Can somebody just let me out of here? If I die in a cage I lose a bet.
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Dan Harmon
Daniel Harmon (born January 3, 1973) is an American writer, producer, actor and voice actor. Harmon created and produced the NBC comedy television series Community, co-created the Adult Swim animated series Rick and Morty, and co-founded the alternative television network/website Channel 101. Harmon published the book You'll Be Perfect When You're Dead in 2013. He also hosts a weekly eponymous podcast, Harmontown. 2Early life Harmon was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He graduated from Brown Deer High School in Brown Deer, a suburb of Milwaukee, and attended Marquette University. He briefly attended Glendale Community College. He would later use his experiences at the school to form the basis of the show Community. 2Career 3Early career (1996–2008) Harmon was a member of ComedySportz Milwaukee, alongside Rob Schrab, a member of the sketch troupe The Dead Alewives. They produced an album, Take Down the Grand Master, in 199
So, in conclusion, you're both equally mercurial, overly sensitive, clingy, hysterical bird-brain homunculi. And I honestly can't even tell the two of you apart half the time because I don't go by height or age, I go by amount of pain in my ass—which makes you both identical.
Morty, sit here. Summer, you sit here. Now, listen—I know the two of you are very different from each other in a lot of ways, but you have to understand that as far as Grandpa's concerned, you're both pieces of shit! Yeah. I can prove it mathematically. Actually, l-l-let me grab my whiteboard. This…
Uncertainty is inherently unsustainable. Eventually, everything either is or isn't.
SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT MOONMEN! This isn't a musical number! This is a fucking... operation, we gotta be cool and fucking lay low.
Stupid-ass, fart-saving, carpet-store motherfucker.
Right, yeah, like nothing shady ever happened in a fully furnished office? You ever hear about Wall Street, Morty? Y-Y-Y'know what those guys do i-in-in their fancy boardrooms? They take their balls and they dip 'em in cocaine and wipe 'em all over each other—y'know, Grandpa goes around and he does…
Mr. Beauregard: Ah, Master Rick, remember when you weren't going to shoot me? Rick: [shoots Mr. Beauregard in the face] I guess Iiii did the butler! Hahaaa! Does that, does that scan? Ghost in a Jar: Oh, I-I get it. It's a play on 'the butler did it.' Rick: Thanks Ghost in a Jar. You always were…
All I have are pictures are of me and my friends from school. What? What teenage girl has pictures of her family? It's not like we're Mormon or dying
Beth: Sorry Jerry, you're real. Jerry: [crying] I'm a parasite! Beth: Yeah... but you're real.
Jerry: Rick, I don't like glowing rocks in the kitchen trash! Rick: Well, I don't like your unemployed genes in my grandchildren, Jerry, but life is made of little concessions.
Lick, lick, lick my balls! Ha ha ha, yeah!
Rubber baby bubby bunkers!
And that's why I always say, 'shum-shum-schlippety-dop!'
Wubba-lubba-dub-dub!
Rick: No, "Steve" put that memory in your brain so he could live in your house, eat your food and multiply. We could be infested with these things. So, we got to keep an eye out for any zany, wacky characters that pop up. Mr. Poopybutthole: Oooohwee! Whatever you want, Rick, we're here to help!…
Get off the high road, Summer! We all got pinkeye because you won't stop texting on the toilet.