Summer 1: What? English please?
All Ricks: Our time is fractured. You two somehow created a feedback loop of uncertainty that's split our reality into two equally possible impossiblities. W-we're exactly like a man capable of sustaining a platonic friendship with an attractive female co-worker. We're entirely hypothetical.
All Mortys: But I thought there were infinite timelines.
All Ricks: We're not on any timeline, dummy. Look.
All Mortys: Oh, my God!
All Summers: Are those cats?
All Ricks: I assume they're Schrodinger's cats. A-actually, I assume they both are and aren't, just like us.