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35.9s
(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
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
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
44.4s
And you think if we have a baby, we'll be officially settling down, and you'll never make it onto the leader board of life? That's such a good metaphor. Yeah, no, it's not. - It's kind of bullshit. - Why? - What are we, 16 years old? - No. - You wanna go backpacking through Europe? Huh? - Uh-uh. You wanna, like, have some wine coolers on a football field with Rebecca De Mornay? Not specifically. You know who's always gone for the fruit, Max? Your criminal brother, and that is why the ghosts are about to eat him! Look who's embracing the metaphor. I was so... Wow. You know what? All this time, I've just been thinking that if I helped you beat Brooks, you would be less stressed. But you don't wanna beat Brooks. You wanna be Brooks.
Game Night