Where'd he go? Do we follow him? MAX: It seems like it. - Ryan, you go first. - I'm scared.
Game Night
16s
- That's yours. - It's... No. I think you're supposed to kiss it, right? Welcome. Do you guys have a bathroom? There's one just down the hall. You need it? Okay, is it on the right or the left? I don't wanna go in the wrong room. The one with the toilet. - Can't miss it. - Okay. (BOTH LAUGH)
Game Night
3.1s
You pregnant? We did it.
Game Night
13.4s
- Oh, boy. - Dude! - Oh. Wow. - Right? Where'd you find her? A TED Talk? No, at Chipotle. Let me ask you something, Ryan. Aren't you sick of losing game night every week because of the dates you bring? They're not always that bad. (IMITATES VELOCIRAPTOR)
Game Night
1.2s
(SIGHS)
Game Night
1.4s
Mmm.
Game Night
1.4s
(RYAN GRUNTS)
Game Night
2.3s
How much have you got?
Game Night
4s
Don't... What about this?
Game Night
8.5s
This change your mind? No.
Game Night
6.4s
Um, maybe... Ooh... - Decision-making. - Come on, Annie. Just make up your mind. Please. - No! - No?
- I love you, Max! - Brooks, don't be an idiot! (GRUNTING)
Game Night
10.9s
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.
Game Night
13.8s
- 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!
Game Night
37.9s
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!