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Fuck! What are we gonna do? They're gonna kill my brother. Oh, Annie, I feel faint. I'm gonna pass out. Oh, honey, we'll get you to a hospital, okay? No, no, no! No hospitals. This is a gunshot wound, they'll call the cops. Shit, shit! Okay. So, we go to a mob doctor, right? Do you know one of those, sweetheart? - No. - No. What about a veterinarian that works for the mob? - You know one of those? - No. Come on. Why are you pitching all the mob stuff? Because I'm losing my shit here! I get it. You're gonna have to do it. - What? - Yup. You're gonna have to take the bullet out. I don't wanna do it. You think I want you to take the bullet out? I've seen you try to cut a chicken. We have no other option. (TEARFULLY) Oh, my God! This is so bad! I hate game night!
Game Night
34.2s
But I made a mistake because there's this guy, they call him The Bulgarian. He's got his fingers in all these pies around the world. - What kind of pies? - Illegal pies, Max. You know, the kind of pies that have heroin in 'em and guns and sex slaves. You know, all that kind of stuff. But he just wanted me to help him find this Faberge egg. Fuck that! Faberge egg? - Are you kidding me? - No, I'm serious. And I found it! But then there was this other guy, this Marlon Freeman. He's willing to pay twice as much for the same egg. So what? So you screwed over the Bulgarian guy, and those fellows behind us work for him, and they just happen to crash your murder mystery party? I know, right? What are the odds of that? - Oh, too close, too close! - Careful, careful!
Game Night
1m5s
- I'm sorry. - Stop it. I'm looking at you and you're making me... Well, don't look at me. I won't look at it. - Push through. Let's go. - Okay. All right, okay. - No more cutting. - Oh, shit. Just get the tweezers and get the bullet out, baby. Shit, shit, shit. Um... What? What happened? Phone went to sleep. You gotta set it so that thing stays on. - No. My phone doesn't do that. - Sure it does. Same phone as mine. Just change it. Just gonna touch it with my nose every 30 seconds. It's fine. Don't be afraid of your phone. Get in there, go to the settings, go to display and change the timing so that it doesn't revert to sleep mode. - Revert? - Yeah. What are you, Steve Jobs? I'm not reverting anything. I'm just not afraid of my phone, honey. It's so fucking simple. Shh! Quiet. I know what I'm doing, okay? Do you? Yes. - Here she goes. - Here we go. You're like a dolphin. All right. This part's gonna hurt. I don't... I don't doubt it. Okay, let's do this. - (EXHALES) - Okay. (GASPS) Ooh... Oh, wait. - (CLICKING SOUND) - What is that? You hear that? What's that sound? What's that sound? Is that the bullet? - (GASPS) That's bone! - What? That's not right. Okay. What do the racists say if you can't find the bullet? Yeah, that's bone. You got the bone. I'm looking at my bone. Look right here. (GASPS) Max, did you get shot twice?
Game Night
56.7s
Oh, no, Gary. So, Sarah, how long have you two been a couple? Oh, no! No, we're not. We just... We work together. I wouldn't, um... I wouldn't do that thing. I see. I thought I detected a certain chemistry between the two of you. - (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) - No. No way. - No, that's not... - Mmm. Mmm. Then again, I'm not the best judge of chemistry in the world. (CHUCKLES) (ALL CHUCKLE AWKWARDLY)
Game Night
38s
- Hey! - Gary! Goodness. To what do Bastian and I owe the pleasure? Well, we were all just talking, and we realized we haven't had a game night in ages. - Just the seven of us. - So... I thought you were going to your brother's house. I never said that. Come on, Gare Bear. Live a little! It's the weekend! We were just saying how you were always better at games than Debbie was. I'll thank you not to besmirch my ex-wife. That woman is an angel. Oh. Yeah, she was much better at games than you. I will admit I have eagerly awaited a visit such as this.
Game Night