Pickle Rick: (offscreen, in the distance) Morty.

Morty: Rick?

[Morty stops combing, looks around, then continues combing]

Pickle Rick: (offscreen, in the distance) Morty!

Morty: Rick?

Pickle Rick: (offscreen, in the distance) Hey, Mooorty!

Morty: Rick? Are you far away, or are you inside something?

[Morty opens a cabinet beneath the bathroom sink]

Is this a camera?

[Morty tries to look inside his comb for a camera]

Is everything a camera?

[Morty nervously glances around]

Pickle Rick: (offscreen, in the distance) Morty, the garage, Morty. Come to the garage!

[Transition to Morty entering the garage. There is a pickle and a screwdriver on Rick's work bench]

Pickle Rick: Morty?

Morty: Rick? W-where are you?

Pickle Rick: On my work bench, Morty.

Morty: Are you invisible and you're gonna, like, fart on me?

Pickle Rick: Flip the pickle over.

Morty: What, I'm gonna touch it, and you're gonna tell me it's an alien ♥♥♥♥ or something.

Pickle Rick: Come on, flip the pickle, Morty. You're not gonna regret it. The payoff is huge.

[Morty hesitantly picks up the screwdriver and turns the pickle over. The pickle has Rick's face on it]
I turned myself into a pickle, Morty! Boom! Big reveal: I'm a pickle. What do you think about that? I turned myself into a pickle! W-what are you just staring at me for, bro. I turned myself into a pickle, Morty!

Morty: And?

Pickle Rick: "And"? What more do you want tacked on to this? I turned myself into a pickle, and 9/11 was an inside job?

Morty: Was it?

Pickle Rick: Who cares, Morty? Global acts of terrorism happen every day. Uh, here's something that's never happened before: I'm a pickle. I'm Pickle Rick!