Out Cold Page #2

We gonna shave his eyebrows?

Passe. Done that, took pictures.

I'm gonna need a bucket,

a paint brush...

and ten pounds of salt.

Lance, get his pants.

Where are you taking him?

Come on!

Try to hold up his fat ass.

Look at him.

Shoo!

Get!

Good boy--I mean, girl.

Good girl.

My ass is numb!

Look alive, Eric.

John Majors!

Ted Muntz. It's so good

to finally meet you in person.

Welcome to Bull Mountain.

The Eskimos around here

have a saying--

Slow down there, Nanook.

You're gonna give yourself

an aneurysm.

Will you smell that, boys?

Smells like money.

This place has got

some serious potential.

I can see it now, huh?

Can't you see it?

Condominiums, eateries,

shopping, wine bars, cigar bars.

What the hell--bar bars!

Yeah, we can totally sell

this whole rustic bit.

This is a diamond in the rough.

That's good.

Write that down

for the brochure.

No, wait. Better yet--

"Black diamond in the rough."

You know? Sort of a ski thing.

I'm Eric Montclair.

Well, who asked you?

Just kidding, Short Stack.

So it's some mountain, huh?

Yeah,

but the name "Bull Mountain"--

it's a little too...

shitty.

You want to rename the mountain?

Yeah. Something good.

I'm gonna have

to polish this turd...

if I want to sell

my investors on it.

I mean, your hotel

looks like a Motel 6...

ate a yard sale

and barfed it out.

Muntz, there's some

really pissed off Eskimos...

outside right now, man. They

say they want their land back.

Very funny, Rambis.

Mr. Majors,

this is Rick Rambis--

one of our low

to mid-level employees.

You must be the big hotshot

who's gonna buy the mountain.

John Majors of Major Resorts.

Rick Rambis of Rick Rambis.

You any good

on that board there, son?

I'm all right.

You wouldn't mind

playing tour guide...

to an old fart like me,

would you?

Actually, Rick's got a pretty

heavy workload tomorrow...

but I would be delighted to

show you around the mountain.

No offense, Short Stack,

but you give me the creeps.

I think Rick here'll

do just fine.

You don't mind, do you Rick?

No problem.

Good.

First thing in the morning.

I'll take a Geritol

so I can keep up.

Chop chop with them bags there.

So, what does this mean,

selling the mountain?

I don't know.

Maybe this guy will be cool.

Maybe he'll help us build

a lift up to Hangman's Peak.

Can you get an STD

from a polar bear?

What is your brother doing?

What do we got, Whitey?

Solid Gold Dancers

trapped on Beaver Mountain.

Somebody help us!

Looks pretty hairy, sir.

Just the way I like it!

Lock 'em and load 'em, boys!

I'm goin' in!

What are we gonna do?

Please, the whole cabin

is freezing!

We're saved!

Good morning, ladies.

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