Rick and Morty – S09E05 – Jer Bud – Transcript

Rick and Morty
Season 9 – Episode 5
Episode title: Jer Bud
Original release date: June 21, 2026

Plot: As Jerry prepares for a job interview, Morty leaves the house to go visit his old dog Snowball on a planet colonized by cyborg dogs at the end of Lawnmower Dog. Morty feels uncomfortable by the humanoid pets that the dogs have bred, called Mups, especially after he witnesses the inhumane Mup-breeding process and discovers that there is a Mancor resistance fighting against their dog rulers. Morty inadvertently leads the Mup resistance after almost being arrested by Snowball. This culminates in a brawl between Morty and Snowball, but the two eventually reconcile. Back on Earth, Jerry takes a Flaxian worm from Space Beth, which eats away a person’s worries. Jerry consumes too many worms, leading to him nailing his interview with a man named Bob. Rick, Space Beth and Beth realize that the worms want to continue feeding off of Jerry’s anxiety by coercing him to make absurd comments to the interviewer and a potential client. Jerry’s uninhibited confidence leads to him landing the job and client, erasing his worries and causing the Flaxian worms to look for a new host before Rick contains them. Rick then uses the worms to rectify the damage done on Snowball’s planet after the Mup uprising by feeding them to the dogs, Mups, and Mancors. Post-credits scene: Jerry is interrupted during a virtual meeting by Bob, telling his new clients, the Flaxian worm-influenced dogs and Mups, that he loves working with them because they’re so chill.

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Transcript

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Jerry: Uhh, I’m so nervous!

It’s been so long, no one even makes fun of me for being unemployed anymore.

Aw. We can make fun of you if you want, sweetie.

You could also take one of these.

It’s a worry worm.

It eats your worries and dies out in a couple hours.

I’m on one right now. Super chill.

I’m not taking breakfast drugs!

We doing breakfast drugs?

I’m just dropping Morty off. Deal me in.

Nobody’s dealer-ing anyone.

Seriously, guys, this interview is important to me!

Wow! Good luck, Dad!

Didn’t – Didn’t realize you were still trying.

Yeah. Why?

No one’s on your ass to contribute a thing.

Ah, if you’re trying to neg me into taking a worm, you’ve succeeded.

Negging works. [Gulps]

See you all in a week! Mnh.

I’m so excited!

Guh-uh, this is what it feels like to have friends?

Wouldn’t know. Pick you up on Sunday?

See you then!

Snowball! Morty!

[Panting] [Laughs]

Oh, my God! I missed you so much!

Me too, Morty. Me too.

[Laughs]

♪♪

♪♪

[Shutter clicking]

I…was there when that happened.

Really cool!

Whoa! They got a monorail, too?!

Proud of my dog. He built this place, you know.

UGG! Glugg UGG!

Agh! Shit! What the fuck?

Paul! Come! Up! Don’t mess with him.

We don’t know if he’s had his shots.

Snowball: Morty. Oh, I see you’ve met a mup.

No big deal.

Just humanoid creatures we bred to be pets.

Hopefully that doesn’t, heh, freak you out too much.

Oh. Nope. I’ve seen a lot of stuff.

Good, because it would be weird if you were offended by it, heh, since you had pets first.

[Gasps] [Sniffing]

Ugh! Is there anything else we could visit or talk about?

Yes. Good. Good. Of course.

BooBoo, push the Sniff Conference.

I’ve got a lot to show my old friend.

That’s the college of New Dog City.

And there is our mech-suit warehouse.

We’ve updated your grandpa’s designs.

Cool!

I know you’re probably distracted by the mups.

Sadly, they’re all I can see now.

Okay, m-maybe we should just chill at your place.

You know? Ch-Chill? Hang?

[Beeping]

Water bowl, sir?

It is our finest hose water.

Ohh! It’s shaped like a little dog bowl.

Tha– Hey. That’s – That’s fun.

Snowball: Yes, this is good.

We will hang by the pool and reminisce about old times.

No politics. [Chuckles]

[Mancors screeching] We got company!

God damn it!

Haaaa! Take, take!

Jesus Christ!

Take, take, take! Take, take, take!

[Morty screams]

You said we could keep them out!

We’re trying, sir!

The Mancors, they’re adapting!

So we adapt harder, General.

You’re making my friend uncomfortable.

Okay. Morty…

I think you’re getting the wrong impression.

You’re seeing a lot of physical deformity and selective breeding, and your mind is going to all kinds of places.

I mean, it’s more that this wasn’t quite the vacation I –

Titus, take Morty to the mup facility, mm?

Show him how loved they are.

Hey, buddy!

Okay. Y-You don’t have to crouch.

Wow, and it says here under Other Experience: “jumped dimensions.”

What was that like?

Well, you see some things, Bob, but at the end of the day, you realize we’re all pretty much the same.

That’s the kind of experience I want to bring to the team.

Incredible.

So can I ask?

Any big fish you’re trying to take down?

Well, Jerry, I don’t normally talk clients during interviews, but, God, I’m just loving this laid-back attitude!

Nipslip Vodka.

If we can convince them to hire us, we’d double our revenue.

Ahh.

I mean, it’s right there, Bob.

It’s screaming at ya.

What? I-II don’t see it.

Drink.

Yes. Yes! I love it!

I love it! So simple. So great!

Mm. These things come to me.

Hey. You free tonight?

We’re having dinner with their CEO.

They need to hear this, Jerry, and they need to hear it from someone as confident as you.

♪ It’s Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday ♪

Honey, I’m home. Jerry?

Prospects are good. Meeting the client for dinner.

Oh. Uh, that’s great.

Why did you park on the lawn?

Jesus. How many of these did you take?

The first worm helped, so I took a couple more. No biggie.

What’s up? Jerry O.D. on worms?

I told him to take one!

[Burps] Holy shit!

Jerry, you are teeming!

I-I guess you had enough anxiety to fuel a worm breeding frenzy.

That’s a bad thing, right?

It’s a new thing. I-I gotta admit, I don’t know much about the worm business.

I’m sure my worm dealer has a fix.

J-Man’s gonna pass on all this.

Honey, you’re teeming!

Alright. But let’s wrap this quick.

Big night ahead.

No more giving Jerry drugs.

Loud and clear.

Titus: You like that?

We call it a mup-acino!

Mmm! Creamy!

Biscuit, this is Emperor Snowball’s “Morty.”

As you can see, Morty, it’s all totally fine.

I’m kind of getting the impression that you’re all sort of ashamed of this stuff.

Ashamed? He seems unconvinced.

I’ll play the video.

Dog spokesperson: And thanks to new breakthroughs in cruelty-free Mup technology, you can further customize your new best friend with our drag-and-drop display.

[Mup screams]

Hahaha! And the mups like it!

Non-genetic modifications can also be made once your mup is born, and once the stitch is healed, your new friend is ready to join the family.

Super normal!

And if you think it’s weird, you’re weird.

[Baby mup cries]

Brought you a friiiend!

[Coughing]

That’s a happy wheeze!

Titus: Aww. He thinks they’re inside the TV.

Play him the video again!

Morty? Oh. Hey – Hey, pal.

Glad I caught you, actually.

I-I’m just gonna take off.

Got some homework I forgot about. Uh…

Great seeing you, though. Right.

So you’re going to cancel me?

What? No.

So you’re not gonna run and tell your grandfather I’m doing eugenics?

You’re projecting so much specific shit onto me!

You think I’m racist.

Listen, I came here as your friend.

That’s how I wanna leave.

Okay. Just had a lot planned.

Didn’t even get to see our giant sprinkler.

Next time. O-Okay?

Okay…

[Door closes]

[Panting softly]

Please don’t try to kill me. Please don’t try to kill me.

Please don’t try to kill me.

[Crash] Titus: Oh, shit!

[Tires screech] God damn it!

Oh, God! On the ground! Down! Down!

♪♪

[Tires screech] [Horn honks]

Driver: Get out of the road, you dumb mup!

Oh…no…

[Mups snarling]

[Mancors shrieking]

♪♪

[Snarling]

Oh, fuck me!

Take, take, take, take! Take, take, take, take!

Wait! Maybe they can’t see us if we don’t move!

Never mind! Run! [Whimpers]

[Sniffing] Take-take?

Ugh. Please don’t take me to join some kind of rebellion.

Yah. Take-take.

[Mancors shrieking] Aww, man!

Uh, hello? Sweet Marie?

[Lizard growls and screeches]

Brought the whole family, huh?

We’re cool.

Yeah, we’re… ice cold.

As you can see, my idiot kinda-husband took too many Flaxar worms, and they are now reproducing inside him.

Cha-ching! You want to go 60/40?

We’re trying to fix him, not get into the worm business.

Well, hold on. Who’s getting that 60?

Dad, we are not letting this woman harvest Jerry for worms!

Marie? You texted “Come in” and then a gun emoji?

Space Beth: Yah!

[All grunting]

[Sweet Marie screams]

God damn it, Dad! Good dealers don’t grow on trees!

Infinite multiverse, sweetie.

There are trees that do that.

[All grunting]

♪♪

[Screeching]

Beth: Shit, Jerry!

Hmm. We better find him fast.

If the worms hit a tipping point on Jerry’s anxiety, they’ll start using him to feed on other people’s worry.

You mean… He’s going to feed on creating discomfort.

Oh, boy. He’ll be great at it.

Jerry’s tracker disappeared here.

The worms must have eaten it.

Those things impress me more and more by the minute.

Rick: They’re a gold mine. Hold on.

[Grunts]

Surprise improv on the subway!

Hey, want to jump in, sir?

[British accent] We could play aging rock stars, luv.

Shall we get cream- crackered-knackered?

Taking him to that improv class was a mistake.

Why wouldn’t that be worry-worm heaven?

‘Cause Jerry loves it.

Uh, no, these things must be trying to max out

Jerry’s anxiety specifically.

Where could he go to create the most discomfort for everyone involved?

Rick/Beth: His client dinner! Client dinner?

Right. Why he did the worms in the first place.

Do I have Long COVID?

Take, take, take! Take, take, take!

Take, take, take! Take, take, take!

[Mancors shrieking]

[Morty screams]

Take, take, take! Take, take, take!

Oh. Cool. Y-You have a leader already.

Y-You don’t – You don’t need me as your Dances for Wolves.

With Wolves? I haven’t seen it.

Ha! That’s sidelines talk.

You clearly don’t understand what we’re up against.

The dogs have a breeding program in the city.

They raised us in cages!

Our bodies were twisted then ripped from our mothers! [Mup crying]

I-I probably know some of this.

They made me watch the mup video. Three times.

“Mup” is the language of the oppressor!

You’re still trapped in their way of thinking!

Again, just getting out in front of this, I’m not looking to get caught up in all the colonization, eugenics, hierarchies.

Above my pay grade.

Humans kind of started this cycle a billion years ago.

You don’t want me involved.

So this is your fault?

Not directly enough that I need to fix it.

I just come from a world where the humans are in charge and we did this to dogs.

[Gasps] He will help us!

I didn’t say that!

Wahwah: Dogsss!

Scared! Scared! Scared! Scared!

[Mancors screeching]

Shh.

Dog commander: Search everywhere!

Do you have eyes on Morty?

Commander: Not yet. Find him.

He said we were asshole, racist piece-of-shit bigots!

[Gasps]

[Mancors shrieking]

♪♪

You fucking leatherskins!

NOOOOOOO! Ascot…

♪♪

Ascot…

[Weakly] You… must lead…

Human booyyyy.

[Mancor screams]

Guh!

Just to clarify, I killed that dog guy

’cause I’m pissed at Snowball, not because of your conflict.

[Whirring]

Take, take, take! Take, take, take!

Take, take, take! Take, take, take!

Yes, General? Awww! Morty!

I heard there was a car crash.

Where are you? I can come get you.

I’m coming for you, Snowball!

You asshole, racist piece-of-shit bigot!

[Gasps] I knew it!

[Morty screams]

Morty: Okay. The main gate is here.

Guest house is here.

Remember, Snowball is mine.

And, again, just so happens both our agendas involve storming the palace.

Not your leader. [Mancors grunting]

No. Just stop winking at me!

Don’t wink at each other, either!

I mean it! I’m not a Christ figure!

Mancors…ready.

Good. Let’s just get in there.

It’s time to let Snowball know… he’s been a bad dog.

[Smooth jazz music plays]

Uh, sir, how can I help you?

Jerry! Man, am I glad to see you!

Uh, is your skin moving?

Yeah…

Jerry, this is Carl. Carl Nipslip…

Carl, I just gotta tell you, you’re fucking bald.

And I hate bald dudes.

[Laughs] I love this guy!

[All laugh]

I hear you’re nervous about working with us, Carl.

I used to feel nervous. Now I literally eat fear.

Let’s have a drink, you fucking pussy.

Three martinis. I already ordered for us.

Wow. Yeah.

Oh, my God.

That was what I wanted! How’d you know?!

‘Cause you’re a drunk. And I know what you want.

I know what customers want.

They want to be told what they want.

Frankly, I-I’d sign the paperwork right now.

I would definitely. But you need to meet –

[Clears throat] You need to meet the board in New York.

Take me there.

Jerry! What are you doing?!

And why’d you tell me to bring my pregnant wife?!

[Screaming]

I was supposed to get an epidural!

[Alarms blaring]

[Screaming]

I induced your labor with that barrel roll.

Now I’m going to deliver your baby.

Just like I’ll deliver visibility to Nipslip Vodka.

That company is your baby, Carl.

I understand you.

Incredible! We’re in freefall!

I can’t fix it! Waaaa!

Good. What’s your name?

Ellen.

It’s time to push, Ellen.

We’re gonna crash while you create life.

Blood. Fear. Darwinism.

I think I want to be your wife.

Me too!

[Screaming]

[Squish]

I’ll name her Jerry.

Get her a stock portfolio.

She entered the jungle today.

The grind never stops.

You are all my wife now!

[All screaming]

Come on! We have to keep moving!

[Mancors shrieking]

Help? Help?

My God. An entire army. Right under our feet.

[Drums playing]

[Applause]

♪♪

[Mancors shrieking]

Morty: Free them all!

♪♪

Take, take, take! Take, take, take!

Ugh!

[Zapping]

Ohh. I thought they’d be more helpful.

City living.

Yeah, these guys do not get guns!

[Dogs barking]

Wahwah: Flee!

♪♪

To the palace!

They’re using our own suits against us!

They tried putting mups in them!

Snowball: Where is he? Where is Morty?!

[Rumbling]

Morty: SNOWBALLLLL!!!!!

♪♪

Titus: Oho! Little Morty! You’re all worked up!

Does someone need a nap? Aah!

Snowball: Morty. My old master.

Have you come to swat me with a newspaper?

[Morty screams]

We were best friends, Snowball!

You tried to have me killed!

How could I trust you, Morty?!

You recoil at my civilization.

You attempt to leave?

How much more avoidant could I have been?!

Typical human. Afraid to bark what you truly feel!

Typical canine. Full of shame but still shitting on the carpet!

Snowball: This world is not your carpet!

I’ve been saying that!

I just came here to spend some time with my dog!

Snowball: There it is, then. The truth. “Your” dog.

We could never be equals. [Morty screaming]

You cursed me with intelligence.

You sent me to this nightmare planet with weird, ironic humanoids.

[Grunts]

Was I your dog then, Morty?

You’re right!

[Grunts]

But you’re my dog now.

[Mancors shrieking]

Snowball: Dogs! Help!

Morty: Everyone stop! Or the emperor dies!

Oh. O-ooka-okay. Good.

Well, was kind of all I wanted to achieve, so…

Didn’t – Didn’t really have a solution ready to go.

Wasn’t even gonna kill Snowball. I was – I was bluffin’.

Um, just need someone to take me home now.

Leader? No.

Again, not setting up a government or ushering a new age of righting old wrongs –

Then WAAAAAAAAAAAR!!

What? Wait. No!

[Morty screaming]

Snowball: Morty! My panic room!

[Beeping]

[Baby crying]

Unh! Jerry! You’re crazy!

I haven’t enjoyed a pitch this much since the ’70s when they pitched me cocaine!

You can’t buy nights like this, Carl, but you can make them… with Nipslip Vodka.

Hold the baby.

My life is yours.

Kill me if you want to.

Do it! Please!

Not here. There.

Jerry, your – your clothes.

True advertising is uncensored.

Be uncensored with me, Carl.

Oh, I love it! I love it! I love you!

I hope this doesn’t trigger any pitch-killing insecurities about the way I look naked.

[Grunting]

[Vomits]

Consume me.

Let me take communion from your body.

I love you!

Space Beth: Holy shit! He’s worming out!

How do we save him?

Save him? He’s perfect!

He’s hired!

Screw the board! He’s got the account!

I’m hired? I did it?

No! No! Too much relief!

The worms need more!

What’s happening? Why are the worms wriggling toward us?

I’m not that scared.

Oh, wait. Are you afraid of Jerry getting a job?

I dunno. I’m used to him being around.

H-He’s part of the wallpaper.

[Vomits]

[Worm squeaks]

Grab the incidentals! Bob: Whoa!

[Rick mumbles and grunts]

♪♪

[Explosion]

Cool bubble. You need help marketing that?

Only if you put Jerry on it.

Uh, done.

[Groans]

Oh, just make sure there’s enough of him to go around, huh? [Laughs]

Jerry, you start on Monday.

Congrats, hon!

[Groans]

Sweet Marie would have loved this.

Who?

[Rumbling]

Is there something wrong with dogs?

I was just trying to be like you.

I’m so ashamed, Morty.

Oh, Snowball!

Humans are ashamed all the time.

You guys used to be wolves.

Humans, we – we used to be sub-hyena.

I think we invented shame and judgment to cope.

I suppose no creature is perfect.

Yeah, if we put giraffes in charge, they’d just invent, you know, neck racism, probably.

[Chuckles] They do have those necks, don’t they?

Haha. Yeah.

Maybe our species can be self-conscious together.

[Beep]

[Dog barking]

Snowball: Rick? I can explain.

Easy, buddy. Whoa. What happened here?

Four days of civil war.

I never took a moral stance, though I resisted at every turn.

Y-YYou would have been so proud of me! Really?

Couldn’t pin me down to nothing. Totally sidelined it.

Hahaha! Good boy.

So, should we just leave it like this, then, or…?

I feel bad for Snowball.

He – He built a monorail, and now it’s all blown up, a-and everyone’s dying.

Well…

Dogs and worms, baby.

I guess every conflict can be solved with free narcotics.

What a lesson.

Oh, hey. What happened with Dad?

Did – Did he get that job?

[Burps] Advertising people are perverts.

So no? Yes.

Alright!

♪♪

♪♪

So it’s all hands on deck this week.

Jerry! We’re throwing darts at the interns!

Get in here! Yes, sir!

Boy, I really set a weird bar for myself.

Sorry. I gotta wrap this up.

But I wish every client was as chill as you guys.

I love working on this account.

Ad dog: You’re the man, Jerry.

This guy. Sell anything.

Glug! Ug!

Did you get any of that?