All Ricks: Whatever you're asking, the answer is I'm amazing. And away we go!
Rick: Huh, what do you know, it's working
Summer 1: Ow, ow ouch!
Morty 2: Whoa, ow, ow.
Rick: Oh shit.
All Ricks: What the hell is wrong with you two!? I—I m—I m—I mean you four!?
All Ricks: Good I'm glad it was painful. You do deserve it! I saw you, you're both  all over the damn place. We've been split for twenty minutes and your lives are already scattered to the quantum fucking wind? What the hell do either of you have to be so uncertain about? Your brand of zit cream? Which chair to sit in while I do everything? Come on, spit it out!