Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Grandpa? Jesus Christ.
Yeehaw! Everything should be in a swamp.
Oh, fuck you. Eat your eggs that my wife bought.
Then we'll see the real definition of "waste," Jerry.
Rick speaking. Who is this?
Most of my underworld contacts are ghosting me.
My pleasure, Morty.
Gotta do it with style.
We will learn what they are and get you one.
JerryBody: Whoa! [ Chuckles ] RickBody: [ Chuckles ] Oh, man.
I'm gonna give it back anyway.
Beth: Jerry? Morty: Rick?
Alright, Jerry, you can do this.
I can't believe a dying kid would wish for a window.
Quick, tackle this fucking thing!
That non-rescue of Morty? [ Snorts ]
One hour.
Okay, he is in a bad mood,
Good. You are here.
You call this fixed?
Why do you care about hair, nerd?
Obviously, you were born smarter than me,
Th-They left a note.
God damn it.
Possession is 9/10 of my ass!
[ Tires screech ]
[ Line rings] Man: The voice mailbox for...
God damn it.