Morty: Listen. I think the three of us could just, ya know, have a nice time like just hanging out and ya know, doing a little bonding.
Summer: Screw that. This is my chance to gain some footing with the cool kids.
Rick: That’s why you party? Boy you really are seventeen.
Summer: Why do you party?
Rick: To get rrriggety rrriggety wreckeddd son!
Summer: Just keep your sci-fi friends away from my awesome ones.
Rick: Yea, and you keep your awesome friends away from my canapes.