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Principal Vagina: |
We had a little incident. A student was frozen to death. And there's no evidence that a Latino student did it! Everyone wants to take this to a racial place. I won't let them. |
Announcer: |
The glarp zone is for flarping and unglarping only. |
Announcer: |
The glarp zone is for flarping and unglarping only. |
Rick: |
I don't like it here, Morty. I can't abide bureaucracy. I don't like being told where to go and what to do. I consider it a violation. Did you get those seeds all the way up your butt? |
Morty: |
Yeah, Rick. Let's just get this over with, okay? I mean, these things are pointy. They hurt. |
Rick: |
That means they're good ones. You're a good kid, Morty. Those mega seeds are super valuable to my work. You've been a huge help to me. I'm gonna be able to do a- |
Rick: |
Why does he have to go over there? |
Rick: |
What new- what new machine? |
Rick: |
Run, Morty! Run! |
Morty: |
Aaaaaah! |
Morty: |
Ohhhhh! |
Morty: |
Ohhhhhh! |
Morty: |
Aaaaah! |
Rick: |
Don't think about it! |
Rick: |
Ooh! Oh, nice, Morty! The student becomes the teacher. |
Morty: |
Whoooooo! |
Rick: |
I need to type in the coordinates to our home world, Morty. Cover me. |
Morty: |
Oh, man. I mean, you know, I-I don't want to shoot nobody. |
Rick: |
They're just robots, Morty! It's okay to shoot them! They're robots! |
Morty: |
They're not robots, Rick! |
Rick: |
It's a figure of speech, Morty. They're bureaucrats. I don't respect them. Just keep shooting, Morty. You have no idea what prison is like here! |
Morty: |
Holy crap! This is insane! |
Rick: |
Come on, Morty! We got to get the hell out of here! |
Jessica: |
Wow. Did you just come into the cafeteria through a portal? |
Morty: |
Uh, yeah. Well, you know, my-my Ferrari's in the shop. Just kidding. |
Jessica: |
You're Morty, right? |
Morty: |
Yeah. |
Rick: |
You can get his number later. Come on, Morty. We got to get out of here. You got to get those seeds out of your ass. |
Jerry: |
Oh, look, honey. It's our son with Albert Ein-douche. |
Beth: |
What? |
Jerry: |
I'm an angry father, not an improviser. |
Rick: |
Oh, hi, Jerry. Oh, my goodness, Morty! What are you doing out of class? We talked about this. Your-your parents and I are very disappointed in-in this behavior... No? No takers? |
Rick: |
You guys should really not be touching that stuff. It's beyond your reasoning. |