Exploring the Antarctic is like exploring space. You enter a void, thousands of miles, with no people, no animals, no plants. You're isolated in a vast, empty continent. Claustrophobia and agoraphobia in the same place, like two people in a bed.

Lisa: Those glasses look so ugly.
Matt: I'm trying to look ugly.
Lisa: They look stupid.
Matt: I'm trying to look stupid.

Lisa: Only unhappy people are bad dancers.

Lisa: Do I look like a boy?
Matt: [sarcastic] Yeah. That's one of the reasons why I like you.

Matt: [narrating] Lisa didn't want to go to the gig that night, so I gave her ticket away. Five thousand people in a room and you can still feel alone.

The Antarctic is the planet's memory, a memory of a time before there were people.