But Summer walked up then, her face smeared with engine grease and blood. She looked at the portal, then at the desolate horizon. "I'm not going back, Rick. Here, if I’m angry, I can just throw a spear at someone. At home, I have to 'use my words' while Mom cries into a glass of Chardonnay. I like the spears better."
The giant sat down in the dirt. "My father left when the sky turned red. I spent ten years hunting the man who killed my mother. I found him. He was a cobbler. I realized then: the wasteland isn't out there. It’s the silence after the screaming stops." Rick_e_morty_s03e02
"We’re just visiting," Morty chirped nervously. "It’s like... a theme park for trauma." But Summer walked up then, her face smeared
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. Here, if I’m angry, I can just throw a spear at someone
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 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."