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ANNIE: Can we help you? I'm okay. Hey! Of course. Ryan, why are you coming in through the window? You said sneak in so RoboCop wouldn't see us. I meant sneak in through the door. Well, you were super vague. - I wasn't vague at all. - Wine? I know I didn't say, "Break the succulents." RYAN: Hey. I'm not dressed for this nonsense. This is ridiculous. It's like Night of the Living Dead in here. Yeah, you are asking a lot from us, Max. MAX: I didn't say to come through the window. This is Max. We used to work together. His wife, Annie. Michelle, and that guy's Kevin. - What's up, buddy? - The door's right there. Guys, this is Madison. Yeah, you brought her last week. You work at Forever 21, right? - MAX: No, no. - I work at Sephora. - I'm confused. - Different girl. Same look, same voice. Nice to meet you. - You, too. - (MADISON AND MAX CHUCKLE)
Game Night
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"Dennis" isn't a word. Yeah, it is. It's my daddy's name, so... These are the elite, the very best, the... Oh, oh. White people! - What? - Oh, Jesus. Okay, unlike you psychos, I don't give a shit about winning game night. I don't need that validation. But you do need the validation of dating Instagram models? Absolutely. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not like you, Michelle. We didn't all meet our soulmate when we were 10 years old. Fourteen. - Oh, sorry. - Fourteen. And we didn't get married until we were 19. - See, that's gross. - You know what, Ryan? I hope one day you get to meet a lovely, young lady. So you can love her as much as I love my sweet baby right here. Yes, find her. Look how cute this... - Hey, look at this. - So much love. Let's look at him when we do it. - Hey, everybody. - MICHELLE: Find the love! Grab your drinks. Let's go play, come on. Dude, do you know what rich people are doing on their game nights these days? MAX: What's that? - Fight clubs. - What? I just read about 'em. They pay poor people to fight each other, and then they bet on the winner. - No, that's not a real thing. - Yes, it is! If you can have anything you want in this world, you have to raise the stakes or life gets boring. The Kennedys used to have fight clubs at their compound. Honey, listen, you gotta stop reading BuzzFeed every second of the damn day. How about some Charades? Should we start with Charades? - RYAN: Let's go! - MICHELLE: Yeah! It's been a while, huh? Do you wanna wait for Brooks? I don't think we need to. No, he's late. Wait, hold up. - Brooks is in town? - MAX: Yeah. I thought he was working in Europe. He was, yeah. He's apparently back for some business. Haven't seen him yet. - But we can get started. - Yeah! MAX: Who wants to start? Who are you guys talking about? Max's brother. He's this super successful venture capitalist. KEVIN: Yeah, he was the first to invest in Panera Bread, you know? The Fuji Apple Salad was his idea. - A lot of investors. - KEVIN: Yeah. He's like the Mark Wahlberg to Max's Donnie. Well... Which is a huge compliment because Donnie was fucking great in The Sixth Sense, wasn't he? He was. Was he in The Sixth Sense? He sure is, yeah. You know who is not in The Sixth Sense? Mark Wahlberg. Mark would never take a role that small.
Game Night
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You have a good one. Any plans for this evening? MAX: No. Perhaps a game night? We're just gonna stay in, - just the two of us. - Mmm-hmm. - Boring. - Mmm. I see. I do hope you keep me in mind for any future game nights. You bet. I've always enjoyed the camaraderie of good friends competing in games of chance and skill. Yeah. Yeah, well, we'll do that, but tonight it's just the two of us. Three bags of Tostitos Scoops, I notice. There was a special on these tonight. Three for one. Three for one? Yup. How can that be profitable for Frito-Lay?
Game Night
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I've duped you all. MICHELLE: Wha... Hold on a second. Are you telling me that this whole thing was a game? (BOTH GRUNTING) - (SCREAMS) - What? What? - They, they... - SARAH: Shit! I'm sorry. They got up. They got up. When I learned you stopped inviting me to your game nights, I hijacked Brooks' murder mystery party and I staged a kidnapping of my own. You gotta be kidding me. What better way to prove my worth as a game night participant? Well, what about these dudes? Are they actors? Oh, no. They're... They're felons. Felons? I was able to shave some time off of their parole in exchange for this little side project. - We square now? - Thank you, gentlemen. That lady hit me with the car. Hey, what the hell kinda psycho are you? You put us through all this, just for your own amusement? No, no. Just the opposite. For your amusement. Did everyone have fun? - ALL: No! No. - RYAN: Yeah. No. - No fun! I got shot! - By me! I don't see how that's possible. My men were using blanks. Well, that was my gun. It was a real gun. So, this whole thing, the Faberge egg, The Bulgarian. That was you?
Game Night