Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I want in. Suicide pact!

You're doing it! You're doing it!

I've been to 300 versions of Earth's moon,

You -- You -- You're a fuckin' asshole, Rick!

Oh, I shouldn't have doubted it!

This better not have been a good one.

I -- I assume he's qualified to be one, who isn't?

When you dont know what the fuck they talking bout

Wait a minute, why would I ask for that to be removed?

- Not your me? The poem peanut? - Get Outlook off more faster.

It's, like, hello, Saturn, after ten moons,

[ Screaming ] Sorry!

- um, it me going? Uh, in me? - very in me vomiting in it all in hold.

Jesus, I made that guy kill himself! Only in a literal sense.

You fucked with shamans CASS

DEL ROWING BACK TO THE TOWN

IT's granted, with a "D"

Huh, these things are obviously storage units,

You messed with the squirrels Morty!

2 x 2 x 7 x 11 x 17 = 5236

"Up to something," "lives on the moon."

Oh, geez, I -- I can't get that Truth Tortoise out of my head.

When the squad lets you bleed out

IF you know you know

Rick: Yes, Morty, come on, you're doing it!

You you a dumb kid rick

and that this thing on your head is designed to...

Is he doing anything to hurt anyone?

I know I can be mean, but I love you, Morty.

It's basically an endless string of callbacks

Ooh, that's clever, Morty, but I don't use color to sort things

That's right, Morty.

Principal Vagina: Kids, I'd like to introduce you all

Pedophile? You don't think so?

Hey, kid. Young man? Come here, little boy.

Lambs, to the cosmic slaughter! Sure it is here.

No wonder you're constantly fighting

Dicks out for Peanut

Well, what'd you find out?