Morty Smith

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.

Five more minutes of this, and I'm gonna get mad.

Y-you're like Hitler, but

Morty, you got to... come on.

It's just Rick and Morty. Rick and Morty and their adventures, Morty.

- It's important. Come on, Morty. - I don't know, Rick.

a flimflam like, that's what we eat on girvonesk.

They're bureaucrats. I don't respect them.

The student becomes the teacher.

Squeeze them.

- It's beyond your reasoning. - You're beyond our reasoning!

and I'm gonna need you to put them way up inside your butthole, Morty.

Mm, there is no God, summer. You got to rip that band-aid off now.

but even Hitler cared about Germany or something.

No idea what you're talking about.

That's the last straw!

and your anal cavity is still taut, yet malleable.

Well, duh doy, son.

It detects stuff all the way up your butt.

Takes one to know one.

What was what is that supposed to mean?

Run, Morty! Run!

Oh, look, honey. It's our son with Albert Ein-douche.

I mean, you're young.

Morty! What are you doing to me?!