Everyone has their own rebellion.
Everybody was always telling me what to do. You know, my dad, my grandma, my bosses. The guys were just the one thing in my life that I could control.
Being a rebel in my family would have been selling patio furniture on Route 22.
Are you listening to me, Morty? Homework is stupid. The whole point is to get less of it.
Anybody can piss on the floor, but only a true hero can s*** on the ceiling.
All I have are pictures of me and my friends from school. What? What teenage girl has pictures of her family? It’s not like we’re Mormon or dying.
