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Hey, there, stranger. What do you think of these things?
Morty:
Ohh! Oh! Gross! Gross!
Rick:
Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's the matter with you, Morty? Calm down! You're kind of killing the vibe in here.
Morty:
It's Summer! Aw, geez.
Summer:
Can you blame him? Come on, old man, little boy. Let's make an inter-generational sandwich.
Rick:
Time to go another dream deep, Morty!
Morty:
What the hell? Why would Mr. Goldenfold's dream version of Mrs.
Rick:
Geez, I don't know, Morty. Wha-what do you want from me?
Scary Terry:
Welcome to your nightmare, bitch! RAAAAAWWWRRR!
Rick:
Oh, here we go!
Morty:
Ooooooohhhhh! Holy crap!
Rick:
Looks like some sort of legally safe knock-off of an '80s horror character with miniature swords for fingers instead of knives.
Scary Terry:
I'm scary Terry. You can run, but you can't hide, bitch!
Jerry:
Whoa! Hey, buddy. What you got going on there?
Snuffles:
Snuffles fix. Make better.
Summer:
Humans understand snuffles now? That is awesome!
Snuffles:
Snuffles want to be understood. Snuffles need to be understood.
Jerry:
Okay, yeah. I get what Beth was talking about. Fun's over.
Summer:
Whoa, dad, you can't, like, endow a creature with sentience and then rip it away.
Jerry:
Why not?
Summer:
I don't know. It's Indian giving.
Summer:
Aw! Oh, my God! He recognizes the other dogs on TV.
Rick:
Holy crap! We have to escape into someone else's dreams, Morty!
Morty:
Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!
Rick:
The little girl!
Morty:
Huh?
Rick:
Are you kidding me? This again? Oh, man, it looks like we've hit dream bedrock here, Morty.
Morty:
Oh, geez, Rick. W-w-whoa, this isn't good.
Scary Terry:
Nothing but fear from here on out, bitch!
Morty:
Ohhhh!
Rick:
Holy crap, Morty. He can travel through dreams. He can travel through dreams! We're so screwed!
Snuffles:
Where are my testicles, Summer? ... Where are my testicles, Summer? They were removed. Where have they gone?
Snuffles:
Do not call me that!
Snuffles:
Snuffles" was my slave name. You shall now call me Snowball, because my fur is pretty and white.