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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
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God, I really miss you, man. I really do. - Oh. - (BROOKS SIGHS) Miss you, too, Brooks. RYAN: And go! Shock-rocker. Dated Rose McGowan. Oh! Ah, Marilyn Manson. Yep. You got it. - Quick story. - There's no pausing. You remember the urban myth where Marilyn Manson had the ribs taken out, so he could go down on himself? ALL: Yeah. You don't mind me telling the story, do you, Max? You're in the middle of a... You were 14 years old. It's an adorable story. I forbid it. I'm a little curious. Did you blow yourself? You know the bungee cords on roof racks? - Yeah. - Max took one of those bungee cords and he put it around his neck. Here he goes. And then he wrapped it behind his legs, so he could squish his face down into his crotch. - (ALL GASP) - But the problem was that it got stuck! He couldn't unhook it. - (ALL LAUGHING) - And about an hour later, Mom comes home, and she finds him there. KEVIN: Shit! Her little pretzel boy on his bedroom floor naked. - (LAUGHING CONTINUES) - Little pretzel boy? Great story. Are we back on now? So? So what? Did you suck it? - (ALL LAUGHING) - Let's go. Come on. Brooks. Back to it. Come on. Play the game. Poor man's Johnny Depp, starred in Jericho. Skeet Ulrich. UN Secretary General, '92 to '96. Boutros Boutros-Ghali. This guy. He hated kids in Jurassic Park. Sam Neill. Dubstep DJ, looks like Corey Feldman. - Skrillex. - BROOKS: Yep. Rappers love this Cubist painter. Picasso! Big cat shot by asshole dentist. - KEVIN: Cecil the lion! - Time! - (GRUNTS) How many? - KEVIN: Seven! - Seven! - (CHEERING)
Game Night
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- God damn it! - What? We didn't want him to know we were having a game night. He used to come, and we don't like him anymore, so... Oh. You know, I think he knows now. He sure does. Maxi Pad, come on, bring it in. (LAUGHS) I haven't seen you in a year! Hey, you smell good. What is that? Is that Selsun Blue? Head and Shoulders? Why do you assume it's a dandruff shampoo? Well, I mean, you've always been a little bit of a snowstorm. Hey, would you hold that for a second? - Yup. - Hey, guys! - You look good, stranger. - Wanna drink? It's been forever. I know, and that's my fault. I'm so sorry. Sweet ride, Brooks. Oh, you like that? I just got her a couple weeks ago. What is that? A Corvette? It's a 1976 rally red Stingray coupe. It was my dream car as a kid. And that's what gave me the idea to get it. You know what? I love your house.
Game Night
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(SIGHS) - Hey! - (GROANS) - Okay. - Oh, God! Annie! (PANTING) Oh, boy, that was... You saw what I was going for, though, right? Yeah, yeah. But then did you see when I hit him with the fire extinguisher? - I sure did. I sure did, yeah. - That was cool, right? Yeah. - Yeah. - Great. Do you want this? I don't want you to have it, Calamity Jane. All right, look. I think I saw a hatch at the top of the plane. Maybe I can get the drop on him. - "The drop?" - Yup, yeah. - Who are you? - Why don't you go use the emergency phone? Call for help. I'm gonna do the drop. Okay. You're not Liam Neeson! - MAX: That hurts my feelings! - ANNIE: I'm sorry!
Game Night
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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
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- 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