Summer: Oh my God, his head is in his food. I'm going to puke.
Beth: Morty, are you getting sick?  I told you not to practice-kiss the living room pillow. The dog sleeps on it.
Morty: I wasn't kissing a pillow, mom. I just I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Maybe my dreams were just too loud or something.
Summer: Or maybe you were out all night again with Grandpa Rick.
Jerry: What?
Beth: Dad?
Rick: 
Summer: Oh my God, his head is in his food. I'm going to puke.
Beth: Morty, are you getting sick?  I told you not to practice-kiss the living room pillow. The dog sleeps on it.
Morty: I wasn't kissing a pillow, mom. I just I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Maybe my dreams were just too loud or something.
Summer: Or maybe you were out all night again with Grandpa Rick.
Jerry: What?
Beth: Dad?
Rick: What, so everyone's supposed to sleep every single night now? You realize that nighttime makes up half of all time?
What, so everyone's supposed to sleep every single night now? You realize that nighttime makes up half of all time?