Beth: Sweetie, is your shirt on backwards? Jerry: ...Yeah! I like it this way. I'm not stupid! Rick: Man that guy is the Redgrin Grumbholt of pretending he knows what's going on.
Catalog
Matt Roller
Morty: If you could get out that whole time why didn't you? Rick: Because I waited until I was certain it was what I wanted to do, Morty! That's the difference between you and me: I'm certain, and you're a walking burlap sack filled with turds.
Can somebody just let me out of here? If I die in a cage I lose a bet.
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.