The garage door shudders. Through the window, they see another Beth—this one with a mechanical arm and a warlord's eyepatch—arguing with another Jerry, who is somehow a successful actor. Two Summers are fighting over a single laptop. And in the center of the lawn, a second Rick—older, missing an arm, with hollow eyes—stares at our Rick.
The alternate timelines collapse like a house of cards. The other Ricks, Beths, Jerrys, and Summers dissolve into light—but not angrily. Almost relieved. The other Rick, the one who chose Diane, smiles at our Rick. "Take care of him," he says, nodding at Morty. "He's better than both of us." rick and morty s06e01 msv
Morty, tears streaming, says: "None of them. The real one is the one I have. With the stupid, broken, genius asshole who showed up on our doorstep and never left. That's the timeline. That's the only one I need." The garage door shudders