Hey, isn't that your neighbor? KEVIN: When did Gary get so cool? - RYAN: Oh, my God! - Everybody okay? - You're cool-ass Gary. - You all right? Fine, thank you. Though, in sliding, my belt buckle may have inadvertently scratched the finish of my squad car. How did you know we were in trouble? The nocturnal Jenga game, my blood-spattered marital souvenirs, and Max's curious search history piqued my interest. - Right. Oh, God. - You, uh... You saved our lives. Thank you. Just doing my job.
Game Night
16.7s
Oh, boy. Yikes! I mean, how stupid do you think we are? - Hey, Max... - Gang, are we looking at the big twist here? He gets shot again! And by who? A couple of new characters you introduce at the last minute. Dude, you've jumped the shark! Do you go to the magic shop to buy a bunch - of these little bullets? - No. (SCREAMS)
Game Night
9.8s
This is a list of people in the Federal Witness Protection program. - How did you get this? - From inside the egg. Stop fucking with us. It's over! I'm not fudging with you. I honestly have no idea what... (GROANS)
Game Night
5.6s
Hang on. This is Officer Kingsbury. We got a 10-00 on the 4th Street... - (GROANS) - (ALL GASP)
Game Night
12.7s
Don't... MAX: Yeah? Don't you ever exclude me again. - Never exclude you again, pal. - ANNIE: No.
Game Night
2.8s
(GROANING) God damn it!
Game Night
1.2s
What?
Game Night
3.2s
- All right, are you ready? - Uh-huh. - Here we go! - (BOTH SCREAMING)
Game Night
10.7s
Okay, okay. What's our plan? (STAMMERS) I have one idea. It's so crazy, though, baby, it just might work. You're gonna crash the car into the plane, like Liam Neeson in Taken 3? He did that in Taken 3, huh?
Game Night
30.7s
(ANNIE PANTING) Where you at, lady? Come on, you little bitch. I know you're back here somewhere. Let's end this shit. I won't kill you. Come out! Come on, get your ass out here! (WHISPERS) Turn on the belt! - GOON: I'm not gonna hurt you. - Look at the box! - Just come on out, let's talk! - Can you charade it to me? Charades? That's some cute full-circle bullshit. Here we go. Three words. Come on, lady. Where are you?
Game Night
10.7s
You know, you don't have to do this because I can just poop it out. We're not gonna go digging through your feces. That's disgusting! Now, hold still while I cut your stomach open. No, no! No! Whoa!
Game Night
4.4s
(ALL GRUNTING) (MAX AND ANNIE SCREAMING)
Game Night
3.7s
Uh, you missed it. (CHUCKLES) Thanks, baby.
Game Night
4s
Well, at least I got to drive it for 10 minutes.
Game Night
3.1s
Brooks, we're coming! BOTH: Whoo!
Game Night
1.8s
ANNIE: Oh, my God!
Game Night
12.8s
You're amazing. - You can cut me loose now. - Thank you! Okay. Okay, okay. - ANNIE: Uh... - BROOKS: Yeah. In the bag. - This? Okay. - Look in the bag. - That's right. - ANNIE: Okay. Oh! Thank you! - Okay. You all right? - Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Game Night
5.6s
- Yes! - (ENGINE POWERS DOWN) Oh, no, he died! (GRUNTS)