The Hitchhiker’s Guide to Rick and Morty
The funniest, nerdiest, sharpest cartoon on television is back for round two in the fight for the multiverse.
July 24, 2015
The ever-expanding, wackadoodle universe of Rick & Morty returns for its second season this weekend. The series is a hilarious, often poignant, heavily improvised, relentlessly referential action-adventure-comedy from the minds of Justin Roiland and Dan Harmon. It traverses space-time and the family dynamic of a very, very fucked-up group of people, and merits serious, detailed discussion and literary analysis. This post is not that, but we did include some haikus. Enjoy.
The Worlds and Realities: Where to Vacation and Where to Avoid
Planning a honeymoon or sp-spring b[urp]reak? Tired of trips to pedestrian locations? Sick to death of boring old Earth? W-w-look no further than Sanchez and Smith Travel Agency, where Rickness is our business! Rent one of our patented portal guns (port at your own Rick, I, I, I mean risk) and enjoy the colorful, experimental feel of Dimension 35-C and that one dimension M-Morty and I went to one time with those t[uuurp]esticle monsters. Don’t worry, they’re friendly! And kinda — actually, never mind. There’s Hamster in Butt World! Always good for a f-fun time. A dimension with talking dogs! Really, the multiverse is your, your, y’know, oyster, or whatever. Just don’t end up on Gazorpazorp. Really, n-nobody needs to relive that bad budget ‘70s sci-fi nightmare.
The Leading Men: Rick and Morty Forever (Literally)
Their names are Rick and Morty.
And there are literally countless different versions of them across a vast-reaching network of infinite universes — some of which include versions of our duo as furniture, corpses, eye-patch-wearing villains, or Eric Stoltz in Mask-people, and infinitely different adjectives our universe will never even come up with. It’s like the post-Crisis DC multiverse with zero heroes and two constant badasses, broh. (Except for the unionized and bureaucratic Council of Ricks. They are, by definition, Rickdiculous.)
That’s My New Catchphrase!: A Wubba Lubba Dub Ricktionary [Abbr.]
broh | bro
1. an affectionate term for a brother or good friend, usually male
Squanchin’ party, broh!
Don’t even trip, dawg | dont ivən trɪp dɒg
1. a comforting phrase used to suggest letting go of worries
I got you, dawg, don’t even trip.
I don’t give a fuck | aj dont gɪv ə fək.
1. Obscene declaration of apathy, and Rick’s second official catchphrase
My new catchphrase is ‘I don’t give a fuck! Roll credits, go! That’s the end of Season One!
I love my grandkids | aj ləv maj grændkɪdz
1. A deliberately misleading, albeit surprisingly affectionate, self-explanatory one-off joke catchphrase
My new catchphrase is: I love my grandkids.
Rickdiculous | rɪk rədɪkjələs
1. absurd, ridiculoys
Squanch | skwɑntʃ
1. a catchall, malleable term meaning effectively whatever the user wishes, similar to Peyo’s smurf
2. autoerotic asphyxiation
I like your squanch!
wubba lubba dub dubs | wəbbə ləbbə dəb dəbz
1. seemingly nonsensical exclamation, and Rick’s first official catchphrase in Season One
2. In the language of Rick’s friend Birdperson, means “I am in great pain. Please help me.”
Talk about wubba lubba dub dubs, am I right, ladies and gentlemen?
Rick’s Bar and Bowery: Drinkin’ and Druggin’ with the Rickest Rick
In order to p-p-p-party with Rick, it’s important to learn how to operate on his level, specifically with liberal use and abuse dangerous substances, whether of this universe or not. This is not only normal, it’s essential for the furthering of science and inter-dimensional adventuring. Ricking means getting “Riggety Riggety Wrecked” with the best of them, Morrrrrty.
To help you out, we’ve included a brief buyer’s guide to the best beverages and dimensional designer drugs of choice across the multiverse. Go nuts, my glip glops!
— Available in wine, whiskey, and mystery moonshine varietals!
Price: Not getting paid dick for product placement, and a first-class ticket to hell for everyone who laughing at Rick’s rampant alcoholism.
— Yes, that Duff!
Price: “It’s a premium lager,” according to a 21st Century Fox drone who needs to sell it in Chile and Europe before it makes it to the U.S. (because they really know their fanbase), so we’re assuming roughly $12 a bottle.
— Like a certain blue-eye-inducing substance that preceded it, an intergalactic designer drug, but dancier.
Price: The life of a hybrid clone of Adolf Hitler and Abraham Lincoln, or “whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Party Cup Punch
— For when the time comes to enable a good squanching.
Price: A noose (or leash), your dignity, and two shakes.
The Drunk-Driven Flying Car Special
— To really impress your grandkids.
Two more notes…
Burps are essential.
Slurps are holiday bonus.
So Long, and Thanks for All the Ricks: Influences on Story and Style
To give you an idea for how deep the cuts go, we’ve gathered a woefully incomplete list of material the show explicitly references. If Rick and Morty had summer reading and watching material, this would be it. Infinite possibilities, infinite jokes, infinite worlds, all await.
- Back to the Future
- Doctor Who
- Star Trek
- The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
- The Venture Bros.
- Joseph Campbell
- Gravity Falls
- The Legion of Doom
- The Fantastic Four’s Council of Reeds
- “If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit.”
- Saturday Night Live
- “Love Potion No. 9”
- Risky Business
- Something Wicked This Way Comes
- Raising Arizona
- The work of M. Night Shyamalan
- “Seek & Destroy”
- Close Encounters of the First Kind
- “Jack and the Bean Stalk”
- Jurassic Park
- Cats & Dogs
- Pirates of the Caribbean
- The Simpsons
Rick’s Gonna Give It To Ya: The Sounds of the Stars
Ed. Note: Before we published this article, we asked Rick Sanchez of Earth Dimension C-137 if he had anything to add. He gave us a sneer and retorted with this:
Nice haikus, I guess, but yeesh, how could you dumbasses forget the music? What’s the matter with you people!? And way to totally shit on me and my relationship with the Council of Ricks, by the way — and neglect that we put John Oliver in an episode like a month before he blew up. It must not have been burned into your thhh[urp]ick skulls by now just how smart we are. You must be friends with Jerry somehow, though I know that’s impossible. Anyways, for those of you just tuning in at the very bottom of this cute little Idiot’s Guide to our show, Rick and Morty, here’s a special section dedicated purely to the music. We’ve cried, danced, and dr-d-drank to these songs, and you can too, like the wannabe Ricks you all are. “Smartest people in the universe,” my ass.
—RICK SANCHEZ OUT, MUTHAFUCKAS!
Compiled and written by Outcryer Daily executive editors John Maher and Eric Vilas-Boas, who, come hell or Adult Swim’s weirdly pomo anti-smoking ads, will both watch the return of Rick and Morty on Sunday night. Haikus by the endlessly creative Jeff Ayers of Fanboys Inc. and top illustration by Kevin Conway. If you enjoyed this piece (or just like to talk about Rick and Morty) feel free to follow us on Facebook and Twitter or e-mail us right here. Thanks for reading!