Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's Christmas, for God's sake,

It's almost like someone designed me

All right, looking good. Stay on target.

P-Perfectly fucking vertical!

Usually comes out on the fourth try.

You don't have to rub it in, Morty.

Geez, Dad, what the hell are you doing?

But you do have to answer everyone's questions.

You got something to tell me, Morty?

All right, j-just destroy the lightsaber!

I'll go first! Uh, question.

Y-You didn't even want to --

They didn't pay the price with their souls.

That's not a threat from me, that's how advanced my shit is.

even though I don't want to.

The presidential Black Hawk is landing on the lawn.

for even wanting one, and i-it's the worst Christmas ever!

I invited him in, Rick.

It could be all happening in the background! Who knows?

I don't want another you.

I mean a regular-ass Netflix drama.

I hate to say it, but I wish there was something to attack.

I own Star Wars, not you.

and you were like "whatever,"

You know all that Star Wars shit is silly, right?

Good luck finding a good scientist on Christmas!

Do I hear something coming down the chimney?

That's what happens when you let people in

Because if you're a robot, you're not allowed to say you are.

You beautiful son of a bitch!

But that's what a robot would say!

I said don't take the fucking sword,