Slick: I thought your last Rick fused you with a lizard, not a chicken.
Lizard Morty: Okay, fine. I’m in.
Glasses Morty: Me too.
Lizard Morty: I-I thought I saw a fly.
Cop Morty: No Ricks, no families, high off their asses and runnin’ amok. Mortys are raised to be sidekicks. Without a side to kick, they just start kickin’.
Cop Morty: Yeah, make sure you get that down.
Cop Rick: Any mutations? Augmentations? Three eyes, a tail, maybe a buzzcut?