“You know what? I’m happier without him.”
“I reorganized the spice rack alphabetically… by color.”
Cut to Morty and Summer hiding in the garage, armed with a plasma welder and a crowbar.
“Define ‘okay.’ I’ve got three extra memories of prom nights I never had and a sudden craving for artisanal toast. Let’s go.”
(voiceover, distorted): Oh yeah? Well, I’m an onion that makes you cry… and then explodes.
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