You had better not damage them, Rick. They are worth more than you can afford!
2nd Pre-battle: I love a Morty in uniform. So handsome and charming.
2nd Post-battle: Great, now I need to take all their uniforms to the cleaners.
3rd Pre-battle: My Mortys are all based on 80's action movies! If they can't beat you, no Morty can!
3rd Post-battle: They don't make Mortys like they used too. I guess there's a reason for that.
Pre-battle: I hope this isn’t going to hurt your ‘pride’ Rick. How is it that you can look just like me yet not be as beautiful? A shame. Well, let's see how we compare in the Morty department...
Post-battle: I couldn’t have lost, it’s impossible! I must have won somehow...
Pre-battle: Oooh Ricky, I can feel your LUST to be on top, but you’re going to have to come at me HARD if you’re gonna get ahead in this game.
Post-battle: Looks like you finished me off. You BEAT me Ricky, beat me good. Oooh.
Pre-battle: I’m, like, Sloth Rick and stuff. Get ready to whatever...
Post-battle: Are we done? I’m going to, like, lay down and stuff.
Pre-battle: AGHHH, IM GOING TO BREAK YOU, RICK. I’M GOING TO RIP YOU APART. THEY’RE GOING TO HAVE TO SEND A FORENSIC TEAM BACK TO NEXT WEEK TO IDENTIFY THE STAIN I’M ABOUT TO MAKE OF YOU AND YOUR MORTYS! THERE’S GONNA BE NOTHING LEFT OF YOU WHEN I’M THROUGH!!
Pre-battle: A-All that is yours shall be mine Rick! MINE alone. I want it, give it to me! Nothing can stop the biting rage of envy!
Post-battle: All is lost... do not pity me, let me rest.
Pre-battle: CONSUME, I SHALL EAT YOU, RICK, AND ALL YOUR MORTYS. THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES BETWEEN MY TEETH SHALL TASTE SWEET.
Post-battle: The sickening pain of defeat. Looks like I've bitten off more than I can chew.
Pre-battle: I WILL WIN. NOTHING SATISFIES ME, YOUR DEMISE WILL NOT QUENCH MY THIRST FOR VICTORY, BUT I WILL TAKE IT NONETHELESS. YOU HAVE ALREADY LOST.
Post-battle: CAN WE JUST, uh, PRETEND I WON?
Pre-battle: ENOUGH. FACE ME, RICK! Let us settle this once and for all, the time-honored way... By having others younger and more impressionable fight on our behalf.
Post-battle: I stand before you, defeated, but you can never REALLY beat me. I’m always there in the shadows, looking on, waiting for my chance to corup-
The following is a list of Non-playable characters.