The Smith house kitchen. Summer is scrolling on her phone. Morty stares blankly at a bowl of cereal that is slowly rotating counter-clockwise.
"They stay. They have to hold the line. The 39th Rick and Morty—they're the sacrificial lambs, Morty. They get erased so we can keep going." Rick And Morty --39-LINK--39-
"Yeah. Get in the ship, Morty. If we're going out, we're going out loud ." The Smith house kitchen
"That's math, Morty. Don't get emotional about integers." He pulls a lever. The room stretches like taffy. Morty. If we're going out
"No time for your 'about tos.' The Cosmic Index just ticked over to 39. You know what that means?"
pauses. He looks almost somber.