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.