Morty Smith : Rick, did you do this on purpose to get out of family counseling?
Beth Smith : Morty!
Rick Sanchez : It's okay, Beth. I understand Morty's suspicion. I've misled him before. Morty, turn me so we're making eye contact.
[Morty turns Pickle Rick's face so that it is facing him]
Rick Sanchez : Morty, I assure you, I would never "find a way" to "get out of" family therapy. I hope my lack of fingers doesn't prevent the perception of my air quotes.
Beth Smith : Okay, it's fine. I mean, you should just stay here and figure out how to stop being a pickle, okay?
Morty Smith : Hey, Rick, why is there a syringe of mysterious fluid hanging directly over you? Also, why is the string attached to it running through a pair of scissors attached to a timer? And why is the time set to 10 minutes from now, exactly when we would have left for therapy?
Rick Sanchez : [Long pause] Well, Morty, if you know must know, the syringe is completely unrelated to this discussion, and, therefore, it does not warrant further explanation.