Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Christ, he's gonna turn me into a sandwich.

Nicely prepared eggs.

Like I'd trust your fritzing R2-D2 ass.

Just having a little fun with my new friend, sweetie.

You big, precious moron.

I'm not going to murder Gene.

Yeah! We stole those first!

And over here is some stuff about Thomas Jefferson.

I fucking will.

And it brought us together.

Yeah, but these crystals are drugs. Morty!

If you touch my grandson, I'm gonna--

I should be thanking you for making me rich.

Both of you walking out on Mom?

♪ Brand new shoes, walking blues ♪

and do I get credit?

Should we read it in Rick's voice or Dad's?

No one enters my room or touches me until this is wrapped up.

I got my lab right here. Gimme three hours.

Crystals can be anything, Mom.

No, you tell them where they are,

or I will have to kill you both.

which is the ceiling of your grasp of consciousness.

And does my son sell drugs for my father?

Tell me where you are.

So they just stick burgers in dead guy's mouths now?

Chaotic neutral sci-fi guy? Huh?

♪ Climb the fence, books and pens ♪

No, it's-- it's okay. I-I like doing it.

I was born crying and pissing myself, just like you.

I need to think through all these chunks of moron.

Burger & Fries learned to love each other,