- All right, are you ready? - Uh-huh. - Here we go! - (BOTH SCREAMING)
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ANNIE: Oh, my God!
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You pregnant? We did it.
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What?
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Oh, boy. Yikes! I mean, how stupid do you think we are? - Hey, Max... - Gang, are we looking at the big twist here? He gets shot again! And by who? A couple of new characters you introduce at the last minute. Dude, you've jumped the shark! Do you go to the magic shop to buy a bunch - of these little bullets? - No. (SCREAMS)
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You know, you don't have to do this because I can just poop it out. We're not gonna go digging through your feces. That's disgusting! Now, hold still while I cut your stomach open. No, no! No! Whoa!
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This is a list of people in the Federal Witness Protection program. - How did you get this? - From inside the egg. Stop fucking with us. It's over! I'm not fudging with you. I honestly have no idea what... (GROANS)
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(ALL GRUNTING) (MAX AND ANNIE SCREAMING)
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Brooks, we're coming! BOTH: Whoo!
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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?