Hey, isn't that your neighbor? KEVIN: When did Gary get so cool? - RYAN: Oh, my God! - Everybody okay? - You're cool-ass Gary. - You all right? Fine, thank you. Though, in sliding, my belt buckle may have inadvertently scratched the finish of my squad car. How did you know we were in trouble? The nocturnal Jenga game, my blood-spattered marital souvenirs, and Max's curious search history piqued my interest. - Right. Oh, God. - You, uh... You saved our lives. Thank you. Just doing my job.
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(GROANING) God damn it!
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Wait. Hi, yeah. I lost my credit card. I was wondering if you could tell me what the last few charges I made were. What are you doing? If we can find out the name of the murder mystery place he used, we can go to their office and pay them off to give us the final clue. Oh, my God! Oh, my God! You're, like, a double threat. Brains, and you're British.
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No way!
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Uh, you missed it. (CHUCKLES) Thanks, baby.
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(ANNIE PANTING) Where you at, lady? Come on, you little bitch. I know you're back here somewhere. Let's end this shit. I won't kill you. Come out! Come on, get your ass out here! (WHISPERS) Turn on the belt! - GOON: I'm not gonna hurt you. - Look at the box! - Just come on out, let's talk! - Can you charade it to me? Charades? That's some cute full-circle bullshit. Here we go. Three words. Come on, lady. Where are you?
Oh, my God. Has that got it? No, that doesn't got it. God damn it. Come on! No!
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(DOOR SHUTS)
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ANNIE: I'm sorry. Now, the Bulgarian's guys have Brooks, and the only way to save him is to get that egg from this Marlon Freeman guy. I can't believe your brother's been lying to us this whole time. He's even cooler than we thought. Honey, I think you sewed my arm to my sleeve. I didn't even know Morgan Freeman collected Faberge eggs. Aren't those worth millions of dollars? It's Marlon Freeman, but that's just an alias. Somehow, we gotta find out his real name, find out his address. - Police computer. - MAX: What do you mean? I once dated this girl whose father was a cop. She showed me her dad's police computer. It has a database with every known alias on it. I bet we could find Marlon Wayans' real name on it. So, if we called her up, would she let you go on her dad's computer? No. No way! That ended badly. So, how are we gonna get into a police computer without the cops knowing? - Billy Bob Thornton! - MICHELLE: What? - What? - You slept with - Billy Bob, didn't you? - Hang on, hang on! I know where we can get on a police computer.
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Oh, it's so much worse. Oh, God. And what did I do to this? What the fuck is this thing?