Brad: I throw balls far. You want good words, date a languager.
Jerry: Eh, Try not to worry about it, Morty. You're a good kid, and there's not a premium on that right now, but you'll be getting girls sometime after Brad's out of shape.
Morty: You're missing the point, Dad. I don't want girls, I want Jessica!
Jerry: Ahhh, well,  I remember feeling that way about a young lady named your mom, and that's not an urban dis, your mom was my Jessica. I remember the first time I saw her, I thought...
Rick: I should get her pregnant, then she'll have to marry me.
Jerry: I beg your pardon, Rick, INAPPROPRIATE.
Rick: Sorry, please proceed with your story about banging my daughter in high school.  I'm not sure you want to take romantic advice from this guy, Morty, his marriage is hanging from a thread.