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00:20:19
H. Jon Benjamin, Judy Greer, Amber Nash
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You poisoned us. With that stupid seviche nobody asked you to bring.
...and hundreds of crevass that can swallow entire climbing parties in a split-second.
Unstable serac, frequent avalanches...
I sent her down into that crevasse, then went down and broke her neck for her.
Save the blarney for the Colleens, Paddy.
What are you...? Is that a radish?
It's the only way to keep Ray's genitals away from mine.
Hot cocoa, dark crème de cacao, hint of creme de menthe, and peppermint schnapps.
I can't see her. There's a ledge. Hang on, I'm coming.
The target's an assassin, Lana, not a king or a pope or a vice-pope.
The weather's good now, but it can change on a dime.
We've got a blizzard rolling in on us right now. There's no time to descend.
So it's not assassination. It's just an extrajudicial killing.
...but there's four feet of new wet snow on top of the ice crust.
Keep it handy. I'm getting a majorly weird vibe from, um...
Because if the rash came back, she needs to... Shut up, please?
The poor bastard rip off all their clothes and run out into the snow.
And two bivvy sack. But that's okay, because it's gonna hit 70 below...
So not only do we not know who the target is, now your mother has abscond with my child.
I don't live on the sidewalk, you mope. Take them upstairs.
Okay, so tonight we infiltrate this swanky climbing party.
For your information, Lana, I skim it.
You sure? They were neutral, you asshole!
Seriously, I swear to God, somebody, please, come in here and kill me.
Only I'm not getting whip with a fan belt.
As oppose to? P.M. Dawn?
You poison us. With that stupid seviche nobody asked you to bring.
One in every seven climbers who has dare to climb die Totenspitz has paid with his life.
CHERYL: Make me, and also hang on.
Lana, hush. Yeah, shut up.
MALORY: You haven't the foggiest idea what it is you're suppose to be doing.
We thought you threw up.
Sorry? Is I bet the sound an avalanche makes.
So will your feelings be super-hurt if I bang him?
I assume on the back of my toilet. What, Lana? Look at all the shit I had to pack.
Everybody stay put, keep the weight spread out.
...so that when she's not pathetically trying to make me jealous...
What, shamelessly flirt with him? Was it obvious?
And literally the most fattening thing in the entire goddamn fridge.
Well, I assume somewhere else.
And since you obviously didn't read the mission dossier...
How could you possibly be that excited to be in a fricking avalanche?
Well, we've got an extremely difficult climb tomorrow, guys...
And exactly what are you doing with those bags?
You see it sometimes with severe hypothermia.
Bowel or otherwise. Wh...?
So instead of antagonizing the person responsible for our safety...
Although actually, yes, how is A.J.?
Well, I assume somewhere else.
Just like ever car trip I ever took with Mom and Daddy.
Well, now, let's just hear him out at least.
How hard can it be?
And you never let the dead jeopardize the entire party.
Ireland? Again, I'm actually Canadian.
...to hopefully find a crying baby clinging to her dead and shriveled body...
So it's not assassination. It's just an extrajudicial killing.
And literally the most fattening thing in the entire goddamn fridge.
MAN: Teutonic butts CHORUS: Teutonic butts
No shit, they're naked in the snow. It's called paradoxical undressing.
Gaping asshole. Because I don't know what your plan was with that gun...
Little jealous? Little bit, yeah.
Oh, he's harmless, just tell him...
But only as an inevitable consequence of the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact...
Unstable seracs, frequent avalanches...
Nothing. Just don't make any sudden movements.
...and the Soviet invasion of Bessarabia.
How could you possibly be that excited to be in a fricking avalanche?
Lana, wait. I just remembered a crucial detail about the target.
Unstable seracs, frequent avalanches...
You sure? They were neutral, you asshole!
Maybe call Malory on the sat-phone and find out who the damn target is.
LANA: I don't know, it just feels weird. ARCHER: That's just the altitude, dummy.