Later that evening, inside Emma and Noah's homestead, we're shown closeups of chips and salsa being poured into separate bowls before we're shown a knife coming down menacing onto a few pieces of celery. We pull back to see Emma and Noah preparing for the festivities that'll present themselves at their secret game night.
"If MacArthur sees the others coming, we're screwed," Emma comments, worriedly.
"No, no, honey, it's not gonna be a problem," Noah replies, calmingly. "I was very, very clear with everyone to park far away and just to sneak in quietly, you know." He grabs the hummus from the fridge and sets it down next to the celery. Once he does, he turns towards Emma, looking a little guilty. "But now, I mean, you don't think we're being dicks, do you? I mean, should we just still invite her? She really seemed like she wanted to play."
"No, no," Emma forcefully retorts. "Brody was our friend, and MacArthur was just the creepy wife that we had to put up with."
"That's true," Noah comments.
"She's only gotten worse since the divorce."
"Yeah, we don't owe him anything, right?" he responds, the guilty thoughts getting blown away like dust in the wind. "Fuck him!"
Their gazes dart to the kitchen window upon hearing a rustling sound coming from outside. They share a look, then begin creeping towards the window, which has its blinds drawn close. Their attention remains focused on the window, creeped by whatever it is that may be currently lurking outside. After a few tense moments, a hand breaks through the blinds, scaring the living daylights out of Emma and Noah, whilst simultaneously resulting in a scream from Emma's pipes. Then, we're shown a young blonde woman peeking into the room.
"Hi!" she responds as she begins crawling through the window to enter the household.
"Hi," Noah says, utterly confused as to why a stranger is apparently breaking into their home.
"Can we help you?" Emma asked.
"I'm okay," she replies as she steps onto the hardwood floor.
After a moment, a dude with blonde hair situated underneath a cowboy hat emerges from the window and begins trying to enter the house. "Hey!"
"Of course," Noah says, dryly. "Geoff, why are you coming in through the window?"
"You said sneak in so RoboCop wouldn't see us," he replies, clumsily climbing through the window before tripping on a row of plants, causing him to fall down on all fours.
"I meant sneak in through the door," Noah comments, pointing towards the backdoor as Geoff gets himself resituated.
"Well, you were super vague," he exclaims, grabbing a wine bottle that was currently being held by his date.
"I wasn't vague at all," Noah claims.
"Wine?" Geoff asked, holding up a wine bottle, which Emma takes before giving Geoff a hug while Noah walks over towards his overturned plants.
"I know I didn't say, 'Break the succulents'," he exclaims.
In the background, we see an African American woman with purple-black hair emerging from the window situated behind the couch.
"I'm not dressed for this nonsense," she responds, climbing through the window and over the couch cushions. "This is ridiculous."
Emma pulls away from the hug and turns to see the African American woman entering the premise. "It's like Night of the Living Dead in here."
"Yeah, you are asking a lot from us, Noah," a muscular African American male with black hair states, as he squeezes through the window, which he has great difficulty doing due to his hulking frame.
"I didn't say to come through the window," Noah reinforces before ultimately deciding to just drop it as he walks towards the African American woman to give her a hug.
Geoff begins introducing everyone to his date to avoid confusion. "This is Noah. We used to work together. His wife, Emma." He points towards the African American woman, who's pulled out of her hug to Noah before giving one to Emma while Noah walks over towards the big guy. "Stephanie." He finally lands on the African American male, who looks pleased to see Noah, despite Noah still being rather annoyed that he didn't just simply walk through the door. "And that's Ryan."
Geoff then gets everyone attention as he proceeds to introduce his date for the evening. "Guys, this is Lindsay."
"Yeah, you brought her last week," Emma claims, while Noah looks discomforted about something. "You work at Forever 21, right?"
"No, no," Noah claims.
"I work at Sephora," Lindsay replies.
"I'm confused," Emma replies, arching an eyebrow towards Geoff.
"Different girl," Noah tells her, gaining a foolish look from Emma. "Same look, same voice."
"Nice to meet you," Emma comments.
"You, too," she comments as she holds out a limp hand to them. Emma taps it with the back of hers.
"No. I think you're supposed to kiss it, right?" Noah comments, taking Lindsay's hand and kissing it, which allows for her to set it down. "Welcome."
"Do you guys have a bathroom?" Lindsay asked.
"There's one just down the hall. You need it?" Noah asked.
"Okay, is it on the right or the left?" she replies, absentmindedly. "I don't wanna go in the wrong room."
"The one with the toilet," Emma clarifies.
"Can't miss it," Noah replies, bluntly.
"Okay," Lindsay says, laughing as she goes down the hallway. Geoff laughs as well as he watches her off while everyone else stares at him, nonplussed.
"Oh, boy," Noah commented, shaking his head, disapprovingly.
"Dude!" Emma said to him, incredulous.
"Wow," Stephanie said, astonished by Geoff's imbecile of a date.
"Right?" Geoff replied, not picking up any hints in regards towards everyone's lack of enjoyment towards his date.
"Where's you find her? TED Talk?" Stephanie asked as she walked over towards the counter and poured herself a drink.
"No, at Sonic," he responds.
"Let me ask you something, Geoff," Ryan inquires as he comes towards his wife's side. "Aren't you sick of losing game night every week because of the dates you bring?" Everyone laughs in response to Ryan's statement while Geoff looks offended.
"They're not always that bad," Geoff claims.
We're then shown a compilation of Geoff's worst game night dates. In the first, we're shown the group playing a game of charades. Geoff begins miming a velociraptor while his partner, a female with a large quaff and tan skin, pays no attention to him, preoccupying herself maintain her hair structure using a can of hairspray, which gets into Geoff's face, causing him to cough.
"Anne Maria, seriously?" he says in between coughs. "How many… cans of… hairspray… do you… need?"
In another flashback, we see the group playing a game of scrabble where we see Geoff's date, a young girl with platinum blonde hair and flawless skin, has just finished a word, looking excited about it. However, no one else reciprocates.
"Uh, Dakota… 'Michael' isn't a word," Emma attempts to clarify.
"Uh, yeah, it is," Dakota responds. "It's my daddy's name, so…" Noah pinches the bridge of his nose while Emma face palms at this vapid level of ignorance.
At another game night, we see Geoff holding up a set of flashcards while trying to give out details that'll help them to figure out the answer. Geoff's date, a young woman with blonde hair and a mole on her right cheek, looks confident and ready to answer.
"Oh, Amy, you know this one," Geoff says to his date. "These are the elite, the very best, the—"
"Oh, oh!" Amy begins, believing she has the answer. "White people!" She blurts out, prompting an angry look from everyone, given the fact that they're all a part of a minority group. Ryan even goes so far as to punch Amy straight through the wall in retaliation for her statement.
Back in the present, everyone's finishing up preparations before they begin the night's festivities.
"Okay, I'll admit, that last one was pretty bad, but unlike you psychos, I don't give a shit about winning game night," he claims, taking a chip and dipping into some salsa. "I don't need that validation." He chows down as Emma and Noah begin moving items towards the living room.
"But you do need the validation of dating Instagram models?" Stephanie inquired, sarcastically.
"Absolutely," he claims, gaining a chuckle out of Stephanie. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not like you, Stephanie. We didn't all meet our soul mate when we were 10 years old."
"14," Ryan corrects him.
"Oh, sorry, 14," Geoff responds, sarcastically.
"And we didn't get married until we were 19," Stephanie exclaims.
"See, that's gross," Geoff claims, even though it's obvious he's jealous.
"You know what, Geoff?" Ryan says. "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," Stephanie replies before she's immediately swept up into Ryan's arms and the two begin making out, passionately. "Look at this. Show much love," she responds after pulling away from the kiss.
"Let's look at him while we do it," Ryan tells Stephanie, while Geoff watches on, clearly grossed out.
Noah, not wishing for this to continue any longer, signals for everyone towards the living area. "Hey, everybody, grab your drinks," he tells them as he grabs the chips and salsa. "Let's go play. Come on." This regains everyone's attention, and they all begin making their way towards the living room.
"Dude, do you know what rich people are doing on their game nights these days?" Geoff commented.
"Oh, this should be interesting," Noah responded, sarcastically.
"Fight clubs," Geoff whispered.
"What?" he asked, a nonplussed expression sweeping across his face.
"I just read about them," he exclaims as he and everyone else get themselves situated. "They pay poor people to fight each other, and then they bet on the winner."
"No, that's not a real thing," Stephanie retorts, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Yes, it is!" Geoff reinforces. "If you can have anything you want in this world, you have to raise the stakes or life gets boring." Noah and Emma turn towards each other, insulted by Geoff's comments. "The Kennedys used to have fight clubs at their compound."
"Dude, listen, you gotta stop reading BuzzFeed every second of the damn day," Ryan tells him.
"How about some charades?" Noah asks, keen on getting game night underway. "Huh, should we start with charades?"
"Let's go!" Geoff yells out.
"Yeah!" Stephanie yells out as well. However, Emma doesn't look like she's quite ready to begin tonight's festivities.
"Do you wanna wait for Dave?" Emma asked. Noah, not wanting to have to deal with his brother, attempts to deflect the situation concerning his tardiness.
"I don't think we need to," Noah says. "No, he's late."
"Wait, hold up," Ryan begins, with Geoff and Stephanie's attentions simultaneously grabbed by Emma's statement. "Dave is in town?"
"I thought he was working in Europe," Stephanie asked.
"He was, yeah," Noah replies, annoyed at having been roped into another conversation related to his brother. "He's apparently back for some business. Haven't seen him yet. But what say we get started."
Everyone, although keen on hearing more about Dave, decide to focus their attention on game night. However, around this time, Lindsay returns from the powder room and sits down in one of the chairs, interested in regards to whom they're referring to.
"Who are you guys talking about?" she asked.
"Noah's brother," Geoff tells her. "He's this super successful venture capitalist." Noah and Emma look uncomfortable for different reasons. Noah, due to everyone talking highly of his brother, and Emma, due to Noah's discomfort at everyone talking highly of his brother.
"Yeah, he was the first to invest in Panera Bread, you know?" Ryan commented. "The Fuji Apple Salad was his idea."
"A lot of investors," Noah shakes his head, discouragingly.
"He's like the Mark Wahlberg to Noah's Donnie," Geoff claims.
"Well…" Noah begins before being cut off by Emma, due to her sensing Noah potentially saying something he may regret.
"Which is a huge compliment because Donnie was fucking great in The Sixth Sense, wasn't he?" Emma asked, gaining a smile from her husband.
"He was," he responds.
"Was he in The Sixth Sense?" Stephanie asked, unsure as to whether or not this statement holds any truth.
"Hey sure is, yeah," Noah responds, with Emma nodding in agreement. "You know who is not in The Sixth Sense? Mark Wahlberg." He smiles, thinking he has everyone beat, only for Lindsay to cut in with her opinion on the matter.
"Mark would never take a role that small," she states, gaining a disheveled look from Noah.
"Certainly bigger than your cranium?" he replies under his breathe.
"What was that?" Lindsay asked.
"I said, 'Is that right, Lindsay'?" Noah responds, gaining a nod from an oblivious Lindsay.
"Man, I haven't seen him since the wedding," Ryan mentions, gaining Stephanie and Geoff's enraptured attention. "Remember that speech he gave?"
Geoff immediately beams up as they continue reminiscing about Dave's greatness, much to Noah's chagrin. "And then he paid for that whole firework display!"
"Oh, my gosh! The fireworks!" Stephanie gushes, excitedly.
"Little over the top," Noah says, although he words are immediately drowned out by everyone's praise of Dave. Having grown weary of this, Noah claps his hands together, refocusing everyone towards current events, as he stands and prepares to begin game night. "Let's get started. I'm gonna start us off."
"Yeah, let's begin," Emma shouts out.
"Shouldn't we pick teams?" Ryan asked.
"We pick the same ones each week," Geoff yelled out. "Let's do this!"
Noah stands in front of everyone and begins miming a movie camera.
"Movie?" Emma asked. Noah nods.
"It's a movie. Okay," Stephanie responds.
Noah attempts to go further, but everyone's attention is immediately drawn towards a loud car horn honking in background. Noah gains a look of dread on his face when he hears this.
"Better not be Dave," he comments, although the look on his face clearly indicates he's fully aware that this individual in question is his brother.
Outside, a shiny red sportscar drives into the cul-de-sac, it's headlights blazing and rock music blaring from the car's stereo. It's tires screech as it sharply turns around the bend before parking right across from Emma and Noah's house, with Emma and Noah watching the spectacle unfold from the front door.
"You didn't tell him to park up the street?" Emma asked.
"I did, yeah, like, three times," Noah responds, vexed.
"Hey!" Dave yells from the car.
"He got a Stingray, huh?" Noah said to himself as he walks onto the front step leading up to the door. Noah, fearful about being discovered, glances towards MacArthur's house, before turning back towards Dave. "Turn off your car!" Noah angrily whispered as loud as he could.
"What's that?" Dave shouted, clearly unable to hear anything over the radio.
Noah glances back towards MacArthur's house, where he finds MacArthur standing in front of his door, glaring at the event unfolding before her eyes, disgruntled.
"Hello, again," Noah says to her, nervously, before turning to face Dave again. "Still wearing the uniform."
Dave exits the sportscar wearing an expensive-looking suit and holding a 12-pack of imported beer.
"Hey, bud, I'm sorry I'm late," Dave replies, approaching his brother, nonchalantly. "I hope you didn't start game night without me."
Noah, annoyed by Dave shouting out this fact from the top of his lungs, shushes him as he approaches his brother, angrily. "Did you not get my text?" he asked.
"What text?" Dave asked, genuinely confused, causing Noah to look down in aggravation. It's then that Dave notices MacArthur standing in the doorway, causing him to innocently wave at her. "Oh, hello, Officer." MacArthur scowls menacingly at the duo, barely moving a muscle. "Why's she staring at us?" Dave asked Noah, intimidated by MacArthur's presence.
"MacArthur, I want you to meet my brother, Dave," Noah responds, attempting to hastily fix the situation. "We're having a little family three-man game night tonight."
"Wait, what do you mean three-man?" Dave asked, bewildered. "You said that Stephanie and Ryan and Geoff were—" Noah cuts his brother off before he can continue.
"No, no, no. Just gonna be us three."
"I can see them in the doorway," Dave says, pointing towards the group, who've now assembled in the doorway. "There's a whole mess of people. Hey, guys!" he called out and waved at that, which they all reciprocate, minus Emma, who's signaling for Dave to zip his lips.
Noah, despite knowing it's probably a lost cause at this point, attempts to diffuse the situation, which has progressed to the point of no return. "These guys are leaving," Noah claims, gaining a bewildered expression from Dave. "Take off guys." MacArthur turns around, her look of malice and disgust still prevalent in the last few moments she's at the front of the house before she turns to face the door. "We had a little bit of a mix-up with the, um…" He sees go back inside, allowing him to get angry with his brother. "God damn it!"
"What?" Dave asked, confused as to what he did wrong.
"We didn't want her to know that we're having a game night," Noah answered. "She used to come, and we don't like her anymore, so…"
"Oh," Dave nods, chuckling at how the ruse fell apart fairly quickly, despite being unaware that it was his presence that resulted in the charade coming to pieces. "You know, I think she knows now."
"She sure does," Noah replies, bluntly.
"Noah, come on, bring it in," Dave pulls his brother into a great big bear hug while laughing, which Noah begrudgingly accepts. "I haven't seen you in a year!" He pulls out of the hug before facing his brother, serious. "Hey, you smell good. What is that? Is that Selsun Blue? Head and Shoulders?"
"Why do you assume it's a dandruff shampoo?" Noah asked, curious as to what Dave is implying.
"Well, I mean, you've always been a little bit of a snowstorm," Dave claims, gaining an arched eyebrow from Noah, before holding up the 12-pack in front of him. "Hey, would you hold that for a second?"
"Yup," Noah complies, only for Dave to hand the 12-pack over to him and rush towards the house, ready to greet his fellow players.
"Hey guys," he calls out to them, resulting in a disgruntled Noah to walk back into the house, now carrying the beer Dave brought.
Back inside, everyone begins to resituate themselves, now with the inclusion of another player.
"Well, you look good, stranger," Emma comments as Dave holds his arm around Emma's shoulder as he admires the household. "It's been forever."
"I know, and that's my fault," he appears apologetic. "I'm so sorry."
"Sweet ride, Dave," Geoff says.
"Oh, you like that?" he asked. "I just got her a couple weeks ago."
"What is that?" Ryan asked. "A Corvette?"
"It's a 1976 rally red Stingray coupe," Noah comments, putting the beer in the fridge before turning to face the group. "It was my dream car as a kid."
"And that's what gave me the idea to get it," Dave responded. "You know what? I love you house."
Noah looks at his brother, genuinely surprised by Dave's compliment. "Are you being sarcastic?"
"No, I mean I love your house," he states. "It reminds me of Mom and Dad's." Noah and Emma look a little disgruntled at Dave's compliment that simultaneously sounds like an insult. "Makes me think of simpler times."
"'Simpler'?" Noah lets this word resonate, insinuating Dave's implications towards his and Emma's living standards.
"Uh, so, how long are you in town for?" Emma asked, grabbing a bottle opener to pop the cap off one of the beer bottles Dave brought.
"You know, I'm not sure," Dave replied. "It depends on how many clients the firm's gonna be having me schmooze while I'm here." Ryan and Geoff laugh at this statement. "But hopefully for a while. I don't get to see you guys, and I…" He eyes Noah, emotionally, and pulls him in for another bear hug. "God, I really miss you, man. I really do."
Noah, taken aback, is unsure how to properly react, before deciding to reciprocate the hug. "Miss you, too, Dave."
Later, we see the group playing a guessing game, with it currently being Dave's turn.
"And go!" Geoff shouted out as he started the hourglass timer. Dave digs through Geoff's hat, which now contains several slips of paper, and pulls out a random slip.
"Shock-rocker. Dated Rose McGowan," he replies before throwing it off to the side.
"Oh! Ah, Marilyn Manson," Stephanie blurts out.
"Yep. You got it." Dave quickly stops the timer by placing it on its side. "Quick story."
"There's no pausing," Noah responds, though Dave continues anyway.
"You remember the urban myth where Marilyn Manson had the ribs taken out so he could go down on himself?" he asked, prompting a laugh of agreement out of everyone, except for Lindsay, who's oblivious, and Noah, who appears uncomfortable by all this, though Dave remains persistent. "You don't mind me tell the story, do you, Noah?"
"You're in the middle of a—" Noah begins before Dave cuts him off.
"You were 14 years old," Dave responds, cheekily. "It's an adorable story."
"I forbid it," Noah tells him, seriously, gaining a look from his wife.
"I'm a little curious," Emma says, clearly invested by whatever Dave in planning on telling the group.
"Did you blow yourself?" Geoff asked, grinning widely, as Noah turns away in embarrassment.
"You know the bungee cords on roof racks?" Dave asked.
"Yeah," Ryan replies, while everyone else nods.
"Noah took one of those bungee cords, and he put it around his neck."
"Here he goes," Noah says to himself.
"And then he wrapped it behind his legs so he could squish his face down into his crotch," Dave explains, causing Noah to cringe at having to relive that day while everyone else silently chuckle, attempting to save face for Noah's sake. "But the problem was that it got stuck! "He couldn't unhook it." Everyone, minus Emma, immediately begins laughing at this. "And about an hour later, Mom comes home, and she finds him there. Her little pretzel boy on his bedroom floor, naked." Everyone continues laughing while Emma looks down, aggrieved at having opened this can of embarrassment in the first place.
"Great story," Noah replies, sarcastically, while his wife proceeds to comfort him. "Are we back on now?"
"So?" Geoff began, leaving Noah confused as to what he's referring to.
"'So' what?" Noah asked.
"Did you suck it?" Geoff asked, inquisitive, gaining a disgusted look out of Noah, who hastily restarts the game.
"Let's go. Come on. Dave. Back to it. Restart the game." Noah resets the timer, which leads itself into a series of rapid-fire responses from Dave to coincide with rapid-fire answers from the others.
"Poor man's Johnny Depp, starred in Jericho," Dave says.
"Skeet Ulrich," Geoff blurts out.
"UN Secretary General '07 to '16."
"Oh, Ban Ki-moon," Stephanie replies.
"Oh, this guy. He hated kids in Jurassic Park."
"Uh, uh, Sam Neill," Ryan stumbles upon the answer.
"Rock musician, looks like Ethan Hawke."
"Mark McGrath," Emma replies, nonchalantly.
"Yep," Dave states. Lindsay, not paying attention to the game, takes a selfie as Dave continues. "Rappers love this Cubist painter."
"Picasso!" Geoff yells out.
"Big ape shot by asshole zoo employee."
"Harambe the Gorilla!" Ryan responded. Dave hastily attempts to grab another name.
"Time!" Noah yells out, prompting a grunt of annoyance out of Dave.
"How many?" he asks.
"Seven!" Ryan yells out.
"Seven." Emma and Noah's friends cheer for Dave in regards to an impressive round as Noah stands to take his turn.
"You're up, pretzel boy," Dave replies as he takes his seat. Noah gives off a fake laugh, clearly hiding real pain.
"Woo, go Noah," Emma yelled out towards her husband.
"Come, on, Noah," Geoff replies, as grabs the timer while Noah grabs Geoff's hat. "And kick it. Go!"
The round begins as Noah quickly grabs a random slip of paper from Geoff's hat, which reads, 'Ben Affleck'.
"Oh, this is easy!" he claims, as he points towards Emma. "Emma, the famous actor that we met at the airport about eight years ago." Emma gapes, trying to recollect as to whom Noah is referring to.
"Who?"
"Only actor we've ever met at an airport who's famous," Noah replies, trying to quicken the pace.
Emma, perplexed, just throws a wild guess out there. "Gordon Ramsey?"
"Not an actor. This fellow was in front of us at the Sbarro." He begins snapping his fingers while giving out details, attempting to jog Emma's memory. "We were wondering why he wasn't in the first-class lounge."
"Oh, yes, yes," Emma responds, believing she knows what he's talking about, but unable to picture the celebrity that's currently on the tip of her tongue. "Who was that?"
"God damn it!" Noah yells out, aggravated.
"Noah, there's a whole room of people to help you out here," Dave responds, stating the obvious.
"Use us," Stephanie responds.
"Good point," Noah said. He stammers before coming up with something that would allow for everyone to nail the individual instantly. "He was Jack Ryan."
"Harrison Ford," Ryan and Stephanie reply at the same time.
"Other one," Noah says.
"Um, Alec Baldwin," Stephanie said.
"Other one," Noah said, becoming more irritated with each wrong guess.
"Chris Pine," Geoff blurted out.
"Holy shit!" Noah exclaims, aghast. "Good Will Hunting."
"Matt Damon never played Jack Ryan," Ryan stated.
"Time," Geoff yelled out.
"Motherfucking Ben Affleck!" Noah yelled out, furious.
"Oh!" Everyone yells out, kicking themselves for having not gotten that.
"Good Will Hunting!" Ryan yells out, remembering that Ben Affleck co-wrote the movie.
"Oh my god!" Emma cups her head into her hands, ashamed of having blown that guess.
"He was Jack Ryan," Geoff stated. "I forgot that." Noah sits down, clearly discouraged at everyone having failed to get one right guess during his turn.
"Noah. Zero points," Dave replies, bluntly. "I'd say he blew it, but he won't tell us, will he?" Everyone laughs as Noah's expense, minus Emma, while Noah mockingly mimes laughter.
"Shit! Did you?" Geoff asks, still inquiring as to the event that occurred when Noah was 14.
Later, we see that game night has wrapped up, and guests are filing out of Noah and Emma's house.
"I can't believe I didn't get Robert Kelly Slater," Geoff responds as he scarfs down a handful of chips.
"Before everyone files out, Dave stops them with an announcement. "Hey, guys! What do you say we do this at my house next week?" he asked, gaining everyone's attention.
"House? What house?" Noah inquires, considering Dave left out that important detail.
"Since I don't know how long I'm gonna be here, I rented a place," Dave answered. "It's only a couple miles away. You know, it's up on Wawanakwa Drive."
"Oh! Swanky neighborhood," Geoff comments, with everyone else voicing their agreements.
"It's a very cool house, but it's just me there alone. It'd be great to have you guys come over."
"Oh, well, it's kind of a tradition to have game nights here," Emma comments, feeling that Noah has been through enough that he doesn't need to be burdened by Dave flaunting with wealth at his expensive establishment.
"But you know what?" Noah chimes in, deciding to suck it up for one lousy evening. "Let's let him show off his big house, huh?"
"That's the spirit!" Dave responds, pleased to hear this response. "Trust me. This will be a game night to remember," Dave replies, cryptically.
"Oh, boy," Noah says, a bit disheveled in regards to the guy's lavish establishment.
"Good night, everybody," Dave says, as he begins backing away. "I love you guys. Drive safely." Everyone voices their goodbyes as Dave waves them off without even turning back around to face them.
As soon as the rest of the guests are gone, Noah and Emma reenter their home, with Emma looking rightfully pissed off at Dave's inappropriate behavior.
"That little motherfucker," Emma comments, gaining a surprised look from her husband.
"Whoa!" he says.
"Well, I mean, come on," Emma begins to vent at they enter the kitchen. "We don't see him in over a year. He shows up in your dream car, insults our house, and then tells an embarrassing story about you right before your turn just to throw you off your game."
"Welcome to my whole life," he tells her. "Why are you suddenly so worked up about it?"
"Well, cause now he's messing with your balls and literally killing millions of our babies," Emma answers.
"Well, that's a little dramatic, but, yeah, you know, I mean, that's Dave," Noah replies, leaning against the counter.
"I thought that this was just regular old brother stuff, but I totally see it now," Emma exclaims. "He undermines you every chance he gets."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Noah comments, glad to see his wife sharing in his frustrations.
"It's crazy."
"Thank you, Emma." He then decides to get a little personal in regards to his childhood while living under the same roof as his cocky brother. "You know, I've never won a single game against him."
"I just…" Emma begins, trying to find the right wording. "I think we gotta fix this Dave thing."
"Fix it?" Noah inquired. "What are you suggesting?"
"I'm suggesting we beat his ass," Emma claims, determined.
"Jesus Christ," Noah responds, smiling lovingly at this heavenly angel situated next to him. "Good evening." They embrace each other. "We're going skip the cleanup, aren't we?" Emma chuckles as the two proceed to make out.