(Jerry and Summer are in the living room. Jerry is flipping through channels on TV and Summer is texting) TV: Coin collecting is considered the perfect hobby. beautiful putt right there good birdie. That's only the eighth birdie of the day. (Snuffles walks up to Jerry are sits there, looking at him) Jerry: What? Why are you looking at me? You want to go outside? Outside? (Sigh) (Jerry opens the door to let Snuffles out but he still just stands there) Jerry: Outside? (Snuffles pees on the carpet) Jerry: Are you kidding me?! Come on! Summer: Oh, my God. (Morty hears his dad yelling and runs into the room to check up on him) Morty: What's wrong? Jerry: Your idiot dog! Morty: Oh, he he didn't mean it, dad. Did you, snuffles? You're a good boy. Jerry: Don't praise him now, Morty! He just peed on the carpet! Bad dog! Bad! (Jerry grabs Snuffles by the head and stuffs his face into the pee puddle just as Rick walks in) Rick: Morty, come on. I need your help tonight. Jerry: Hey, wait, hold on a second, Rick. You wouldn't by any chance have some sort of crazy science thing you could whip up that might help make this dog a little smarter, would you? Rick: I thought the whole point of having a dog was to feel superior, Jerry. If I were you, I wouldn't pull that thread. Come on, Morty. Jerry: Listen, Rick, if you're gonna stay here rent-free and use my son for your stupid science, the least you could do is put a little bit of it to use for the family. You make that dog smart or Morty's grounded! Rick: I can fucking kill you in 1 second Jerry say one more thing I can fucking kill you