Mike:
Where do you go so the radiation won't get us?
Waitress:
What about Mexico? Or Hawaii! Let's go to Hawaii!
Landa:
No tropics!
Mike:
Ocean clouds, rain, forget it. Got to be a desert, right? Like the Sahara or the Gobi, fuck the Gobi.
Landa:
We're going to Antarctica if it's true.
Mike:
Wait a minute, you said desert!
Landa:
There's a valley there with zero rainfall, plenty of fresh water in the snow for generations if need be.
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