A fishing lodge in Alaska is on the ropes with staggering amounts of water damage in the walls, and Anthony works overtime to get it up to speed.
Anthony: As a general manager, you put everything in your pockets. I've had pubic hair in my pockets. I've had cigarettes in my pockets. I've had all kinds of stuff in my pockets.
Pete: When you're walking around the lodge, make sure you make noise so you're not going to walk into a bear. This is a feeding place for them.
Anthony: Okay. Do they like little bald guys?
Pete: We'll find out.
Anthony: I've heard all kinds of instructions for guests when checking in. But never, never to be on the lookout for bears. I think I'm going to walk to this room just a little faster than usual.
Anthony: This is the worse bathroom I've ever been in by far. And I don't care if you're in a hunting lodge. I mean, you can't really get lower than this. What's lower than this? A tree. Go pee on a tree. Worst bathroom I've ever been in.
Anthony: Glacier Bear Lodge caters specifically to fishermen, but its rooms are so bad that the bears in the area probably wouldn't find them accommodating.
Anthony: That's the worse smell I've ever smelled in my life. That smell smells like a cess pool. That smells like shoes, fish, bare ass, and it doesn't even meet the lowest expectations I've ever had for a hotel.
Anthony: I bet you I'm the last person you want to see right now.
Pete: Not the absolute last, but you're not high.
Anthony: Thanks. I appreciate it.
Anthon: That's the first time I've really seen you smile.
Pete: I like tools.
Anthony: You want to give me a hug, don't you?
Pete: No, not really.