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Listen, Morty, I hate to break it to you, but what people call love is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed.
It hits hard, Morty, then it slowly fades, leaving you stranded in a failing marriage.
I did it. Your parents are gonna do it. Break the cycle, Morty. Rise above. Focus on science.
Pretty specific pitch, Summer.
I probably could turn myself into a teenager and hang out in the zit-covered, hormone-addled, low-stakes-ass world that is high school.
But here's my reverse ask.
And how dare you even ask me that?
And why aren't you more ashamed of yourself?
Uh, the adventure is the favor, Morty.
Me sleeping on these linens is the favor.
I mean, wha wha what are we vindicating? Comfort?
We don't have to do anything, Morty. This is just a structural guide.
We're obviously gonna impart our own style.
Shut up, Morty. You're 14. You watch videos of people on YouTube reacting to f***ing YouTube.
I'll be the judge of when we get too meta.
I just didn't know it would be like this.
What are you, a scorpion in a Navajo fable? Everyone can change their nature, Morty.
It's what defines our species.
Morty, you gotta turn into a car.
A long time ago, I implanted you with a subdermal chip that could call upon dormant nanobots in your bloodstream
to restructure your anatomy and turn you into a car.
Nobody gets it. Nothing you think matters, matters.
This isn't special. This is happening infinite times across infinite realities.
Yes!
Listen to your sister, Morty. To live is to risk it all.
Otherwise, you're just an inert chunk of randomly assembled molecules drifting wherever the universe blows you.
Mr. President, It's honestly all Morty's fault, but in the meantime,
you really want to keep
your amy of pointlessly camouflaged Eagle Scouts off my.
it's lost all meaning, Mr. P.
It's like, at this point, what's a terrorist?
It's a guy you don't like. Big deal.
It's your house. It's your world. You're a real Julius Caesar, but I'll tell you something tell you how I feel about school Jerry
Because if we can kill our enemies but we can't jack them off, then how are we better than them?
I'm the Rick.
I don't want to overstep my bounds or anything.
It's your house, it's your world, you're a real Julius Caesar.
But I'll tell you ho ho how I feel about school, Jerry.
It's a waste of time.
Bunch of people running around, bumping into each other.
Guy up front says two plus two, people in the back say four.
Then the bell rings, they give you a carton of milk and a piece of paper
that says you can go take a dump or something.
I mean, it's not a place for smart people, Jerry.
I know that's not a popular opinion.
That's my two cents on the issue.
And I hate to get all Andy Rooney about it,
but I think we all like fluffy discs of cake
with syrup on top.
And I think we also like to be accused of crimes
when there's evidence.
So as they say in Canada, peace-oot.
What?
Hospital claims to have the best doctor
It's like those pizza places that claim
to have the best pizza in the world.
What do you think, they have pizza contests?
Have you ever been to a pizza contest?
Fine.
Pack your shit.
That's only going to keep them down for a little bit, Morty.
We got a good five minutes before they're backing up on our ass, Morty.
We have to pack up and move to a new reality, Morty.
You know, I said we can only do that a couple of times.
Now help me with these bodies.
Look, Morty, I'll grab myself.
You grab yourself, okay?
I mean, that seems fair to me.
I mean, that seems like a fair way to divvy it up.
What about the reality where Hitler cured cancer, Morty?
Because we're afraid to die alone?
Because you know, that's exactly how we all die.
Alone.
You've always sucked.
You know why we haven't fought in years?
Because you're an embarrassment to me,
and I don't need you anymore.
I don't need anybody.
Top it off.
Do you know how dangerously toxic this stuff is?
And you added it to my portal fluid?
Oh, that's great logic, Morty.
Forgive me for not doing the kissy chef gesture
and I don't want to teleport my lips.
I won't take your word for that, and I shouldn't have to,
which is why I have sidekick rules.
If you can't follow them...
Excuse me? Did you just try to call my bluff?
Have you ever seen me bluff?
I'm not a cow. I'm a pickle.
When I feel like it. So, you asked.
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