Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[ animals calling in distance ]
Ohhhhhh!
[ pulsating ]
-Too bad, morty. -Hi, hon.
If I wasn't married to an unemployed
Buried in the backyard!
You, would I, you dirty bear?
Deep cut.
Time to get jerry. Ugh.
He basically threw a tantrum
Uh... Guess I could loot some stuff.
"four agreements," "eat pray love,"
Oh, [bleep]
Ahh.
Right. Can't have that.
You son of a bitch! I got you!
Mmmm, I'm mr. Frundles!
Yeah, not dead, more like not around.
Hello? Morty?
Repairman rick and mortys, right?
Nobody quits twitter.
Here's a bunch of countdowns.
If I could be muted, I wouldn't be
I deserve that. But, you know, it...
Shh. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
Looks like it involves grandpa's grody citadel.
Makes you wonder if some people were still in there,
I shouldn't have to beg.
Are you letting go?
With no one left to blame, I finally had to deal with myself.
Spinal cord -- robitussin as a base, then surprise me.
You did this last season! You're like a suicide bomber!
Were you putting on pants?
[ roaring in agony ]
You've made that clear.
Whoa, hoho, you found me!
His "plan" was to monologue and [bleep] off
Knock it off! Get out of here!
[ electricity crackling, loud rumbling ]
Depending on how long you were out of the room,
That's where haunting comes in handy, huh?
He's not findable, diane.