Here in Iceland, yesterday's Chill Zone is today's starting line. And yesterday's winners, the Goths are first to get a travel tip.
[getting a tip] Huh. (We're flying to) Brazil.
Sunny, sunny Brazil! Home to bossa nova music, makers of fine coffee, and other things that keep me awake at night. Teams will travel here on these chartered planes. The first eight teams take a direct flight, the last seven will arrive two hours later, 'cause they're on the milk run. [Animals sounds are heard from the second plane] Literally.
I ate the sheep’s head, so we could stay in the game! But the non-elimination meant I didn't have to. I DIDN'T HAVE TO!
[slaps her in the face, snapping her out of it] Okay, you need to calm down. What happens in Iceland, stays in Iceland, okay?
[sighs as her stinky breath send Miles a sniffing nose and began to retch in disgust] What? What?!
I'm sorry, it's just that… your breath smells like sheep head! Does anyone have a mint?!
[reading the tip] It's a Botch or Watch.
In this Botch or Watch, whoever didn't swim with sharks in the Mediterranean must try and perform a Brazilian write of passage, and stick their hand inside this mitt full of venomous bullet ants to retrieve their next travel tip. [throws a chicken piece in the mitt] This is insane!
Little known fact: the pain caused by their venom can last 24 hours.
[disappointed]: Oh, great.
I've been bitten by venomous creatures so often, I've developed an immunity! Last year on a school trip to Seaville, a box jellyfish sat on my head like a hat! [He and Jay try to high five but they miss] We don't high five much, it's pretty new to us. [Jay accidentally smacks him and he bumps into Laurie, causing her face to fall into the mitt and get bitten by the ants] I am so sorry, Laurie!
[slurred voice] No, no. I-I deserve that. [the other teams react in horror at Laurie’s swollen face] What? What's wrong?
Um, nothing. [takes the tip off Laurie's head] Okay. "Feeling divine? Then swing your butts to the coconuts."
[swinging across the gorge on a vine, yelling like Tarzan] Teams must cross this gorge by any means necessary, and then search for their next tip, hidden in these piles of coconuts.
Sounds good to me. Let's go!
Called it! [sticks his hand in the mitt and screams as he gets bitten]
It's my turn to botch! [sticks his hand in the mitt and screams as he gets bitten while getting the tip]
[pushes Mickey out of the way] Hey, bullet ants, welcome to the gun show! WHOO-BOOM! [sticks her hand in the mitt and screams in pain as she gets bitten] Aah, they're on my person, they're on my person! [runs off with Sanders]
[Mickey walks up to the mitt to stick his hand in and Taylor bolts up in front of him, and groans deadly at him]
Pst. He was here first. It's his turn.
[annoyed] Ugh. Fine, but I'm next.
[blows the tip off the mitt] Doctors say my lung capacity is like so huge they can ever measure with my lung growers or whatever.
When she was 5, she held her breath for seven minutes until we brought her the very expensive Malibu Bonnie doll house she wanted.
It was totally ratchet, I played with it once, and threw it out.
[The Vegans swing across the gorge on a vine…]
[screams] Ah, the wind hurts my face! [they slam into the other side of the gorge] Now the cliff hurts my face!
C'mon, guy! You gotta get the tip! [Spud sticks his hand in the mitt to get the tip and gets bitten and swollen by the ants, but doesn't scream in pain; Rockers' interview] Spud's got a delayed reaction to everything, including pain. So I don't expect him to feel those hundreds of excruciating bites, for like, two hours. Then he'll be all like, "Yow!" and then like, "Oooh!" and then like, "YOW!"
Uh, what are you talking about?
[Plane #1 carrying the eight teams finally arrives in Brazil]
[takes a tip from the Don box] Botch or Watch. You're up, Jacques. Get the tip!
[sticks his hand in the mitt, and screams in pain as the ants bite him] It stings like missing gold in Vancouver if I have a point! [interview] Arriving late to Brazil means we had to up our performance.
Like the way I did in the Olympic Trials.
[agreeing] Yes, like the way we did that.
In this All-In challenge, one team member has to make a headpiece, the other a tail, worthy of walking the parade during Carnival. When this local approves of their handy work, they'll get their next tip.
Piece of cake. [interview] I know how to make costumes. I went trick-or-treating as a beat cop for 10 years straight.
Well, one time I mixed it up and went as a parole officer, so, yeah.
The lady cops take the lead, and back at the bullet ants, teams from plane #1 are still botching-or-watching.
[after getting both his hands bitten by the ants] I pump iron. So, once righty started swelling, I just had to switch to the left. Symmetry is what bodybuilding's all about.
Dude, your mitts are ripped!
[to her daughter while grabbing onto a vine] Hop on, and hold on! DO IT!
Mom, stop. You know screaming makes your neck waddle.
Here's the headpiece. I'll start the tail. [interview] I'm gonna use some of my winnings to starts a support group called, "the Closet Vegan Society." For vegans like Laurie who've lost their way.
[facing away] Hey, I didn't want to eat the meat. I thought I had to.
Did you have to lick the plate?
[losing her temper] I thought what happens in Iceland, STAYS in Iceland!
