Rick: Morty.

Morty: Rick?

Rick: Morty!

Rick: Hey, Mooorty!

Morty: Rick? Are you far away, or are you inside something?
Is this a camera? Is everything a camera?

Rick: Morty, the garage, Morty. Come to the garage!

Rick: Morty?

Morty: Rick? W-where are you?

Rick: On my work bench, Morty.

Morty: Are you invisible and you're gonna, like, fart on me?

Rick: Flip the pickle over.

Morty: What, I'm gonna touch it, and you're gonna tell me it's an alien ♥♥♥♥ or something.

Rick: Come on, flip the pickle, Morty. You're not gonna regret it. The payoff is huge.
I turned myself into a pickle, Morty! Boom! Big reveal: I'm a pickle. What do you think about that? I turned myself into a pickle! W-what are you just staring at me for, bro. I turned myself into a pickle, Morty!

Morty: And?

Pickle Rick: "And"? What more do you want tacked on to this? I turned myself into a pickle, and 9/11 was an inside job?

Morty: Was it?

Pickle Rick: Who cares, Morty? Global acts of terrorism happen every day. Uh, here's something that's never happened before: I'm a pickle. I'm Pickle Rick!