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Lara: "Hm, it smells like animals in here."

anonymous: "It's all the Kyrgyz."

"I'm scared of your fridge. I never know if it's some strange experiment or food."

"So I was reading this ethnography written by this Russian guy who went to what's now Uzbekistan and Kyrgyzstan in 1913. Apparently, in the jayloo, the women do everything, even up to herding the animals; the men sit around on a rock or sit around and sun themselves; when they get bored, they pull out their shotgun and shoot a marmot, and skin it while the women cook dinner. All they've done is brought that system down into the city."

Thatcher: "I think it's really great that J said I speak fluent Russian. He doesn't just say stuff like that."

Lara: "Yeah, sometimes you communicate better than we do."

Thatcher: "Yeah, I think you're right."

Lara: "... That's because you speak human."

"I donno, I think I could think about it for a while, and still not get it."

"Well, it's like a protein bar."

Jonathan: "I mean, I've heard bad things about the place."

Lara: "What sorts of bad things?"

Jonathan: "That people tried pizza for the first time there and never wanted to eat pizza again."

Thatcher: "Yeah, 'cause it doesn't have mutton fat in it."

"I hope I'm not this crazy when I'm old."

Jonathan: "Well, alcohol leads to bad judgement; beer takes a little while."

Lara: "Well, maybe for you; for me, it's like three sips, and then… you know, bad judgement. Not really bad, though."

Jonathan: "Hey, look, the eternal flame's going. That's good to know."

Lara: "Yeah, that's different."