Jerry Smith

Hey, Tom. We know when we're losing him.

We can hear the beeps!

- It's beyond your reasoning. - You're beyond our reasoning!

Mm, there is no God, summer. You got to rip that band-aid off now.

Summer?

Morty, t-tell your parents the square root of pi.

Well, duh doy, son.

Oh, look, honey. It's our son with Albert Ein-douche.

You really made the crap out of those eggs.

You know what? Okay.

I will come to the hotel room and blow my brains out all over your naked bodies.

You're a real Julius Caesar.

And now, Beth, if you'll have me, I would love to have you.

for high-concept Sci-Fi rigamarole?

Horse heart surgeon.

that's taking him out of school.

Hey, honey, crazy idea bad pitch let's put your dad here.

Don't stay up all night again.

And there's no evidence that a Latino student did it!

Have you not been getting the

I done been notifying you.

You drive a hard bargain, but what am I supposed to do?

Damn it!

Oh, for crying out he's got some kind of disability or something.

Let's put your dad in a nursing home.