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8,900
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Second Morty
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: We're losing the costumes?
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8,901
| 43
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Second Summer
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: Thank god, this decoy outfit smells like ass.
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8,902
| 43
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Second Rick
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: Fuck you, Summer.
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8,903
| 43
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Second Rick
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: Shit, that guy's awesome. Okay, listen, he might actually be the real Rick. But whatever happens–
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8,904
| 43
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Summer
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: Wait! We don't have to do this. We're both Summers. Shouldn't we at least try molly before we die?
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8,905
| 43
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Second Summer
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: You know what, yeah. Fuck this noise.
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8,906
| 43
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Second Summer
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: Wait, I don't know who to shoot.
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8,907
| 43
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Both Mortys
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: Summer!
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8,908
| 43
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Second Summer
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: I can't deal with this. I had to kill myself. You have too, to.
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8,909
| 43
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Both Mortys
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: Summer!
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8,910
| 43
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Rick
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: Fuck you, I'm real! I'm the smartest man in the universe!
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8,911
| 43
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Second Rick
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: Probably not even wrong. But that's just it. I'm not a man. I'm God!
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8,912
| 43
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Second Rick
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: You're just made in my image.
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8,913
| 43
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Rick
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: Fuck you.
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8,914
| 43
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Second Rick
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: You the, uh, Summer I came with?
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8,915
| 43
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Second Summer
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: Probably.
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8,916
| 43
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Second Rick
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: Good enough. Morty?
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8,917
| 43
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Morty
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: Yeah.
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8,918
| 43
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Beth
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: I'm here, too.
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8,919
| 43
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Second Rick
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: Holy shit, that was insane! I love you guys, I've totally changed!
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8,920
| 43
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Second Rick
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: Oh, fuck.
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8,921
| 43
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Mr. Always Wants To Be Hunted
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: You shoulda hunted me.
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8,922
| 43
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Second Rick
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: What? Who—were you significant? Like, did we tee you up? You want to be hunted? God, I have so many questions. Why? What happens if– [he dies.]
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8,923
| 43
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Mr. Always Wants To Be Hunted
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: Somebody hunt me!
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8,924
| 43
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Rick
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: Pretty cool adventure, huh? Big, long road trip adventure through space? Even ran into Space Beth. Maybe that'll happen more often!
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8,925
| 43
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Space Beth
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: Let's not overdo it.
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8,926
| 43
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Rick
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: Oh, shit. Looks like someone killed the decoy family.
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8,927
| 43
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Beth
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: [at the same time as Space Beth] Decoy family?
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8,928
| 43
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Space Beth
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: [at the same time as Beth] Decoy what now?
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8,929
| 43
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Glockenspiel Jerry
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: Hello?
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8,930
| 43
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Glockenspiel Jerry
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: Oh, oh my god! Oh my god!
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8,931
| 43
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Glockenspiel Jerry
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: No! No, no no, no no no no no!
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8,932
| 43
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Glockenspiel Jerry
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: Nooooo!
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8,933
| 43
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Glockenspiel Jerry
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: Oh god. Yes, yes, sweet death.
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8,934
| 43
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Glockenspiel Jerry
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: Why am I still alive? Oh, god. Is there anything left? Hello?
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8,935
| 43
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Woodpecker
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: What is it?
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8,936
| 43
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Dolphin
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: A relic...from a kinder past.
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8,937
| 43
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Glockenspiel Jerry
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: Wait, cowboys?
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8,938
| 43
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Glockenspiel Jerry
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: Christianity again?
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8,939
| 43
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Glockenspiel Jerry
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: Oh god, why can't I die? This is the worst thing that's ever happened to anyone!
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8,940
| 47
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Morty
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: Are we - are we gonna put it back when we're done with it?
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8,941
| 47
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Rick
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: Why? The only thing of value on it is the secret treasure map. The rest is just instructions for running a country, and I'm pretty sure they're online.
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8,942
| 47
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Morty
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: It just feels a little wrong -
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8,943
| 47
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Rick
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: Morty, are you gonna be a fucking American nerd or are you gonna be cool and steal the constitution with Grandpa? Here, hold this while I crack the hermetic seal.
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8,944
| 47
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Morty
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: W-Why not just use this again?
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8,945
| 47
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Rick
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: Morty! You just destroyed the map and activated the giant assassin hidden in the Statue of Liberty!
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8,946
| 47
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Morty
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: I'm sorry - W-wait, what?
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8,947
| 47
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Rick
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: It was a Trojan horse, Morty. Never trust the French. Alright, fun's fun, but now the federal government's gonna be pissed again. Way to go. And on America's birthday or whatever the fuck Thanksgiving is.
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8,948
| 47
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Soldier
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: Rick and Morty! You are under arrest and surrounded by an anti-portal shimmer! Come out with your hands up!
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8,949
| 47
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Jerry
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: Well, happy Thanksgiving to me. Can't wait to see what a "shimmer" does to my prostate.
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8,950
| 47
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Beth
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: Dad, can you just end whatever this is -
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8,951
| 47
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Rick
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: I understand you're upset Mr. President. It's honestly all Morty's fault. But in the meantime, you really want to keep your army of pointlessly camouflaged Eagle Scouts off my lawn.
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8,952
| 47
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The President
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: Don't tell me what I want you anti-American piece of shit! You terrorist!
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8,953
| 47
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Rick
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: You know, you use that word so much it's lost all meaning, Mr. P. It's like, at this point, what's a terrorist? It's a guy you don't like. Big deal.
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8,954
| 47
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Rick
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: Told you to stand down. You just lost two soldiers over here. Good men. Might be time to look at the terrorist in the mirror.
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8,955
| 47
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The President
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: You want a war?! I'll put your outer-space ass in a goddamn Phantom Zone with a bar of kryptonite soap around your neck. You're done, Sanchez! You hear me?
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8,956
| 47
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Rick
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: Oof. He's really pissed this time.
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8,957
| 47
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Summer
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: Why don't you guys just fuck and get it over with.
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8,958
| 47
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Rick
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: Okay, well thank you, Summer, but I think I've got a better option.
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8,959
| 47
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Beth
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: Dad, no.
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8,960
| 47
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Rick
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: Ehh, hands are tied, sweetie. I have to turn myself into a turkey and trick the President into giving me a Presidential turkey pardon.
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8,961
| 47
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Jerry
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: Again? How many times have you done this?
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8,962
| 47
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Rick
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: I don't know, Jerry, how many years have I lived here? Careful how you answer that.
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8,963
| 47
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Morty
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: Geez, Rick, y'know, y-you've done this a lot. Don't you think the President might see it coming this time?
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8,964
| 47
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Rick
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: He probably will, Morty. That's all part of the dance. In the past, I've inserted myself into the potential turkey pardonee population by brainwashing the presidential turkey wrangler prior to the ceremony.
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8,965
| 47
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The President
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: But this time, the turkey wrangler's been euthanized and the turkeys will be transported by armored military vehicles.
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8,966
| 47
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Rick
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: Vehicles manufactured by ghost corporations that I control.
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8,967
| 47
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The President
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: Which we have audited.
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8,968
| 47
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Rick
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: Allowing me access to...
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8,969
| 47
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The President
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: Central computer...
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8,970
| 47
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Rick
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: To track the...
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8,971
| 47
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The President
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: Real armored transports, which he can never...
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8,972
| 47
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Rick
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: Totally track and sneak aboard.
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8,973
| 47
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The President
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: And even if he does, he'll be on a truck full of turkeys and fully armed marines.
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8,974
| 47
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Rick
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: Who won't recognize me because the human eye is inherently face blind to turkeys.
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8,975
| 47
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The President
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: Fortunately, those marines won't have human eyes. They'll have turkey eyes.
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8,976
| 47
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Dwayne
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: Jesus ever-loving Christ, why don't you two just fuck and get it over with?
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8,977
| 47
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The President
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: Careful, Dwayne. You're only Vice President because I need 10% of the white vote.
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8,978
| 47
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Dwayne
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: There's a giant French assassin attacking New York, and you're using the war room to measure dicks with your alcoholic sci-fi boyfriend?
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8,979
| 47
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The President
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: Rick Sanchez is more dangerous than some steam-powered French bitch, and New York can handle its own global emergencies. General? Initiate Operation Deep Gobble.
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8,980
| 47
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Mary Lou
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: Coop, not on Thanksgiving.
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8,981
| 47
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Coop
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: It's what I trained for, Mary Lou.
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8,982
| 47
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Mary Lou
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: It ain't our fight.
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8,983
| 47
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Coop
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: Baby. That little race car driver you got bakin' in your belly. What world would you want him rearin' up in? One where some... spiky-haired Doctor Who in a lab coat can change the color of the sky? Or a world where he can fill his pickup with hot dogs and drive it to a jukebox full of our demographic's current favorite music?
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8,984
| 47
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Mary Lou
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: Obviously the latter, but --
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8,985
| 47
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Coop
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: Well, that world, Mary Lou, the one with those meals, vehicles and songs people in this 30-mile area prefer... that world needs a few good men. In a secret Pentagon lab. Turning into turkeys.
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8,986
| 47
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Mary Lou
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: You come back without feathers, Coop.
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8,987
| 47
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Bartender
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: God, I love this country.
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8,988
| 47
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General
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: These pills contain tracking chips that identify each of you as individuals. That will be important later.
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8,989
| 47
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Turkeyfied Marine 1
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8,990
| 47
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Turkeyfied Marine 2
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: Let me look at you, scum. get outta here, you wobbleneck.
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8,991
| 47
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Turkeyfied Marine 3
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8,992
| 47
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Turkeyfied Marine 1
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8,993
| 47
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Mr President
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: Stay frosty, gentlemen. I want this pardoning pipeline airtight.
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8,994
| 47
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Soldier
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: Sir! We have hacked the garage door. We are in. Eyes on the bogey.
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8,995
| 47
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Mr President
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: Or you've got eyes on a robot.
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8,996
| 47
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Soldier
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: All due respect, sir, I know flesh when I see it!
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8,997
| 47
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Turkeyfied Rick
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: Those flesh-covered [burps] robots should buy us some time. The pardonable turkeys should be on that truck. Ship, go stealth.
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8,998
| 47
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Turkeyfied Marine 1
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8,999
| 47
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Turkeyfied Rick
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: Huh. Turkey Marines. The President came to play. Jam those two radios.
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