Oh for fuck's sake, bye, good luck, don't blow up my planet You act like you're the one that got stabbed in the back.

Because I am the one, Morty.

You wanna know why I replaced myself in the beginning of that stupid Knights of the Sun thing?

I said don't take the fucking sword and you were like “whatever”

Huh, you don't really think of gay bars as a small-town thing.

Oh, yeah.

They serve your rural gays, your closeted gays, your city newbies looking to get their gay sea-legs, kind of like an out-of-town tryout before they hit Broadway.

See, I learn something whenever I spend time with you.

Yeah, or maybe it's just, like, a feeling, you know?

Well, that explains the socks.