Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No one enters my room or touches me until this is wrapped up.

And does my son sell drugs for my father?

♪ Brand new shoes, walking blues ♪

Christ, he's gonna turn me into a sandwich.

If you touch my grandson, I'm gonna--

Crystals can be anything, Mom.

And it brought us together.

Yeah, but these crystals are drugs. Morty!

I got my lab right here. Gimme three hours.

I was born crying and pissing myself, just like you.

Like I'd trust your fritzing R2-D2 ass.

Should we read it in Rick's voice or Dad's?

I'm not going to murder Gene.

No, you tell them where they are,

Yeah! We stole those first!

Chaotic neutral sci-fi guy? Huh?

I should be thanking you for making me rich.

or I will have to kill you both.

I need to think through all these chunks of moron.

And over here is some stuff about Thomas Jefferson.

Burger & Fries learned to love each other,

and do I get credit?

So they just stick burgers in dead guy's mouths now?

which is the ceiling of your grasp of consciousness.

Nicely prepared eggs.

Both of you walking out on Mom?

I fucking will.

Just having a little fun with my new friend, sweetie.

No, it's-- it's okay. I-I like doing it.

You big, precious moron.

♪ Climb the fence, books and pens ♪

Tell me where you are.