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Summer:
Now, be my footstool, Snuffles.
Jerry:
This is what I'm talking about. This is a dog.
Jerry:
You said the same thing, equally sarcastically, at our wedding and guess what?
Snuffles:
Ooowwwwowowwaawaa!
Summer:
Oh, my God! He's trying to tell us something. That is so awesome.
Snuffles:
Aaaawwaaaaawaawa!
Jerry:
Aw, he's saying "I love lasagna".
Snuffles:
Ooooyayawawa!
Summer:
He's saying "I love Obama". So cute! I'm posting this online, like, right now.
Jerry:
I should call Bob Saget. Is that still a thing?
Snuffles:
Hmm?
Rick:
Goldenfold, we're coming out! We just want to talk!
Rick:
Because we're both rational adults that don't want anything bad to happen. And because I have a human shield.
Mr. Goldenfold:
Mrs. Pancakes! AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!
Rick:
Oh, no, Morty. His subconscious is panicking.
Rick:
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoooooaaaa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoooooaaaa!
Morty:
Whooooa! Whoooooooa! Whoa! Whooooooooaaaaa!
Morty:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Rick:
Relax, Morty. Look! Mrs. Pancakes has a parachute. Come on!
Mrs. Pancakes:
Hey, you don't know me!
Morty:
Oh, no, Rick, look! Goldenfold landed the plane, and he's created a mechanical arm to pluck Mrs. Pancakes out of the air while he lets us fall - into a giant vat of lava!
Rick:
Pretty concise, Morty. Looks like we've merely prolonged the inevitable. That's it, Morty! Prolonging the inevitable! Listen, if we go into Mrs. Pancakes' dream, everything will go 100 times slower, Morty. That'll buy us some time to figure this out!
Mrs. Pancakes:
You don't know m-
Rick:
All right, let's go.
Morty:
Oh, man, Rick, this is pretty weird.
Rick:
Don't judge, Morty.
Morty:
Okay. All right, well Look, Mrs. Pancakes is right over there. I'll just go ask her to tell goldenfold not to kill us when she wakes up.
Rick:
Whoa, whoa, Morty, the trick to incepting is making people think they came up with the idea. Listen to me. If we're gonna incept Mrs. Pancakes, we have to blend. I'll talk to you after lunch.
Morty:
Ooh, oh! Oh, man.
Morty:
I'm sorry. No, no.
Morty:
No, thanks!
Morty:
No, I'm okay.
Morty:
Whoa!
Summer: