Summer: God, I feel terrible.
Rick: Yup, it really makes you appreciate how fickle the universe can be.   One minute you're falling off a roof for six months, the next minute, bam!
Morty: Uh, just to be clear, it was Summer's job to put the mattress under-
Summer: Uh, what? It was your job, Morty.
Morty: Nuh uh!
Summer: Yeah huh!
Rick: Actually, sorry Summer, I gotta back the M bomb on this one. I remember the conversation. We told Morty to replace all the bank's money with cookies, your job was to put the mattress under Mr. Benson.