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"I'm gonna go take a shit."

Like fucked-up father, like fucked-up daughter, I guess.

And now that Jerry's jobless again, he can only sink lower from here. Let the Rick patriarchy begin!

McDonald's better wake the fuck up. I need to taste that goddamn Szechuan dipping sauce like my life depends on it!

With April Fool's falling on a fucking Saturday, we should've all seen it coming.

"You're a fucking moron, Morty!"
"Morty, you fucking idiot!"
"You're a serious fucking idiot, Morty! You basically killed us all! You're as dumb as a bag of sand!"

Fuck you, McDonald's!

"He's not a villain, Summer, but he shouldn't be your hero. He's more like a demon, or a super fucked-up god."

Didn't think I'd ever find myself rooting for Betty's mom, but damn, she told that motherfucker off!

There is. It's called Superbabies: Baby Geniuses 2 and it's as terrible as it sounds.

Now I really wanna see a clip of her new travel show with the interns.

"If I have one criticism, it's that this prank was not really all that believable, because what kind of a universe would be cruel enough to allow Review to be cancelled right after I chose it over my family?"

Posting Spam in an A.V. Club Comment Section: ⭐️

He's obviously a frustrating mess of a human being who's incapable of change, sure, but his always-chipper look on life, no matter how disturbingly fucked-up the situation may be, still makes him endearing in his own deluded way. So I'd say he's "lovable" in that sense, despite all his other horrible, irredeemable

I'd give it a week, probably less. Forrest will always be Grant's helpless little plaything, even with no show.

"That's all the time we have for Review. See you next time."

"Scarlett Johansson, perfectly cast"

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FFFFFuck Chris Brown.

At least now I'll never have to sit through another goddamn trailer with that obese-ass baby taking a slobbery cookie out of his fucking mouth followed by the line, "Cookies are for closers."

And now we have the evil Jemaine Clement/Aubrey Plaza dream team the world needs right now.