Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

You fucked with shamans CASS

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

IT's granted, with a "D"

That's right, Morty.

2 x 2 x 7 x 11 x 17 = 5236

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

This better not have been a good one.

I want in. Suicide pact!

DEL ROWING BACK TO THE TOWN

You you a dumb kid rick

When the squad lets you bleed out

Oh, I shouldn't have doubted it!

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

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

Huh, these things are obviously storage units,

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

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

Dicks out for Peanut

IF you know you know

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

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

Pedophile? You don't think so?

You messed with the squirrels Morty!

Is he doing anything to hurt anyone?

No wonder you're constantly fighting

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

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

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

Well, what'd you find out?

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

It's basically an endless string of callbacks

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

When you dont know what the fuck they talking bout

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

[ Screaming ] Sorry!