I can't believe you tricked us into loving you.
Not because I like it - it's because it's my job. But thank God I don't have to do it anymore.
The fuck you don't! It's Christmas!
Criminal Minds · Season 1, Episode 15
“Unfinished Business” · Season 1, Episode 15
In this episode: Dean Winchester (940), Damon Salvatore (715), Sam Winchester (665), Olivia Benson (637), Stephen Fry (608), Narrator (554), Clark Kent (523), Nate (486)
I can't believe you tricked us into loving you.
Not because I like it - it's because it's my job. But thank God I don't have to do it anymore.
The fuck you don't! It's Christmas!
You got something to tell me, Morty?
[awkwardly] Merry... Christmas?
Who dropped a lightsaber perfectly fսcking vertical?!
Oh, sh...
Guess what, numbnuts? It's a mile deep and still going! You know what's in the hilt of that thing?
Kyber crystals!
Okay, nerd. Whatever it is, when it hits the core, it's gonna cause a chain reaction that destroys the Earth!
I-It is?!
Why are you still playing with laser swords anyway? You're fourteen! You know all that Star Wars shit is silly, right? Lucas promised a new trilogy for decades, then when he delivered, fans turned on him, and started giving any knucklehead with nerd cred a shot, and churned out these irredeemable cash-grabs! Half pretend to be satisfied, half shit on it - and in the end, no one's happy! Do you know why, Morty? Because when you start with a turd, you end with a turd.
[Morty has started sobbing]
Why you crying?! Where's Rick?
He's busy. A-And I hate him! And I lost my lightsaber, and now it might destroy Earth, and you're unloading all this Gen X hatred on me for even wanting one, and i-it's the worst Christmas ever!
[trying to comfort him] Okay, M-Morty, Morty, Morty, Morty. I shouldn't have talked to you like you're a UN official. Let's get your embarrassing-ass lightsaber back so you can swing it around instead of kissing girls.
[to a dishevelled Rick] What kind of grandfather are you?! It's Christmas, for God's sake, and you look like Phil Spector wiped his ass with Randy Quaid!
Alright. Your derivative drill ship is now faster than a lightsaber. Morty, you want front or back?
Who says the two of us are going? Y-Y-You didn't even want to...
Oh, for fuck's sake. Bye! Good luck. Don't blow up my planet.
You act like you're the one that got stabbed in the back!
Because I am the one, Morty! You wanna know why I replaced myself in the beginning of that stupid "Knights of the Sun" thing? I said "Don't take the fucking sword," and you were like "whatever" like I'm our neighbor Gene or David Arquette or something. You called me boring. I've become dog shit to you. That's what happens when you let people in and they stop respecting you. They touch your shit, they screw things up, they kill your fuckin' family. Go ahead. Trust him (The President). You're gonna learn the same fuckin' thing.
I... am not going to kill your family, Morty.
That means a lot.
[After retrieving Morty's lightsaber]
May the Force be with... me!
I think you mean with me. [takes it from him and chuckles]
[held back by an orderly] What?! You hate Star Wars!
I was your age when this shit was in theatres. This franchise raised me, trained me, taught me good from evil, made having a bad father empowering! And when that third movie got all... "Muppety", something in me began to rot! But make no mistake, child - I own Star Wars, not you! Not that bubble-throat pompadour fuck, not some Mickey Mouse shit machine - they didn't pay the price with their souls! I did! I earned this, not you! America, transform and roll out! [leads everyone on a march out of Rick's lair]
BASTAAAARD!!!
I always wanted to fight with a lightsaber, but not like this! Y-You ruined it!
Disney ruined it! You think I want thirty low-rent TV series with bad CGI?! They film everything on that one big green screen!
Like you've got better ideas!
I've got a million! Here's one: a robot with lightsabers for eyes! [the robot blindly stumbles around, slicing itself and other robots apart] Goddammit, he can't see!
[Final scene]
Wow, are those all the places Rick Prime could be?
I wish, Morty. It's all the places he is.
Aw, Geez!
Welcome to my darkness. I've spent my life hunting this guy, Morty! This is the closest I've ever been to catching Rick Prime. It's impossible! He-He's an incredibly crafty piece of shit. Hunting him destroyed me, Morty! But now we're gonna do it together! You and me!
Oh! Uh...
It's gonna take over your life, Morty! Rick and Morty, Season 7, hunting my nemesis! Maybe trying to stay healthy while doing it! Juggling plates! Not every episode, Morty! It could be all happening in the background! Who knows?! You know, n-no one will, except us! I-It's the most painful shit I've ever had to deal with and I'm fucking bringing you into it, because you asked for it, Morty! You and me, Morty!
Kept in touch with the guys over the years -- as much as you can in this fast world. Bird Person went home to take on a challenge way more difficult than a Predator: raising Bird Daughter. Gearhead went back to the Gear System and got a spinal replacement. He's still paying it off. Squanchy checked himself into a nice rehab. No one thought it would stick, and it didn't. He was later arrested for smuggling toad venom across the border. Hugh Jackman went back to the Jack Shack to glue back together the Tony Award that Jean shot, and possibly to put a bullet in all future Wolverine references, thanks to us. And what came of Rick? I think he learned something that night. About friendship, about honesty, and maybe he learned something about himself...
[...]
Yep, don't any of you worry about Mr. Poopy Butthole! I got a lot of work to do, but I'll land on my poopy little feet. I always do... Oh! This burns like hell! How did the other guys not react?! Is mine different?! It's like my skin is boiling!
[In response to Jerry's complaint that he thinks Jean stole his rake, Rick slides Jerry a gun, then continues working on his ship.]
Jerry, thank you for bringing me into the "rake situation". I've done all I can. I'm out.
No surprise there. All that brain and you just waste it...
Ho-ho-hold up! [He pushes himself out from under the ship.] I waste my brain?!
Yeah, Rick! Obviously, you were born smarter than me, but if I had your brain...?
"If you had my--" I am so sick of this "born smart" shit!
[Rick pulls out a gun-like instrument.]
Are you gonna kill me...?
[He disassembles it, then goes about constructing a contraption.]
I was born crying and pissing myself just like you! Then I became the smartest man in the universe, and do I get credit? No, I get to check my brain privilege!
So we're swapping bodies?
No, that would be Freaky Friday, which is the ceiling of your grasp of consciousness. The brain is part of the body, Jerry; it's hardware. I'm gonna put my mind in your brain and your mind in my brain. Then we'll see the real definition of "waste", Jerry. Or, you know, admit genius isn't random and your failures are your own.
[chuckles] Not doing that.
Thought as much.
Rick, the guy's already kissing your ass.
It's the ass-kissers you have to keep in line. When they sense weakness, they move on you.
What, are we Walter White?! Who cares if a mid-tier crime dork "moves on us"? Thank you for the crystals. Morty, get in the car.
Actually, Morty, why don't you leave those crystals here? Since it's such an insulting amount...
There it is! Now he's thinking "Oh, maybe I can kill God!"
Yeah, because God doesn't haggle for ten thousand fucking croutons!
Oh, my god! Am I really about to die because you botched up Freaky Friday?!
Yes.
I want you to know, when this is over, the guy in this body is gonna yell at Jerry and call him useless, really lay into him... but he won't always mean it.
Well, cards on the table, the guy in this body might call Rick an angry old asshole, but he's the closest thing Jerry has to a friend.
They left a note!
Should we read it in Rick's voice or Dad's?
"Dear Family, we thought about leaving a note, but then one of us was like 'Why are we leaving a note? That's such a Jerry thing to do. But if we didn't leave a note, that's such a Rick thing to do.' And then we realized we just gotta be us, so it's a note but it's not really well-thought-out." That's it? They got out a pen and paper for this?
Who are you? What is this place?! And does my son sell drugs for my father? Maybe criminals will actually be honest with me...
Crystals can be anything, Mom!
Yeah, but these crystals are drugs.
Morty!
[The gangsters are confronted with a surgical, multiarmed, multiheaded amalgamation of Jerry and Rick.]
Holy shit! All the positive aspects of each, perfectly melded together?
Yes. I am... Jerricky. [They strike a karate pose.]
Alright boys, nothing could've prepared us for this! At this point, we gotta shoot and hope!
[A firefight breaks out.]
Also, everything's flammable!
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