- 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
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You pregnant? We did it.
Game Night
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- 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)
- 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!
Game Night
2.3s
- Thank you! - (CELL PHONE RINGING)
Game Night
16.4s
That's not small. That's really big! So big? Way too big, baby. It's a bullet, not a grapefruit. I'm sorry! I'm sorry. This is my first time. I don't know... Oh, there's so much blood. (GAGGING) No, no. Don't you start doing that. No, you're gonna make... (GAGS) (BOTH GAGGING)
Game Night
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- I'm sorry. - Stop it. I'm looking at you and you're making me... Well, don't look at me. I won't look at it. - Push through. Let's go. - Okay. All right, okay. - No more cutting. - Oh, shit. Just get the tweezers and get the bullet out, baby. Shit, shit, shit. Um... What? What happened? Phone went to sleep. You gotta set it so that thing stays on. - No. My phone doesn't do that. - Sure it does. Same phone as mine. Just change it. Just gonna touch it with my nose every 30 seconds. It's fine. Don't be afraid of your phone. Get in there, go to the settings, go to display and change the timing so that it doesn't revert to sleep mode. - Revert? - Yeah. What are you, Steve Jobs? I'm not reverting anything. I'm just not afraid of my phone, honey. It's so fucking simple. Shh! Quiet. I know what I'm doing, okay? Do you? Yes. - Here she goes. - Here we go. You're like a dolphin. All right. This part's gonna hurt. I don't... I don't doubt it. Okay, let's do this. - (EXHALES) - Okay. (GASPS) Ooh... Oh, wait. - (CLICKING SOUND) - What is that? You hear that? What's that sound? What's that sound? Is that the bullet? - (GASPS) That's bone! - What? That's not right. Okay. What do the racists say if you can't find the bullet? Yeah, that's bone. You got the bone. I'm looking at my bone. Look right here. (GASPS) Max, did you get shot twice?
Game Night
11.1s
(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.
Game Night
5.3s
No, no. Honey, don't, don't look at... - (GAGS) - Stop it. (BOTH GAGGING)
Game Night
1.7s
- Careful! - (HORNS BLARING)
Game Night
1.7s
Oh, my God! This is insane!
Game Night
1.2s
Okay.
Game Night
16.8s
Help yourself to popped corn with sea salt. Oh! Oh! (GROANS) Yummy, yummy. I can't believe that you read my mind. I was craving popcorn. You have a framed photo of game night? Doesn't everyone have photographs of their best friends in their homes?