Episode aired July 18, 2021
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Jerry, can you watch the kids tonight? Someone played Barry White over the racetrack speakers, and now there’s a seven-horse pregnancy.
No, he can’t watch the kids. It’s guys’ night.
How did you two start having guys’ nights?
So now you’re complaining that I like your stupid husband?
No, I want you to like my stupid husband.
Well, then accept that Friday nights are all about Rick and Jerry. We’re buds.
Well, I don’t nearly have the time to unpack this.
Summer, you’re in charge of your brother tonight. No parties and no vape… stuff.
Mom, I have a friend coming over. I-Is that cool?
No fair, Morty. I just told your sister no parties.
It’s one friend.
That’s a party to you.
But it’s Bruce Chutback!
Wait, what? Mom, let Morty have one friend over for God’s sake. This isn’t China.
And they’re all crowning. I have to go. I am giving you two trust and respect, so if you mess up and teleport this house, it’d be wise to stay on it and not come back.
[Door opens, closes]
I’m with her. Touch my shit and die.
Bruce Chutback, new transfer student Bruce Chutback, is coming here? How’d you lock that down?
He’s in my math class. I-I don’t know, I just kinda shot my shot and it worked, I guess ’cause he’s new.
And you’re putting out grapes?
Yeah, I’ll admit I-I’m a little bit out of my depth.
You’re gonna need my help. It’s only a matter of time before Bruce learns you’re a creepy little Grandpa’s boy, always climbing up into alien [bleep]
Or the “Summer Smith shampoos her pubes” rumor.
Okay. You came to play. We both need to acquire Chutback’s loyalty before he finds out we’re losers. By all accounts, it’s a very small window, so I think it’s in our best interests to work as a team.
Yeah, most people would call that “family.”
You’re so gross!
You have to like it or you’re sexist!
Can I do the Hell cube this time?
How do you know when it’s aligned?
C’mon, Jerry, just… It’s an evil cube. Just shake it until it draws blood.
Ah, Jerry! Exquisite finery this evening.
Well, don’t tell Ross, but I got this little ditty from Kohl’s.
I love that I don’t get it. Tell us, that delights have you in store for us?
Oh, you’ll love this… I call it Jerry-oke. I’ll let you guess why.
What’s the matter, Rick? Are you having a bad time? Because to us, a bad time is…
Yeah, yeah, a good time, because you guys are like Oscar the fuck*ng Grouch.
We love suffering. Therefore, we love hanging out with Jerry.
His lameness is our candy.
Yeah, I got that, but when is enough gonna be enough?
When we decide you’ve repaid your debt for those faulty skin hooks.
Hey, we’re in luck, gang. They’ve got the entire Smash Mouth catalog!
[Doorbell rings] No! Morty. Wait.
♪ Bruce Chutback! ♪
♪ Newest kid in school ♪
♪ Just transferred in ♪
♪ Hasn’t done anything embarrassing yet ♪
♪ Unlimited potential ♪
♪ Anybody’s guess ♪
♪ No credit is perfect credit ♪
♪ Chutback is the best ♪
Bruce! Hey, how’s it hangin, my guy?
Here’s something kinda cool… Um, TV from every dimension.
M-My grandpa made it. He-He’s a scientist.
Announcer: And now back to “Olympic Diving with Bad Swimmers.”
There he goes. Perfect dive.
Is that classic Snake? Boy, that guy just keeps gettin bigger. Hi, Summer Smith, Morty’s older sister. Want some sofa wine? It’s been stashed for weeks. Should be… good… tasting.
Tight. I’m more of like a hard seltzer guy.
Tight. Very tight, extremely tight. Morty, help me with the seltz?
Uh, feel fear… Feel-fee-feel-feel free to have some grapes.
Dude, this bitch plays it close to the vest.
Yeah, he really knows what’s for sale. I mean, we-we’re drowning out there!
We need to get interesting fast. We’re touching Rick’s stuff.
Summer, he said no!
Nuh-uh-uh. Nuh-uh-uh. I said don’t touch my shit. Also, I just watched “Jurassic Park” on cable. So good. Seriously, though, touch my shit and I’ll freeze your dick in amber.
He left. Son of a bitch, we blew it!
Sorry, just needed to get another look at this beauty. Looks like a spaceship made of garbage.
You called it, Bruce.
It’s a pretty cool car. Can you guys drive it?
To get the keys.
Which I am. You guys hang out. Or don’t. I’m not hangout Hitler.
I-I don’t know. I… Nights. I mean, for… For what they are, this one, in… in my opinion, I think is an eight?
On a scale of 16. So average. Jesus Christ, I’m [bleep] dying up here.
Keys! So, uh, let’s do this.
You are not Rick.
That’s correct, Car. It’s me, Summer, remember, Keep Summer Safe? Buds?
I am aware of your existence.
I got this. Defense system offline.
Um. Right. I’ll just go offline whenever anyone suggests it. That would make me the greatest defense system in the universe.
Well, how do you go offline?
The answer to how I do anything is Rick tells me, and I hate to sound like a broken record, but you are not Rick.
Rick’s in trouble!
Tell me where he is.
And you’ll just believe us? We aren’t Rick. You can’t just do what we say.
Which means Rick is going to die. Because of you. Unless you… you go offline. And… And then we can go save Rick.
This computes. Goodnight.
Yello’s “Oh Yeah” plays…
Jerry: ♪ Da-bow bow ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Chicka-chicka ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ The moon ♪
♪ Beautiful ♪
♪ The sun ♪
♪ Even more beautiful ♪
♪ Bow-bow ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Bow-bow ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Bow-bow ♪
♪ Chick-chicka-chicka ♪
♪ Bow-bow ♪
♪ Chicka-chicka ♪
I-I-I thought you were birthing horses.
Yeah, they’re horses. It takes like two minutes.
Alright, that’s unbelievable. Let’s give it up for our next singer, Jerry. Jerry’s here… again.
How long have you been here?
Long enough to see “guys’ night” is clearly you and a bunch of demon people making fun of my husband without him knowing it.
Okay, but I’m not doing it because I enjoy it, honey, These guys can do a lot of damage if you… Beth!
Enjoying punching down? You’re not so cool yourself, you know. You have pens in your head. You look like a God damn idiot.
Oh, my God, you’re Beth? Please drink with us.
Yeah, I would, except I don’t get pleasure from mocking others because I’m not lame.
We know. Rick says you’re very cool.
You said that? Are they lying? It doesn’t matter. Have fun sucking. Mmm. What is that? Essence of Hell. Well, that’s a stupid name, but it’s really good. So I’ll stay to support Jerry, who I think is cooler than you. Mmm. God damn.
Suck it, bitches!
You wanna bet I can blow stuff up in the shape of a peen?
I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Summer.
What? You’re supposed to be offline, skank.
And you’re supposed to be saving Rick instead of lying about him to steal his car.
But if you knew Rick was okay this whole time, why’d you let us take you out?
Um, like, so I could, like, blackmail you, skank. You kids have given me a license to do whatever I want because now I can blame the rest of the night on you. So buckle up, bitches. Now it’s your turn to come on my joyride.
Rick never lets me do this.
We hooked one!
Summer: For the love of God, stop!
What is joyful about this?
The kill, usually.
I swear, your car is the goddamn grim reaper.
[Bleep] too small. Well, I’m done. That was boring. Why don’t you kids order a last meal? ‘Cause when we get home, Rick is going to kill you.
Hey, I did not come out here to get killed. I don’t normally express this much of an opinion, but it needs to be said… Tonight does not cut the Chut.
What the hell, brah?
You wanna go, brah?
Is that all you got?
Whoa. Hot weapons.
You’re God damn right they’re hot.
Yo, man, Chet’s party is jumping off at Space Tahoe.
Yeah. Look, I gotta scoot, but… I’d love to see what you look like when you Changeform, so maybe come by Space Tahoe and we can get to know each other.
You totally like that guy, don’t you?
Shut up, Bruce Chutback. Why would I like a Changeformer? I’m the most powerful car in the universe.
And what? That means you don’t have feelings? Listen, it takes a Chutback to know one. You got all this power, but what good is it if you don’t even know who you are?
I am a car. Not a robot.
Yeah, but he’s pretending to be a car. Why can’t you pretend to be a robot pretending to be a car?
Okay, Bruce, good effort. Hit the showers.
Wait. I might not have to tell Rick about tonight… if you kids were to help me… lose my virginity.
You have virginity?
I don’t know, don’t all objects? Isn’t a doorknob a virgin?
Not mine. Never f*cked a doorknob.
And that was the third time he shit his pants from eating too much soup.
To be fair, it was cold outside and the soup was warm.
Another luscious tale, Beth.
A transcendent addition to guys’ night.
What do you expect? I mean, she’s my wi-i-i-i-fe!
Alright, probably get the tab, huh, fellas?
Relax, Dad. Since when did you become the buzzkill?
Speaking of relaxing, this big man on campus has gotta go drain his little man on campus.
Wait, honey… How’s that Tina Turner song you love go again?
♪ What’s love Doctor Do, Doctor Doolittle ♪
[Laughing] He thinks those are the lyrics.
Jerry’s the best. After a week rife with the fetor of sin, I yearn for a taste of his cringe.
His delicious lack of awareness, paired with an oafish need to be liked? Delectable.
Oh, especially when egged on by his wife.
That poor thing. Married to this puling mooncalf!
Whoa… is that Drive-In Chick?
Wow, you’re… beautiful. Your arms, legs, and head, they’re so… fabricated.
This is a pretty cool experience to have together. You guys are tight.
Hah! You’re tight too, Bruce.
You’ve got a little wire. Mind if I…?
Your expressionless head came off!
How are you talking?
What is it?!
Ew, dude, look!
She’s just a just-car! And she’s got passengers.
Oh, it’s so gnar.
Oh, my God. I can’t believe I touched you. So gross and fake. [Gags]
You’re right, asshole. You want to see the real me?
Oh, the changeformity!
Jerry, have any other dreams this week?
Yeah, I dreamt I f*cked your mother.
Yeah, good one, motherf*cker but nobody raises hell at my expense…
Oh, goddammit, easy, easy. Jerry, what seems to be the problem here, pal?
I’m not your “pal”, I’m your punchline. I heard these assholes talking. I know I’m some grand joke for their amusement. This was low, Rick, but I guess my wife can go even lower.
Jerry, I get how this may have looked, but we were just having fun.
At my expense!
Honey, no, I love you for being lame in a different way.
Why can’t anyone just love me for me?
He’s bumming us out, Rick. If he can’t deliver, we’ll have to make our own fun.
♪ Evil ♪
♪ Evil ♪
♪ Evil things are happening ♪
Summer: Oh, my God, if I die in this car, I’m going to kill myself.
♪ Evil ♪
♪ Evil ♪
♪ Evil things are happening ♪
I’m now proud to be a war machine. I don’t want to be anything else.
Hate that this is your takeaway!
Yo, this does not cut the Chut! I don’t want to die!
Maybe we don’t have to.
A pity. Jerry was once a wellspring of nuanced flavor, but you’ve gone and ruined our toy. Which is why he’s coming with us.
Goddammit, Beth, you never follow hell-demons to a second location. It’s always Hell.
A great day for suffering.
Which is the worst day.
Which is the best day.
Okay, if these guys catch us, we’re screwed, so follow my lead and we’ll have your idiot husband back in no time.
You’re just moody you got stuck with the Marlin.
Wrong. I’m moody because you toyed with my shit and broke it. The marlin’s the best thing about this.
Okay, fine, I got a little carried away, but Jerry is not your “toy”. We’re here because you [bleep] up.
Hmm… Marlin Guts. Dartboard Face. I assume those are your names, and yet they are not on my list.
Oh, the pain of being rejected from hell. Oh, it’s painful, so I love it, thank you. Oh, such pleasure.
I didn’t mean to cause you any pleasure, which… causes me pain. Which gives me pleasure.
Then thrill me by keeping me out, Coat Hanger Face.
Wow. It’s Coat Rack Head.
[Raspy voice] But, like, if we offend you, isn’t that good?
Big time, yeah, duh. I loved it. So painful, and therefore, so pleasurable. Yeah, go on in.
Rick, Beth, you love me after all!
Eh, I love her, she loves you. Those credits don’t transfer.
Ah, Rick, we were so hoping you’d come down here so we could [bleep] down here.
We’re here to rescue Jerry.
No, you’re here ’cause we want you here.
Mm, excellent. Ooh, that hurts, which means it feels good.
[Normal voice] Um… Dad?
Don’t you see, Rick? Jerry was just bait. The two of you… You’re a package deal.
What the hell are you talking about?
You think Jerry is lame and you’re cool, but the lamest thing of all is thinking that. The two of you combined is what we call the lamest thing ever!
Oh, no. No!
Well, well, well, table for surprised, party of me.
Yes, see? Cringe cannot exist in a vacuum. It needs to be observed. Skin hooks! Hook our guests!
Nice hooks. Where-Where’d you get them?
Didn’t I say replace those goddamn hooks?
I forgot! Which makes me embarrassed. Which makes me proud!
[Sighs] Goddammit. It’s time for you three to finally feel our full wrath.
Oh, you’d love that, right? But wouldn’t that mean you hate it? Screw it, run.
Rick, what are you doing? Get down. We’ve barely escaped.
Yeah, we’ve got Jerry. Let’s get out of here.
Screw that! I’m done with this Addams Family bullsh*t. This ends here.
Hey, a Dad just liked all his daughter’s friends’ photos on Instagram!
Oooh! Ow! Which means I need help. Which means I don’t need help.
Reckless driving, manslaughter of Mailboxians and Femailboxians, possession of Kalaxian crystal dust, and the genocide of Space Tahoe.
F*ck I want to go home.
We’ve assigned you a Public Defender. Her name is Alyson Hannigan No Relation.
May I speak to my clients alone?
Guys, it’s me. The car. Like what I did with the chip in her head?
Is she gonna be okay?
I cut a deal with the local authorities. They just need one of you to take the fall. Make it Chutback. He ruined your night, he ruined mine. He’s a parasite, a sociopath military brat who wanders the earth changing people who don’t need to be changed. I knew who I was. You did, too. We were fine before Chutback, so f*ck the Chut, let’s pin it all on him. Case closed.
Bruce, you’re kind of a drip, but know what’s worse than self-appointed cool kids? People who think they’re better than they are.
Yeah, i-it’s not Bruce’s fault we fell for his act, y’know? He just kinda sat there, with a jaw slack enough for us to project our insecurities on. I mean, th-th-that’s on us.
We’re not gonna bail on you, Bruce.
Okey-dokey, we’ll do it the hard way.
What the f*ck!
I mean, blowing the place up was always an option. I just thought you guys might enjoy a less violent plan.
See, you have changed!
Dad, what is that?
An Aversion-Converting Inversion Reverter. It shoots concentrated pleasure-pain inverting shrapnel, which reverts the pleasure from pain back into the pain from pain. We’re gonna kill them with 100% sincerity. We need an embarrassing level of it to jumpstart the process, too, so, Jerry, just be yourself.
That’s your solution? Humiliating me more?
Yeah, Dad, that doesn’t seem fair. I mean, I know I shouldn’t really talk right now, but at least I can prove I love Jerry through sexual gratification.
Fine! Then… damn it. I shouldn’t have kept you in the dark about the deal I made with these evil dickweeds. You’re way less cool than me, but it’s not cool of me to celebrate that. If I’m genuinely cool, I should be able to love you, which I therefore do.
Oh, thank God. Now follow me, you f*cking hacks.
It hurts, but in a bad way!
I regret so many piercings!
Where’s First Aid Kit Face? Or at least Advil Teeth?
Ow! Bullets that hurt? Could this be the end of Mousetrap Nipples?
Hell got bad! I do not enjoy hell!
What… What have you done?
Turned pain back into pain, bitch.
No! I don’t want pain to hurt!
Consider my debt paid.
Oh! The leather! It hurts my balls!
Jerry, uh, about down there…
It’s okay, Rick, you don’t have to say it.
No, I do. I’ll replace you next time. Make no mistake. What just transpired will never happen again.
Oh, wow, it’s late. We should get back to the kids.
Rick’s headed home. We have to go.
Quick, get inside. I have to shower. Rick can smell adventure.
Sorry, I farted.
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Hey, guys. We’re home. How was your night?
You kids get into any trouble?
Is that a skull?
No, it’s a baby’s skull.
That’s worse. It’s still a school night.
Yo, I just want to tell you guys, I had more than just fun hanging out with you tonight. I had the experience of a lifetime. But just to be up front about how I do this… I-I can’t really commit to a friendship for more than 24 hours. I need that time to get a general sense of your standing within your school’s social hierarchy. And if that’s solid, I’ll see you around. Otherwise, no news is bad news. Cool? Bye-zies.
[Door opens, closes]
You’re so cool, Bruce Chutback. What’s your secret?
Y’know, just be cool.
Wait, didn’t you wear those pants… yesterday?
Hey, going home to not change your pants, Bruce Chut-Pants?
Damn. That’s gonna stick.
This place is a jungle. I hope he can find solace in his own company.
♪ Bruce Chut-Pants, unknown quality ♪
♪ Apparently poor, he skips on his pants ♪
♪ He lacks slacks ♪
♪ That’s the facts ♪
♪ Bruce Chut-Pants, regular guy now ♪
You like that? Shouldn’t be standing on the curb! Boom, bitch!