Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Eh. I guess I don't even wanna do that.

for 10,000 fucking croutons.

when those brains get back in their bodies.

So it's a note but it's not really well thought out."

might call Rick an angry old asshole.

I'm not stupid. Ho-ho! I beg to differ.

Whatever this kid wants to do in our territory

Morty, gotta push or pull. Your call.

you learned to love us more than ever.

Fuck. Fuck! Call my wife.

But he's the closest thing Jerry has to a friend.

So cool and ordinary. Sorry. S-Sorry.

Well, they were my husband and father.

♪ And look at all the bugs we found ♪

I'll get Morty. Ha!

T-They made us stop at every drive-thru chain in the galaxy,

Eww. What do you take me for? Ugh, Beth, gross, ugh.

one of my guys saw your buddy Morty running an errand

Listen, small misunderstanding.

He's my son and grandson, too.

No rules. No responsibilities.

and your mind in my brain.

[ Sighs ] I still can't taste anything.

A "rake situation"?

You guys comfortable? No? Good.

Eh, everything's flammable.

It doesn't matter, Rick.