Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's messed up in any sight.
Why is this old dude wearing my Constellatio suit?!
but I draw the line at blowing up the stroller!
Chachaco, are you crazy?!
We checked the vault's log, and the last person
- Get over here, ya goofball! - Hey, my hair!
This'll be like taking candy from a baby,
But he didn't make you a citizen.
- Eleven. - Eleven.
You have the right to remain poor!
- Bang-Bang! - Wait!
It's over, Rick.
This thing is fancy.
You wouldn't.
They were nice, so I was nice back. Try it sometime, Morty.
- Ah, I wish you were never born! - We're putting you up for adoption!
For the resistance.
You little shit! You woke 'em up!
Hey! I gotta pay for those!
Jokin' again!
Time of death is now!
You see, son, we're very, very rich.
What the hell got into you, Chachaco?!
- Oh, shit! Oh, shit! - Oh, man! Oh, God!
Morty, what did I just say about scruples?
I thought maybe you were stuck in there.
Oh, Jimmy, you're a fuckup.
Interesting.
They gave us that term.
Our poor child!