Younglings, younglings gather ’round. Time's up! This is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules. there’s an infinite number of monkeys outside who want to talk to us about this script for Hamlet they’ve worked out. Adventure. Excitement. A Jedi craves not these things. Feel the force! This isn't Game of Thrones, Morty. Ladies and gentlemen, start your engines! May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.

Holy Fruit Salad

I have no idea where this will lead us. But I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange.

• Little tip, Morty. Never clean DNA vials with your spit.
• I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced bu...