Rick and Morty

[ Chicago's "Saturday in the Park" plays ]

Aah!

Don't tell her, though, that I said anything to you.

Ahh!

You know, Rick, I don't give 7-Eleven enough credit.

You see what those ones look like in Asia?

Like -- Like little grocery stores?

Morty. W-W-What's that, pal?

Y-Yeah, the new pool's pretty great.

Who ya texting?

Nobody.

Nobody?

Yeah. Nobody.

Okay, fine.

Kind of a weird response.

It's not weird. Privacy is a thing.

Says the guy who puts cameras everywhere.

Whatever. W-What you building in here?

Freeze ray?

Kinda actually.

Making a beer that chills itself --

Morty!

Why are you being weird?!

Let go of my phone, Morty!

Who are you texting?!

Nobody!

Uch! Son of a -- Come on!

What the fuck?!

It's fine.

The fuck it's fine!

It's fine!

You're texting with that guy?

It's stupid, Morty. Seriously. It's nothing.

Evil Morty's dangerous. And evil.

Exactly. Which is why sometimes he reaches out

and threatens to erase our family...

unless I... help him with stuff.

You work for that guy?!

He's like a Q that makes me do things for him.

You know Q, Morty? From "Star Trek."

Okay, so imagine a cosmic gay guy

obsessed with chess.

You gonna pick that up?

You gonna make this weird?

I'm not allowed to be concerned?

You sound insane right now.

Hello? Shit.

What, you don't answer my calls now?

Hi, Morty.

Yeah. Feeling's mutual.

Rick, I'm not interrupting something, am I?

I was just catching Morty here up on our...

off-screen exploits.

You two don't share everything as a couple?

You know I hate you, right?

I do.

It's why I try to just text.

Let's go.

What the heck? Morty,

you want to come on this one?

At your own risk obviously.

You know what? Yeah, I will.

Morty.

Cool.

I think we can take him.

"We"?

Fuck you. I'm helpful.

Evil Morty: You guys scheming over there?

Yes.

No.

Right. Morty, you haven't seen this.

Anything happens to me?

Gone. Forever. Across all infinity.

Dude, they just sit there? Always?

They're from an ideal hostage dimension

where everyone's super-trusting and never has to shit.

There's no Morty.

If he erases you, he erases himself.

Can we move this along?

There's a guy eating the multiverse.

There's always a guy eating the multiverse.

His name is Frumblewurmple.

Rick: No, it's not.

It's not.

It calls itself "The Collective."

At some point, it'll reach the Central Finite Curve.

Then it'll be our problem.

More exposition than I expected.

He does this to torture me.

No portals.

This thing absorbs our stuff and learns to make its own

and we're fucked. You're driving.

Do you guys usually talk or...

is it different because I'm here?

Morty.

We usually talk.

It's boring physics stuff, Morty.

And you two defend the Central Finite Curve together?

Since when do you care about anything?

I don't. That's why I make him do it.

Thank dick, we're here.

Uhp, it sees us.

Get in the suit.

What?!

Morty, this is multiversal galactic shit.

I have to focus a little harder than usual.

Get in the suit.

Make him wear the suit!

Evil Morty doesn't need the suit.

Morty, get in the suit or go home.

Oh, it disappears. That's nifty.

What's that? Nano-mesh? How's he breathing?

It recycles the oxygen internally.

Can he piss in there?

He can piss in there.

I won't need to.

Okay. Sample container's done. Should be absorption-proof.

Huh. Pretty small.

Nice. Good stuff, Morty.

Very helpful.

Load your fucking thing in.

All set.

Let's wrap this up.

You are tremendous to be attempting this.

It will be an honor to absorb you.

Oh!

Don't let it touch you.

Oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

- -Car, clear out.

Way ahead of you.

Morty: Aah!

You can't outrun me.

You'll be me.

Yah!

Oh! Aah!

I'm am The Collective!

Uh!

Riiiiick!

Aah! Ooh!

H-Hey!

Morty: Oh! Oh, I get it.

The Collective: Ahhhh.

Aah! Ahh!

Evil Morty: Plant these charges.

The Collective:

We have absorbed countless technologies,

Rick Sanchez.

One of them will be your equal.

Nice of you to explain.

The more you understand of The Collective,

the easier you will be for The Collective to absorb.

Lucky me.

This is me, but it is coating

something that is not me.

Morty: Uh, we -- we are The C-Collective.

I am The -- The Collective.