We're in the middle of an adventure.

Here's some things an adventure needs, Beth: Conflict, stakes, a way for me to benefit, and clearly Morty.

But Tommy's still in there, raping Muppets and eating babies.

Yep, luckily that's not our problem.

Time to pull the plug.

Pull the plug?

We have to get Tommy out of there, okay?

We need to do the right thing.

Do what you never did as a dad.

Put in a little effort.

Alright, cut the high road routine.

We both saw Tommy's shitty play.

You pushed him in the honey swamp, Beth.

His very happy life is in your hands.

You go save him from it.

You're gonna believe a play over your own daughter?

Yes, I am, Beth, because you're not my own daughter.

Oh, God, yes, I'm one of infinite Beths with infinite fathers and infinite universes.

It's called a hug, Dad.

It won't kill you.

Yeah, don't be so sure.

You know why all Ricks made a Froopyland for all their little girls?

Same reason I wasn't surprised by Tommy's overwritten, badly structured, cheaply produced flashback.

You were a scary f***ing kid, man.

Oh, my God.

I didn't make Froopyland to get rid of you, Beth.

I did it to protect the neighborhood.

Not in a noble sense.

It was just more practical to sequester you before I had to start, you know, cloning a replacement for every less than polite little boy or gullible animal that might cross your sociopath.

You would rather believe I'm evil than admit that you were a bad father?

Oh, dude, no.

No, bad father all the way to the max over here.

I'm a f***ing nutcase.

And the acorn plops straight down, baby.

Look at some of the shit you were asking me to make you as a kid: Ray guns?

A whip that forces people to like you?

Invisibility cuffs?

A parent trap?

A lightning gun?

A teddy bear with anatomically correct innards?

Night vision googly eyeglasses?

Sound erasing sneakers?

False fingerprints?

Fall asleep darts?

A lie-detecting doll?

An indestructible baseball bat?

A taser shaped like a ladybug?

A fake police badge?

Location-tracking stickers?

Rainbow-colored duct tape?

Mind-controlled hair clips?

Poison gum?

A pink sentient switchblade?

Hi, Beth.

You've gotten taller.

Shall we resume stabbing?

Has it occurred to you that I asked you to make those things because I wanted you to spend time with me?

Has it occurred to you that if I did try killing Tommy, it might be because I was jealous of his family?

Wait, what?

Why?

Wasn't his dad, like, some kind of cannibal?

Seems like it must be hereditary.

Oh, my God.

This is your fault.

I am not a bad person.

I'm gonna go back in there, I'm getting Tommy, and I'm fixing this.

Whatever you say, Stone Cold Steve Austin.

I don't know why I just said that.

Doesn't make a lot of sense, but gotta stand by it.

Whatever you say, Stone Cold Steve Austin.

I'm owning it.