"You seek to leave the Great Nothing?" Hemorrhage asked, his voice a gravelly rumble.
"Rick, I—I don’t think Summer is okay," Morty stammered, watching his sister execute a perfect suplex on a man wearing a skull for a codpiece. "She’s been 'Wasteland Queen' for three hours and she hasn't mentioned the divorce once. It’s like she’s... actually happy here?" Rick_e_morty_s03e02
The orange dust of the Blood Ridge wasteland didn't just get into Morty’s lungs; it got into his head. Rick had just finished installing a "Isotope-321" battery into a jagged, rusted war-rig, ignoring the screams of the scavengers Summer was currently leading into battle over a bucket of dirty water. "You seek to leave the Great Nothing
Rick sighed, actually looking at his grandkids for a second. "Look, the wasteland is fun for a weekend, but the novelty wears off when you realize there’s no Wi-Fi and the only thing to read is 'The Book of Vengeance.' We’re going home, we’re going to be miserable, and we’re going to pretend we’re fine. That’s what family is." It’s like she’s
But Summer walked up then, her face smeared with engine grease and blood. She looked at the portal, then at the desolate horizon. "I'm not going back, Rick. Here, if I’m angry, I can just throw a spear at someone. At home, I have to 'use my words' while Mom cries into a glass of Chardonnay. I like the spears better."
Rick handed Morty a jagged piece of scrap metal. "Now, hold this. We’re going to build a localized time-dilator so we can spend six months here in the next twenty minutes. I need a vacation from your mother’s 'healing' wine nights."