- Hey! - Gary! Goodness. To what do Bastian and I owe the pleasure? Well, we were all just talking, and we realized we haven't had a game night in ages. - Just the seven of us. - So... I thought you were going to your brother's house. I never said that. Come on, Gare Bear. Live a little! It's the weekend! We were just saying how you were always better at games than Debbie was. I'll thank you not to besmirch my ex-wife. That woman is an angel. Oh. Yeah, she was much better at games than you. I will admit I have eagerly awaited a visit such as this.
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- Hear that? - Yeah.
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Hey!
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Shit!
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Boy, that's a slow belt.
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(FOOTSTEPS ON ROOF)
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Don't... What about this?
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How much have you got?
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He got a Stingray, huh?
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(RYAN GRUNTS)
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Hello, again. Mmm... Still wearing the uniform.
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(BOTH GRUNTING)
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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.
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Oh, no, Gary. So, Sarah, how long have you two been a couple? Oh, no! No, we're not. We just... We work together. I wouldn't, um... I wouldn't do that thing. I see. I thought I detected a certain chemistry between the two of you. - (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) - No. No way. - No, that's not... - Mmm. Mmm. Then again, I'm not the best judge of chemistry in the world. (CHUCKLES) (ALL CHUCKLE AWKWARDLY)
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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.