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.
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Oh, my God! This is insane!
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Hmm. Oh, because your wife left you.
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ANNIE: So many possible moves. I just don't know where to begin.
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Oh, Brooks. What have you gotten yourself into?
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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.
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Come on, come on, come on.
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Okay.
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Hello, Donald Anderton.
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(CHOKING)
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(SIGHS)
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(GROANS)
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Fuck! What are we gonna do? They're gonna kill my brother. Oh, Annie, I feel faint. I'm gonna pass out. Oh, honey, we'll get you to a hospital, okay? No, no, no! No hospitals. This is a gunshot wound, they'll call the cops. Shit, shit! Okay. So, we go to a mob doctor, right? Do you know one of those, sweetheart? - No. - No. What about a veterinarian that works for the mob? - You know one of those? - No. Come on. Why are you pitching all the mob stuff? Because I'm losing my shit here! I get it. You're gonna have to do it. - What? - Yup. You're gonna have to take the bullet out. I don't wanna do it. You think I want you to take the bullet out? I've seen you try to cut a chicken. We have no other option. (TEARFULLY) Oh, my God! This is so bad! I hate game night!
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(SIGHS) That's the exit wound. Oh, it came out! Yup. Nothing to remove. The bullet has exited the arm. Well, let's just sew that sucker up, huh? Yeah.
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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.
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God, I really miss you, man. I really do. - Oh. - (BROOKS SIGHS) Miss you, too, Brooks. RYAN: And go! Shock-rocker. Dated Rose McGowan. Oh! Ah, Marilyn Manson. Yep. You got it. - Quick story. - There's no pausing. You remember the urban myth where Marilyn Manson had the ribs taken out, so he could go down on himself? ALL: Yeah. You don't mind me telling the story, do you, Max? You're in the middle of a... You were 14 years old. It's an adorable story. I forbid it. I'm a little curious. Did you blow yourself? You know the bungee cords on roof racks? - Yeah. - Max took one of those bungee cords and he put it around his neck. Here he goes. And then he wrapped it behind his legs, so he could squish his face down into his crotch. - (ALL GASP) - But the problem was that it got stuck! He couldn't unhook it. - (ALL LAUGHING) - And about an hour later, Mom comes home, and she finds him there. KEVIN: Shit! Her little pretzel boy on his bedroom floor naked. - (LAUGHING CONTINUES) - Little pretzel boy? Great story. Are we back on now? So? So what? Did you suck it? - (ALL LAUGHING) - Let's go. Come on. Brooks. Back to it. Come on. Play the game. Poor man's Johnny Depp, starred in Jericho. Skeet Ulrich. UN Secretary General, '92 to '96. Boutros Boutros-Ghali. This guy. He hated kids in Jurassic Park. Sam Neill. Dubstep DJ, looks like Corey Feldman. - Skrillex. - BROOKS: Yep. Rappers love this Cubist painter. Picasso! Big cat shot by asshole dentist. - KEVIN: Cecil the lion! - Time! - (GRUNTS) How many? - KEVIN: Seven! - Seven! - (CHEERING)