Max, look. The future's already happening. Even in Han's letter, I'm alone.
The only chance for a love life I have now is going halfsies on a hooker with Han.
We have to reverse the curse now.
News flash: everybody is cursed.
You lost your money last year.
Literally nothing good has ever happened to me.
Han hasn't grown since the fourth grade.
Oleg's toenails look like Fritos.
And Earl was born black at the eighth or ninth-worst time to be a black man in America.
Look around, it's the valley of the damned. Name one person who isn't cursed.
Hey, guys! I just found a $100 bill on the sidewalk!
Drinks for everyone! Max, pop open the fancy brandy.
"Fancy brandy" is gonna be my stripper name if you ever let me put in that pole.
Sophie, guess what? We went back to that psychic to complain, and she put a curse on us.
Oh. You're cursed?
But it's stupid, like you said, right?
Yeah, yeah. That's stupid. Yeah. Did she mention me?
No. She just cursed us and said our whole lives would come crashing down around us.