Good evening. - We're gonna skip the cleanup? - (CHUCKLES)
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- Yes! - (ENGINE POWERS DOWN) Oh, no, he died! (GRUNTS)
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Okay, these guys are not stopping. What do we do? They're not gonna stop until they get me. I'm sorry I dragged you guys into this. I'm sorry for a lot of things.
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- Shit! - Sorry! You okay? - Yeah, I'm all right. - Okay. We need to go to the cops now! - Yeah, right now! Let's go! - No! - We can't go to the cops! - MAX: Why? The Bulgarian's got a ton of moles. On his face? No, in the police department. Look out!
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Why's that guy staring at us? Gary, I want you to meet my brother, Brooks. We're having a little family three-man game night tonight. Wait, what do you mean three-man? You said that Michelle and Ryan and Kevin were... No, no, no. Just gonna be us three. I can see 'em in the doorway. There's a whole mess of people. Hey, guys! - MAX: There they are. - RYAN: Hey! These guys are leaving. Take off, guys. We had a little bit of a mix-up with the...
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Um, maybe... Ooh... - Decision-making. - Come on, Annie. Just make up your mind. Please. - No! - No?
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KEVIN: Oh, shit.
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2s
MAX: Holy shit!
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3.7s
ANNIE: Oh. Oh! - I gotcha! I gotcha! - This is high.
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- Gun, gun, gun! Duck! - Oh, oh...
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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.
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8.5s
This change your mind? No.
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That's enough of this shit.
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(MAX YELLS FEEBLY) Max!
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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.