Gavin:
Bob, you're not seriously going to pack in 72 bottles of beer.
Bob:
What, not enough? Don't worry, I brought hard stuff, too. And if all fails, there's rubbing alcohol in the first aid kit.
Andrew:
What are you doing with a gun?
Bob:
We're in the middle of nowhere. I'm a boy scout. Do the math!
Allison:
Maybe this game isn't a game. Maybe this so-called hunt is an actual hunt. Maybe -
Bob:
Allison, stop talking.
Allison:
No! There's no way I'm going another ten miles in the middle of nowhere, where some maniac has kidnapped and possibly killed some woman. I'm not doing it!
Bob:
One of these days, Frankie.
Frankie:
Is that a date, Bob? You get so cute when you're angry.
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