Rick and Morty

Jerry, this is disgusting.

How did it get so dirty already?

Because your crappy pool bot doesn't work.

Pool not found. Searching.

But the guy that lives behind the pool-store Dumpster

gave me a sweet deal.

Oh, my God, why didn't you hire Keith the pool guy

like I told you?

Keith's schedule was full.

What are you jackoffs talking about?

Ooh, Jerry's new pool sucks?

Allow me.

No, Rick, this is my pool!

I can handle this mess without your sci-fi shenanigans.

Copy that.

Treat Jerry like a baby so he can feel like a man.

Come on, Rick, let's go. Gotta scoot.

Finally taking Morty to Boob World.

And we need to stop by the store for supplies.

Good luck with your septic tank, Jerry.

Ugh. I gotta go to work.

Someone's gotta win the bread around here.

Pool not found. Searching.

Trader Joe's hashbrowns --

the most efficient booze absorber in the multiverse.

Think you're supposed to heat those up first, big guy.

No, look, Morty, my mouth is an air fryer now.

It's really happening, huh?

I'm finally going to Boob World.

Oh, yeah! Boob World, baby!

Oh, damn it! What the...

It appears there has been an accident.

That happens. No harm, no foul. Have a good one, buddy.

We should exchange information before going

our separate ways.

We could go even "separater" ways by not exchanging anything.

But our bumpers collided.

Oh, my God, is this how you make friends?

Is this how you make enemies?

What the hell does that mean?

Rick, stop!

He started it. He did not start it.

Be the bigger man so we can go to Boob World already!

Fuck that. We gotta set this idiot straight.

Look, buddy,

it's obvious you're some kind of heightened Kung Fu archetype.

But I'm a Doctor Who-Loki.

And people like you are like NPCs to me.

So do yourself a favor and --

I have struck you

with the Five Point Exploding Heart Technique --

the most fatal punch in all of martial arts.

Victims are able to walk only five steps forward

before their heart explodes.

Five steps forward?

Try it and find out.

Don't tell me what to do.

I'll find out with science.

Nice day for a backwards walk.

Are you really gonna --

No, stupid!

Pull the car around and pick me up!

What did that idiot do to me?

This doesn't make any damn sense.

Just apologize.

Haven't we done clones enough?

Not a clone, Morty. A Xerox of me

that I've lobotomized to be a crash-test dummy.

Look at my balls! Hey, do us a favor.

Walk forward five to six steps.

Your choice.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Huh? So this is legit.

Better take a closer look.

Look at my ball--

There are over 700 meridians in the human body.

Mr. Kung Fu struck specific pressure points in me

and induced commotio cordis.

Five steps forward will cause massive compression build-up,

causing my heart to explode under its own pressure.

Let's see what happens when I attach a copy of my heart

to a copy of my legs.

Interesting, huh?

More gross than interesting. So far, we're on brand.

Fuck you. Watch this.

See that? Cardiac detonation is triggered

only by forward bipedal movement.

I can't believe I'm missing Boob World for this!

Just apologize to the guy.

Maybe he'll un-punch you.

The day I apologize will be because I am truly sorry.

I don't sully apologies by making it a ritual

of flagellation for someone who, in this case, is a bully.

You called the man an NPC.

Why do you always have to take the side of the waiter?

Because your side is insane!

Okay, then. Fuck off.

Maybe I will! Go ahead!

No one's stopping you! Fine!

This is me fucking off out of the fucking garage

because you...suck.

No, you...suck.

You... You...

Pool not found. Searching.

Pool not found.

The pool is right behind you.

Just turn around, you stupid thing.

No!

Jerry, this is your moment.

Be a man and figure it out.

Hi, there, emasculated pool dads.

Okay. Specific.

Is your pool gross?

Does your family not respect you?

Don't worry.

I'll show you how to upgrade your TR-X1

and clean your pool better than any human being.

But first, let's discuss the history of pool cleaning.

Oh, boy. This is three hours?

...really important to never -- 'Cause it's dangerous.

Bloody stuff of nightmares!

Now that we've gone over the safety guidelines,

click the link below for a list of long language models.

Be sure to upload them --

I get it.

Pool detected. Clean, clean, clean...

I did it! I made something work!

I am the greatest husband alive!

Walk backwards the rest of your life.

God, see if I care.

Uh...hi.

You, uh...

You death punched my grandpa this morning?

That was unfortunate.

I did not study under See-Foo Gerd Jergins at Tiger's Nest

to beat up old people.

The point of martial arts is to avoid violence.

I am Liu Sin.

Oh, um, I'm Morty Smith.

Is it racist to say I adore your Kung Fu patience?

I can teach you. Racism?

No. Kung Fu.

Breathe.

Feel your Chi circulate within.

Very good, Morty.

This is great.

Life with Rick is filled with so much anxiety.

Alrighty, Mr. Sin,

I didn't have the right cables to hook up the flat screen.

It's gonna cost a bit extra to get those.

Hmm. Pity.

Jesus! Don't step forward.

You only get five steps before you die!

But I have so much to do today.

Uhh.

What was up with that guy?

Dude! He was just doing his job, and you killed him.

Is that a criticism?

Activate Advance-Limitation Suit.

Ha ha! Look who ain't stepping forward now, baby!

Rick!

Rick!

Morty, what happened?

I got death punched.

Oh, no, no, no, no, my little pooh-bah!

I went back to Trader Joe's to eat my feelings

because I was mad at you.

But then I ran into Liu Sin, and he punched me.

Nobody fucks with my sweet little grandson.

First, I'm gonna cure the dick off this death punch, Morty.

And then I'm gonna destroy

Mr. Liu Sin's entire belief system!

Clean, clean, clean. Task complete.

Awaiting command.

Amazing! Oh, I gotta tell Beth.

Uh, hello? Beth, I fixed the pool.

Uh, great. Did you hire Keith?

No. The pool is clean because of me.

Come home and look.

Jerry, please. I am literally

in the middle of something.

Oh.

Fuckin' phone. Where'd you go?

Awaiting command.

Whatcha doing?

Clean?

Alright.

This pool isn't gonna swim itself.

How are you gonna clean -- Oh. That's nice.

Wow. You... You're really being thorough.

Maybe we...we should stop.

I'd be pissed if I had to climb

all these stupid steps with my legs.

What is it? I'm watching TV.

Are you Gerd Jergins?

Did you train a guy named Liu Sin?

Ugh, that guy sucks.

We're in these antigrav suits

'cause your student death punched us.

You are not alone.