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Front Man | In-ho: Join me, Gi-hun! You feel it too—I know you do!
Gi-hun: Never! My heart belongs to Young-il, and you murdered him in cold blood!
[Later]
Front Man | In-ho [dramatically collapsing onto a velvet couch in his office]: I GOT REJECTED… BECAUSE OF MY OWN ALTER EGO.
Masked Officer: [awkwardly patting his shoulder] There, there…
In-ho | The Front Man: [swirling whiskey in a glass with a cold smirk] Tell me, Player 456, have you ever seen a documentary on seahorses? It’s actually the male seahorse who—
Gi-hun: [interrupts with an exaggerated sigh, rubbing his temples in frustration] Oh, for the hundredth time... No, I can’t carry your damn young.
In-ho | The Front Man: [throws his glass of whiskey against the wall] Damn it!
[Gi-hun storms into the room, clearly agitated.]
Gi-hun: Kids. Bed. Now. I want to talk to your father.
In-ho: No! Kids, stay! Please, stay!
Gi-hun: Go!
In-ho: Stay!
Gi-hun: Go!
In-ho: Stay!
Gi-hun: You go!
In-ho: Dae-ho, stay!
Gi-hun: Now!
In-ho: Jun-hee, don’t move!
Gi-hun: You go!
In-ho: Jung-bae, stay!
Gi-hun: Get out of here!
In-ho: Don’t leave me!
Gi-hun: You get out of here!
In-ho | The Front Man: [coldly] What makes you think I will end these games, Player 456?
Gi-hun: [without hesitation] I'll sit on your face.
[The Front Man, caught completely off guard, makes a choked noise—somewhere between a gasp and a strangled cough.]
[The Front Man flashes back to watching Gi-hun during the dalgona game. The camera zooms in on Gi-hun, hunched over his candy, tongue out, licking furiously like his life depends on it (it does).]
In-ho: So, you like cats?
Gi-hun: Yeah.
In-ho: [Maintains intense eye contact and deliberately nudges a glass toward the edge of the table.]
[The glass wobbles, teeters, then slowly tumbles off, shattering on the floor.]
In-ho: [Deadpan, barely blinking.] Meow.
Gihun, finding out Youngil is actually alive and is the Frontman: You know what? Next time I join the games I’m gonna wear lipstick and a dress-
Inho: ???
Gihun: -because I like to look pretty when I get FUCKED.
In-ho (“Young-il”): [leans in with a smirk, voice low and smooth] One last question I just have to ask: Would you mind if I ripped off all of your clothes with my teeth?
Gi-hun: [without hesitation, eyes shining with enthusiasm] God, I’d be honored.
In-ho: [blinks, brain short-circuiting] … [mouth slightly open, trying to process the fact that this actually worked]
Front Man (Hwang In-ho): [holding Gi-hun at gunpoint] You must be losing it, Player 456. I could beat you with one hand.
Seong Gi-hun: Isn't that how you like to beat yourself?
Front Man: …
Seong Gi-hun: …Okay, if those are my last words, I can definitely do better.
[How I expect Gi-hun reacted after learning that "Young-il" or In-ho is the Front Man.]
Gi-hun: Would you like some coffee?
Front Man (In-ho): I’d love some.
[Gi-hun hurls the coffee pot at him.]
Front Man: …I prefer mine in a cup.
[Gi-hun chucks a mug next.]
Front Man: No cream?
[Gi-hun lobs a creamer container at his head.]
Front Man [dodging]: Maybe a little sugar—
[Gi-hun, with deadpan intensity, launches the entire sugar bowl at him.]
Seong Gi-hun: Jun-ho, after a string of doomed, toxic relationships, I think I’ve finally found a healthy, stable partner in Young-il.
Hwang In-ho (a.k.a. "Young-il"): [smirking like a cat that just swallowed a canary] Hello, I'm Young-il. It's nice to meet a friend of Gi-hun's.
Hwang Jun-ho: [stares at In-ho, then at Gi-hun, then back at In-ho. Slowly facepalms.] Oh my God…
Seong Gi-hun: [nervous laugh] Wait, why are you making that face?
Park Jung-bae: When was the last time you were held?
Seong Gi-hun: Yesterday.
Park Jung-bae: At gunpoint doesn’t count.
Seong Gi-hun: Last week.
Park Jung-bae: Being in the Front Man’s custody doesn’t count either.
Seong Gi-hun: You've taken my best friend Jung-bae... and my new friend, Young-il! You monster!
Hwang In-ho: On the contrary, Player 456... [slowly removes mask.]
Seong Gi-hun: [gasps, staring.] Young-il! You're alive! I knew it! But where's the Front Man? He could come back any second-quick, we need to get out of here before he finds us!
Hwang In-ho: [stares blankly, then slowly puts the mask back on.]
Seong Gi-hun: [eyes widen, incredulous.] Young-il, no!Where did he go? What did you do to him now, you monster?!
Hwang In-ho: [lets out a frustrated sigh, voice flat.] ...There's no way this is happening.
Hwang In-ho: [Praying next to Seong Gi-hun shrine] Oh dear lord, if you see fit to send me my one true love...
[Seong Gi-hun bursts through the ceiling in a cloud of plaster and dust, flailing wildly as he crashes onto the bed with a loud thud.]
Hwang In-ho: [Slowly smirks, barely hiding his amusement] ...Thank you.
Gi-hun: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!
Sangwoo: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD
Gi-hun: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ALI WITH ME
Sae-byeok, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.
Sang-woo: I’m going to take you out
Gi-hun: great, it’s a date!
Sang-woo: I meant that as a threat.
Gi-hun: See you at five!
*The Squad using an Ouija board*
Gi-hun: Tell us… Is there a spirit in this house?
Spirit, through the board: YES.
Sang-woo: Great! Rent is due on the first of the month.
Sae-byeok: Oh, and movie night is on Friday if you want to hang out.
Spirit: WAIT, WHAT—
**Gi-hun:** Remember that time I almost won a billion… dollars? Turns out, second place gets a pat on the back and a slightly used spatula.
**In-ho:** Oh, *that* spatula! I saw it on eBay. Going for a cool million. Apparently, it's *autographed* by the guy who *lost*. A real collector's item.
**Gi-hun:** A million? I should've kept the darn thing! I could've bought a lifetime supply of those weird sugary fish cakes.
**In-ho:** Speaking of fish cakes… you owe me money for that game of ddakji. Remember? The one where I *totally* didn't cheat?
**Gi-hun:** Cheating? You were using *magnets*, In-ho! Magnets!
**In-ho:** Those were *very* strong, *naturally occurring* magnets. Besides, you were clearly distracted by that adorable Dalgona candy… that you also lost to me.
**Gi-hun:** Okay, maybe I have a slight problem with games of skill… and magnets. But I'm working on it. I’m thinking of entering a staring contest. I'm unbeatable at staring.
**In-ho:** (Laughing) You’d lose to a potted plant, Gi-hun. A potted *cactus*.
Sang-woo: You have Crayons?
Gi-hun: Yes, I have—
Sang-woo: You're— how old are you?
Gi-hun: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.
Sang-woo: .......
( here's more sangihuh )
Sang-woo: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.
Gi-hun: Aren't you forgetting something?
Sang-woo: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Gi-hun's forehead before running out.*
Gi-hun: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?
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Gi-hun: Be kind. Everyone is fighting their own battles.
Sang-woo: Why would I be kind? I will be brutal and relentless and ride into battle by their side!
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Sang-woo: I am the most responsible person in the group.
Gi-hun: …You just set the kitchen on fire.
Sang-woo: Yes, and I take full responsibility for that
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Sang-woo: If I die first, promise to wait up for me, okay, Gi-hun?
Gi-hun: Oh, Sang-woo. When I die, I’m taking you with me.
Sang-woo: I can’t tell if that’s a threat or a compliment.
Gi-hun: I’d think of it more as a grim inevitability.
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Gi-hun, talking about Sang-woo: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH THEM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? THEY DID. THEY KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.
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Sang-woo: I’m in love with you.
Gi-hun: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.
Sang-woo: I know.
Gi-hun: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-
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Gi-hun: *Stands in trash can.*
Sang-woo: Gi-hun, not again! You're not trash, you're at least recycling!
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Gi-hun: *hiding something in their coat* I think we should adopt another kid!
Sang-woo: No.
Gi-hun: Why not?
Sang-woo: Because when you say “kid”, you mean “cat”, and we already have fifteen of those.
Gi-hun: *unzips coat* Sixteen.
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Sang-woo: Hey, about that love letter you sent me-
Gi-hun: *blushes* What are your thoughts?
Sang-woo: The fourth sentence-
Gi-hun: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I-
Sang-woo: It’s “you’re” not “your”.
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Sang-woo: *makes Gi-hun a cup of tea but puts salt in it*
Gi-hun: *sips tea*
Sang-woo:
Gi-hun: *finishes tea*
Sang-woo: Didn't it taste bad?
Gi-hun: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.
Sang-woo, tearing up: Oh, okay.
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Sang-woo, putting their hands over Gi-hun's eyes: Guess who!
Gi-hun: It's either Sang-woo or the cold, clammy hands of death.
Sang-woo, putting their hands away: It's Sang-woo!
Gi-hun: Dammit.
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Sang-woo: Two brooooos!
Gi-hun: Chillin' in a hot tub!
Sang-woo: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay!
Gi-hun:
Sang-woo:
Gi-hun: *tearing up*
Sang-woo: Babe, c'mon...
Gi-hun: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING.
Sang-woo: Babe...
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Sang-woo: Did it hurt when you fell-
Gi-hun: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-
Sang-woo: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.
Gi-hun: ...
Sang-woo: You just laid there for 15 minutes
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Gi-hun: The stars are so beautiful...
Sang-woo: They're just giant balls of gas.
Gi-hun: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-
Sang-woo: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.
Gi-hun: Oh...
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Sang-woo: *seductively takes off glasses*
Sang-woo: Wow...
Gi-hun: *blushes* Haha... what?
Sang-woo: You're really fucking blurry.
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Gi-hun: Hey guys, what are your favorite kinds of pudding?
Sang-woo: Pudding deez nuts in your mouth? Is that what you were about to say? Do you gain joy from tricking your innocent cohorts? What if I actually wanted to tell you about my favorite pudding?
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Gi-hun: Hold on, I can explain!
Sang-woo: Really? Can you now?
Gi-hun: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.
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Sang-woo: I want to be with you for the rest of my life.
Gi-hun: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal.
Sang-woo, getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is.
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Sang-woo: Gi-hun...
Gi-hun: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.
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Gi-hun: Come on Sang-woo, do it for our friendship. You can't put a price on that...
Sang-woo: Yes I can, dear. Fifty dollars.
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Sang-woo: Stop doing that.
Gi-hun: Stop doing what?
Sang-woo: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.
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Sang-woo: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.
Gi-hun: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*
Sang-woo: That one. I want that one.
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Gi-hun: Am I in trouble?
Sang-woo: Take a guess.
Gi-hun: No?
Sang-woo: Take another guess.
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Sang-woo: Gi-hun and I are no longer friends.
Gi-hun: SANG-WOO THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!
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Sang-woo: *angrily presses Gi-hun against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!
Gi-hun: ...
Gi-hun: Are we about to kiss-
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Sang-woo: Hey, @Gi-hun, when you wake up you're legally obligated to agree with me.
Gi-hun: But I don't.....
Sang-woo: I don't see why that should be my problem??
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Gi-hun: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.
Sang-woo: This is a lie.
Sang-woo: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie.
Sang-woo: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.
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Sang-woo: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out!
Gi-hun: In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way?
Sang-woo: I don't know, surprise me!
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Sang-woo: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-
Gi-hun: I wrote you a poem.
Sang-woo, already crying: You did?
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Gi-hun: Sang-woo likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.
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Sang-woo and Gi-hun's house is on fire, but they don't know it*
Sang-woo: Damn, it's hot in here.
Gi-hun: I know, it's so hot there's smoke coming out of the vent!
Sang-woo:
Sang-woo: First of all, I'm assuming you have no idea what the problem with that statement is.
Gi-hun: What?
Sang-woo: Second of all, we need to get the fuck out of here, NOW.
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Sang-woo: I feel awful about killing you.
Gi-hun:
Sang-woo: Even though technically you never even died, so I don’t know what you’re bitching about.
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Sang-woo, texting Gi-hun: *sends a voice message*
Gi-hun, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent?
Sang-woo: No, don’t worry, just listen later.
*later*
Gi-hun: *presses play*
Sang-woo's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-
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Gi-hun: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I'm late... I was... doing things.
* Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*
Sang-woo: * Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN' STAIRS.
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Gi-hun: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside
Sang-woo:
Sang-woo: Gi-hun, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...
Gi-hun: * Sips coffee from bowl*
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Sang-woo: You're giving me a sticker?
Gi-hun: Not just any sticker, a cat sticker that says "Mewow!"
Sang-woo:this is why I'm not you're best friends.
Gi-hun: Fine I'll just take it back.
Sang-woo: No, It's mine!
Sang-woo: I will kill you!
Gi-hun: He's joking...
Gi-hun: probably