ANNIE: Oh. Oh! - I gotcha! I gotcha! - This is high.
Game Night
1.5s
- Gun, gun, gun! Duck! - Oh, oh...
Game Night
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Where'd he go? Do we follow him? MAX: It seems like it. - Ryan, you go first. - I'm scared.
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Hey, bud, I'm sorry I'm late. I hope you didn't start game night without me. (MAX SHUSHING) Did you not get my texts? What text? Oh, hello, Officer.
Game Night
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This change your mind? No.
Game Night
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That's enough of this shit.
Game Night
2.7s
(MAX YELLS FEEBLY) Max!
Game Night
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Sure you don't wanna take a Lyft? No, no. I am not getting drunk tonight. - GARY: Good evening! - I'm gonna stay alert and ready. - Jesus, Gary! - (ANNIE GASPS) Where are you headed? We are going to, uh, to my brother's. Another game night? No. No, absolutely not. We're going to, um, - have some dinner. - Eat. I see. Pity. I was going to invite you over for a dinner I'm hosting. I've purchased four lamb shanks that I've been simmering in a broth of red wine and rosemary. - That sounds so yummy, though. - Damn it. It was actually Debbie's recipe. I like to think she left behind her recipe cards as a gesture of goodwill, but it was most likely an unintentional oversight.
Game Night
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Oh, my God! This is insane!
Game Night
3.7s
Hmm. Oh, because your wife left you.
Game Night
5s
ANNIE: So many possible moves. I just don't know where to begin.
Game Night
3.7s
Oh, Brooks. What have you gotten yourself into?
Game Night
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If you call the cops, I'll be dead before I get to jail. Why don't we just get a hold of this Marlon Freeman guy and buy the egg back from him? I couldn't find him if I wanted to. That name's an alias.
