Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You all right? - Uh-huh!

Oh, you think so, huh, Morty?

The battery, Morty. Be right back, Summer.

EEK BARBA DIRKLE

Kalo kada sha la.

You guys are the fucking worst! Your gods are a lie!

I masturbated to an extra-curvy piece of driftwood the other day!

Come out of the vehicle with your hands in the air!

Two real aliens walking through here.

Presidential decree--

Keep Summer safe.

until a planet developed intelligent life.

It's not a place for smart people.

Anyone working on, say, a little universe in a box?

You know you're kind of a dick, right?

All right, okay, okay, okay, wrap it up.

Hey, that's my deer!

Peace among worlds, Rick.

For generations, it has guided the--

- Oh, my God! - Concentrate, Morty.

Hey, you got to sign out.

Ro ro dah no gah!

Zeep, is Rick-- The alien.

for later consumption.

I think he could learn a lot from you, Zeep.

Well, that just sounds like a calendar with extra steps.

Science, huh? Ain't it a thing.

yes, please, no more of that.

Quick, Morty, you've got to turn into a car.

This is ku'ala, the spirit tree.

relative to the real world?

Is it the quantum carburetor or something?

That's all you are.

You two call yourselves geniuses,