Rick and Morty

Rick: Ugh, guess this is how it ends.

I thought I was better than this.

Dramatic voiceover while stranded in space?

I-I guess when you're dying,

the first thing to go is your creativity.

Citadel's gone...

and -- and the saucer we escaped in is out of power...

Aw, man, I'm so scared in here.

Rick: The extra Mortys went feral.

Eh, some problems solve themselves.

Been drinking a lot.

Morty! I told you to write this down!

I-I don't have a helmet like that Avengers guy did.

Been drinking a lot of my piss.

Portal gun's still broken.

Guess that was all part of Evil Morty's plan.

"Evil Morty." Can we stop flattering this guy?

His "plan" was to monologue and fuck off.

He basically threw a tantrum

to announce he was quitting Twitter.

Nobody quits Twitter.

Hey, remember like a second ago

when you pretended not to know who Iron Man was?

Who was that for? Shh, shh, shush, Morty.

This is how we go. Bear it with grace.

Spinal cord -- Robitussin as a base, then surprise me.

Mom! Beth maybe!

Is she trying to say something?

We -- We can't hear you!

How dumb are -- Beth, you're in a vacuum!

Sound travels on air!

Why am I yelling?

Wow, great. Yeah, that's --

Wow, really worth it.

That was not worth it!

It's corny.

You. Corn.

Dying of starvation here!

Oh, my God. Stop explaining.

Stop explaining! Are you finished?

She's not finished.

Oh, real mature, r-real classy. Oh, nice.

It was a good line, honey.

I didn't need it to be. I don't care what you think.

Oh, my God, she found you. Here, eat, eat, eat.

Oh, hell yes! Hold on, buddy,

our systems could go into shock from solid food.

Digestibot, convert to nutrient mass.

I'm just gonna risk it. Mmm.

Since when you do you guys get stranded?

Thank you, by the way.

Almost left them out there.

Portal travel's broken.

Mmm, are these heirloom tomatoes?

Digestibot, try these.

Yum. Yum. So you can't hop realities anymore.

Does that mean you'll finally have to wash your robe?

Good point, I need to reboot the portal index immediately.

Basically just a hard reset on the fluid.

Hold tight, the Earth's gonna shake a bit.

Um...

Oh! Ohh, shit.

Wait, what? W-What's happening?

Instead of resetting portal travel,

I may have reset portal travelers.

Too late to apologize.

Rick, why am I pulsing green?

And don't say you don't know because you're pulsing green.

Rick, are we about to die?

No, we're about to vanish from this reality.

That's totally dying! No, it isn't.

It's everyone from this reality returning to

their reality of origin.

Back to our original universes?

I explained it fine, Morty. You're spoonfeeding spoons!

W-Where's Summer? Oh, nice, you guys are back.

Whoa. Summer, three of us are one-way blind hopping.

You gotta help us get back. There's a protocol for this

in your chore server, filename Booger AIDs.

Every file is Booger AIDS!

I-I hate naming things! Just search for words like

"one way blind hop reset nav beacon."

Why do I have a "reality of origin?"

There's no time to explain, Jerry!

Counting on you, Summer! One way blind hop

beacon protocol!

Here we gooooo!

So there was time to explain.

Don't waste extra precious seconds

with your pettiness, Jerry!

Summer, let's run down - - One way blind hop

reset beacon booger AIDS.

Cool.

Wow. There was so much time to explain!

Yes! Fine, hindsight is 20-20!

Who has ever taken this long to vanish?

How did I end up not in my own universe?!

Oh, my God. The Jerryboree!

Ohhhhhhhh, the Jerryboree. Ohhhhhhhh, the Jerryboree.

Deep cut.

Wait, but where's our real Dad and our real Morty?

Buried in the backyard!

That's what the possums are after.

Dad's got you in the family business too, huh?

Yeah, Morty's an easy mark, but Rick pays me in things like...

Wolverine claws.

Whelp, looks like you got this.

See you guys in another two years?

Or you could stick around for this one?

Looks like it involves Grandpa's grody citadel.

We could, you know, break things, loot stuff.

Should probably get back to...

saving the galaxy.

Please!

Uh... Guess I could loot some stuff.

Fine, yeah, okay, let's make it quick.

Awesome, I've never been. Let's do this.

Okay, adventure family! Whoo!

Uh, okay.

Fuck.

Excuse me? Bro, Ricks don't pass on this.

Woman: Rick? Is that you?

Yeah...Diane.

You've been gone so long.

Did you find our daughter's killer?

Not yet, sorry. Still looking.

You'll find him. You always do everything

you set your mind to.

Except keep your family alive.

But that was hardly your fault!

Mute.

If I could be muted, I wouldn't be

too-too-too good at haunting

you, would I, you dirty bear?

Yeah, forgot I wanted to be haunted.

I guess you predicted you might.

That's where haunting comes in handy, huh?

Very good point, sugar.

Rick?

Hello? Original family?

Sorry about last time.

Rick, he was in space prison.

W-We couldn't just -- hello?

Aw, geez.

Ahh.

Ah, fuck.

Damn it, Morty, there's no doctors anymore.

Dad?

Figures it's underwhelming the one time I visit.

Yeah, sorry, usually there's cowboy

Rick and Mortys and stuff.

Oh, looks like they could use a couple

repairman Rick and Mortys, right?

Oh, tight, little scavenger dudes!

If they shoot at us I'm allowed to --

...do this.

Shit, yeah!

Space Mom, get in on this!

Cool Mom!

Let's keep it moving. I don't have all day.

I got it!

I got it! I got it!

Sorry!

Sorry!

I got it. Sorry!

I was gonna do it.

Ugh. Terrestrials, am I right?

Diane: I kept up the search in your absence.

You want a new list of potential locations?

You're always just one room away, huh?

Yeah, uh, remember?

You thought if you could see or touch me,

it might give you a level of com-com-comfort.

Right. Can't have that.

Come on, Summer.

Who's Summer? Should I be jealous?

I hope Summer knows what happens to the people you love!

Hey, Rick!

Hey, Mr. Goldmanbachmajorian.

S-Still alive, huh? W-What's up?

I was wondering if you could help me make sense of

a note I found this morning?

It's written by someone claiming to be me.

They say my mind is held captive in a time loop,

trapped in the day of a traumatic event

by the agony of a formidable intelligence.

But also that my captor forgot about aging --

that my body spoils and yearns for death

while my soul remains stuck in place,

caught like a fly in amber.

Right. I used to drink drink.

Uh, no clue, pal. That's okay.

I found other notes in the trash just like it.

Poor weirdo. I pity them.

Wish they could let go and move on.

Sounds healthy. Sure would be!

Ohhhhhh!

Sweet death.

Diane: Was that symbolic?

Are you letting go?