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51.8s
- Hey! Hey! - Hey! - Hey, hey! - ALL: Hey! Come on, come on. Hey, thanks for letting me host again, huh? Well, it's not like we had a choice, huh? BROOKS: Only 36 months to go. - ANNIE: Oh, time will fly. - (LAUGHS) - Can I get you a beer? - Uh, yeah. - Come on! - Hey, listen, Brooks. I know you're probably feeling pretty humbled by all of this. But, honestly, I think you're gonna come out the other side a much better man. Oh! Hey, look. I completely agree. You remember the WITSEC list that I swallowed? - Sure. - I pooped it out, sold it for $3 million on the black market. - Are you serious? - Pretty sweet, huh? Brooks, everybody on that list is gonna get killed. Oh, no, Max, I'm not a monster. I tipped everyone off that they were in danger. For $20,000 apiece. - (LAUGHING) - You're unbelievable. Thank you. It's not like I'm gonna live in this dump forever. As soon as this cuff comes off, I'm gonna buy that house I was renting. I'm moving in with Johanna.
Game Night
1m24s
(GASPS) Jesus Christ! What's with that knife? It's for the cheese. Okay, all right. Just, you know, really aggressive way to carry a knife. Oh no, I've got one. Never have I ever connected my work computer to the projector in the conference room when it was open on a WebMD page for chlamydia symptoms. - RYAN: That's not cool! - SARAH: Drink! Just for the record, I did not have chlamydia. It was pubic dermatitis. You get it from not washing your crotch. - Okay. - MAX: Good for you. I... I like her. Listen, you're not supposed to single people out in this game. It's supposed to be generic things, like, "Never have I ever slept with a celebrity." Oh, I didn't know. Okay. BROOKS: Whoops. - SARAH: Mmm? - Ooh. (KEVIN CHUCKLES) What? You slept with a celebrity? No, I was taking a drink separate from the game. - That was bad timing. - MAX: Mmm. MICHELLE: I see how you would think, but it's not. Well, then why are you breathing like you just got off the elliptical? I'm not. I'm... (SCOFFS) Come on, babe. Whose turn is it? Uh, it's Max. Max, it's your turn. Huh? I'm not playing a drinking game. Who was it? What's the deal with that? (WHISPERS) They've been together since middle school. MICHELLE: Uh, it's somebody else's turn. - Oh. Oh! - Yeah! How could you possibly have had sex with a celebrity when we've only had sex with each other? Please, can you not make this one of your things right now? How is this one of my things? Yeah, Brooks, this is why we don't play drinking games. (POUNDING ON DOOR)
Game Night
18.9s
Are you being sarcastic? No, I mean, I love your house. It reminds me of Mom and Dad's. Makes me think of simpler times. Simpler? So how long are you in town for? You know, I'm not sure. It depends on how many clients the firm's gonna be having me schmooze while I'm here. (BOTH LAUGHING) But hopefully for a while. I don't get to see you guys, and I...
Game Night
19.7s
It's not a joke. You people are in real danger, and you're running out of time. And I, Agent Henderson, will not stand idly by while innocent civilians are slaughtered on my watch. (LAUGHING) I told you this is gonna be great. - It's so good! - So good. But before we get started, I'm required to ask if any of you have any food allergies.
Game Night
1m8s
What the fuck is that? (MAX LAUGHS) I mean, how cool are we? Right? Very, very cool. We are very cool. You're the cool one. You know, tracking the phone is just a great idea. Still on Route 18, huh? MAX: We're catching up to him. Here we come, Brooksie. Can you imagine the look on his face when we find him so fast? You know, baby, I can feel my sperm already coming back to life. - Perfect. - Yeah. So we'll win your brother's car, and then we'll go make a baby in it. Yeah! We'll make him watch us. - Yeah. - Huh? - I don't wanna do that. - No, me neither. Sorry, don't know why I said that. - I'm not into that. - Not a great idea. Okay. Okay, great. Thank you. All right, I got the name and the address of the games company. - Let's go. - Yes! All we have to do now, figure out what "bloodless bite" means. No, we don't. That's why... - Oh, yeah, no. Yeah, no. - Doesn't matter. Let's go. How you gonna be old and young? - That doesn't make sense. - MICHELLE: I know. Guys, hey, how's it goin'? I just wanted to wish you the best of luck tonight. Bye. (DOOR SLAMS CLOSED) - BOTH: No. - KEVIN: Mmm-mmm. What are... What are you doing? Just being a dick. - (BANGING ON DOOR) - KEVIN: Oh, come on. - SARAH: Don't kick him, Ryan! - He's such a good actor! KEVIN: Ryan!
Game Night
39.6s
Whoa! Well, I mean, come on. We don't see him in over a year. He shows up in your dream car, insults our house, and then tells an embarrassing story about you, right before your turn just to throw you off your game. Welcome to my whole life. Why are you suddenly so worked up about it? Well, 'cause now he's messing with your balls and literally killing millions of our babies. Well, that's a little dramatic, but, yeah, you know. I mean, that's Brooks. I thought that this was just regular old brother stuff, - but I totally see it now. - Mmm-mmm. He undermines you every chance he gets. Yeah. Yeah. - It's crazy! - Thank you, Annie. I've never won a single game against him. I just... I think we gotta fix this Brooks thing.
Game Night