"I'm always nice to you," Coop told Nate's back, sticking his tongue out as he did. "You haven't decided to stab me in the back so we're good. The minute you do that, hen we're not good even if you decide to let me sleep on your couch."

Morty, God love him (because Coop didn't), was trying but it was a little too late after he'd spent a chunk of the last few years locked up because Morty was a chickenshit Benedict Arnold.

"But, you have to admit, trouble seems to love to find you," Coop continued as they walked. "I think you could walk into an old folks home and cause an international incident."