Rick_e_morty_s03e02 Apr 2026

The orange dust of the Blood Ridge wasteland didn't just get into Morty’s lungs; it got into his head. Rick had just finished installing a "Isotope-321" battery into a jagged, rusted war-rig, ignoring the screams of the scavengers Summer was currently leading into battle over a bucket of dirty water.

"You seek to leave the Great Nothing?" Hemorrhage asked, his voice a gravelly rumble. Rick_e_morty_s03e02

"Rick, I—I don’t think Summer is okay," Morty stammered, watching his sister execute a perfect suplex on a man wearing a skull for a codpiece. "She’s been 'Wasteland Queen' for three hours and she hasn't mentioned the divorce once. It’s like she’s... actually happy here?" The orange dust of the Blood Ridge wasteland

As the portal closed, Rick looked back at Hemorrhage. "By the way, the cobbler didn't kill your mom. It was a giant space-squid. I was there. It was hilarious." "Rick, I—I don’t think Summer is okay," Morty

Rick sighed, actually looking at his grandkids for a second. "Look, the wasteland is fun for a weekend, but the novelty wears off when you realize there’s no Wi-Fi and the only thing to read is 'The Book of Vengeance.' We’re going home, we’re going to be miserable, and we’re going to pretend we’re fine. That’s what family is."