New habits die old
And old habits die few

Every person single has standards too high
But otherwise engaged they’re simply too low

So let’s build us a prison
We can step inside as equals
And then we’ll both have something to burn

I want to be someone special
To you one day
In other words
Let's make each other cry…
Spoken: (with vows that are forever. Forever and ever.)
Let's burn each other's dreams and ambitions down!

So you’ll gain weight some day
And I will resent you—or maybe I won’t
I’ll lose my job
We’ll lose our house
Our children won’t respect us

I’ll hate your in-laws
Spoken: (Wait. Wouldn't that just be my family?)
I’ll hate your in-laws, if you’ll hate mine
I'll hate my in-laws and we'll all hate yours

Spoken:
Morty: Awh geeze, Rick, you know I think it might be a little much
Rick: Nope. I think it's perfect. Infact, I don't think I said enough...