Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Morty, get out of my head. I know just the temple.

Assembling calling card.

And we'll grab a couple of hover chairs on the way there.

This temple's for [bleep] lame baby dipshits.

The planet's still contained

Write an algorithm

That's right, buddy.

Right, everybody?

Let's get ready to not rumble.

Lab coat -- Ripoff Dr. Strange.

We've been watching a recorded sky on playback.

Scones you say?

I think we got away with it.

I don't like these little jabs you get in, Elon.

every breath I take without your permission raises my self esteem

No, no, no! Morty, Morty, Morty, I'm so excited for you.

if I'm random or planned?

And then, the police stole the paintings

you miss 100% of the shots you don't take.

We're ready when you are, Rick.

Rick: Told you, Morty.

I hate heists so much,

So you didn't need a blacksmith?

Is that an origami horse?

and go on an epic adventure later today, you know, like --

Heistotron: Hello, Rick.

I am programmed to always be looking for the next big score.

so you hired my grad students to attack me?

With a little help from some old friends.

He's still got it.

Yes. I'm gonna play Minecraft.

You sons of bitches.

I programmed you to believe that.

all sentient life will be absorbed

HEISTOTRON: YOUR SKILLS ARE REQUIRED FOR A JOB.

Oh, well, uh, okay.