A criminal on the run cons his way into the wrong dinner party where the host is anything but ordinary.

Warwick Wilson: [threatened at knifepoint] You can't kill me, I'm having a dinner party.
[last lines]
Warwick Wilson: Oh and Ben? You drink red or white wine?
Det. Morton: Oh. Red.
Warwick Wilson: Fantastic.
[from trailer]
Warwick Wilson: Is everyone not enjoying themselves?
John Taylor: [tied to a chair, in an empty room] I can't speak for everyone here, but I'm having a great time.
[from trailer]
Warwick Wilson: One, two, three, CONGA!
John Taylor: Why can't you just let me go?
Warwick Wilson: You're my guest. And I'm glad you're here. But you have no one but yourself to blame.
Warwick Wilson: Don't thank me, John. You make things very entertaining.
Warwick Wilson: [showing his photo album] Now don't you fret. There's a place for you on every page.
Warwick Wilson: It's a cheeky drop.
[from trailer]
Warwick Wilson: Lighten up, John! It's a party.
[first lines]
Thief: [with gun] Open the register!