President: I hope I can call on you again if we need you, Morty.
Morty: Sure thing! And I was kinda hoping that I could get a selfie with you?
President: Actually, if you try to tell anyone what happened here, we’ll deny it and probably worse.
Morty: Understood.
Nathan: DIIIIEEEE!!!!
President: Why didn’t he turn into a snake?
Rick: Trade secret, Mr. President. Particle beam in a wristwatch… snake holster on the leg.