Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get-- Get off me. H-H-Hello?
[ Sighs ]
Jerry, stop. You're fucking this up.
Ugh! What are we, a 1930s comedy act?
I want you to know, when this is over,
Rick, it's Chuxly. From Crimetown.
Chuxly? You're alive?
Who cares if a mid-tier crime dork "moves" on us?
I'm the genius, and it's your garage, idiot.
Hey, another beer?
[ Birds chirping ]
No, no. I-I-I stepped out of line.
What do you want? JerryBody: We've smoked most of what we stole.
I just want to live. I want Gene to live.
The guy's already kissing your ass.
H-Hold up.
and-- and accusing each other of being bad,
[ Morty and Summer groan ]
Oh, sure, yeah, l-like I'd ever trust you to open my skull.
Jerry, your mind did that to my body using my brain.
Now he's thinking, "Oh, maybe I can kill God."
Yeah. It's a shame
But he won't always mean it.
[ Both grunt ]
Oh, my God! Am I really about to die
but God damn it, this rake, it kept my neighbors in my life.
♪ Climb the fence, books and pens ♪
Why is Dad here?
Hey, remember how we met?
Can we turn on the radio?
Dad?
Nice shot, Morty.
Screw you, Half Jerry.
[ Both grunt ] Let's hope you share my aim.
♪ I can tell that we are gonna be friends ♪
Yeaahh! [ Grunts ]
[ Both groaning ]
Ugh, way to go.