Entourage

Hey guys, it's Amanda... again.

Have we thought any more about the Sam Mendes movie?

He's called four times.

I need an answer, so please please call me back.

It's her fourth call. What do you wanna do?

Call her back... when we have an answer.

Now let's talk about the trip.

- What about it? - Just tell me why you hate Michelle.

I don't hate Michelle. I just don't wanna travel with her again.

- Why? - Why?

Yeah, why? We didn't have a great time in Tahoe?

No, we didn't. She walked around the condo naked the whole time, Vince,

made Sloan totally uncomfortable.

- Sloan said she was uncomfortable? - She didn't have to say it.

It was obvious when she wanted to eat all of our meals in the bedroom.

- Okay, fine. I'll find someone else. - (CHUCKLES) No...

you're not just gonna find someone else, okay?

Travel compatibility's the most important part of a trip.

I'll find someone good to go, I promise.

Go where? - Yeah, where are we going?

We're not going anywhere.

Vince?

We're going up to Napa. It's a couples weekend.

- But you ain't a couple, Vin. - I'm working on it.

You're going to wine country, and we're not invited?

What the fuck?

You know what, Drama? Don't even worry about it.

With Mom and Dad gone,

we'll have the entire house to ourselves for our bitches.

- True. - What bitches do you have, Turtle?

We don't have them yet, but we will by day's end, trust me.

We're going to the Laurel Canyon dog park.

- What's over there? - "LA Magazine"

picked it as the hottest spot in the city to pick up girls.

Ah, that's why Arnold looks so spiffy.

You know it, baby.

You guys should have groomed yourselves.

Please, E, in certain cultures it's illegal to look this good.

You're a regular fucking felony, Drama.

- (HISSES) Later. - Come on, boy.

- It's Amanda. - Mmm-mm-mmm.

There he is, back from the wars.

Hey, Ari! - Love it.

Tell Jason I need that call, all right?

Remind her. Lloyd, don't fill up.

I'm taking you to the Grill for lunch today.

Really? Am I getting promoted?

Don't be ridiculous. You've been on my desk for 16 months.

It's gonna be at least another 24.

- 24? - Sacrifice, Lloyd.

Like the kamikaze pilots used to do, all right?

Today you're gonna learn how to sign a client.

Oh... oh, exciting.

- Who is it? - Jay Lester.

- The TV writer? - The syndication machine.

Fuck actors! Too much heartache.

You sign Jim Carrey so you can get the guy that created Drew Carey.

Right? Jay fired his agency yesterday,

and we have to nail this guy.

- S-so why am I going? - Because he's a queen, just like you.

He's never had a straight agent, and if I'm going to be his first,

I have to show him that I am a friend to the gay man.

But you're not a friend to the gay man, Ari.

Lloyd, this is the big one.

So just go grab your best dress, and know that today

your love of cock is a huge asset to this company.

You're mad. - I'm not mad. I'm surprised.

I thought you wanted to go away alone with me.

- I did. I do. - So what happened?

Vince kind of invited himself.

I didn't wanna insult him.

Babe, I doubt Vince is that sensitive.

Oh, yes he is, trust me,

especially when it comes to trips.

When we were kids, I never took one without him.

My dad took us to Epcot Center,

Vince was there;

Busch Gardens, Vince was there;

Old Williamsburg, Vince was there...

and trust me, nobody wants to go to Williamsburg.

The guy, he gets separation anxiety.

He freaks out if I'm more than 100 miles away from him.

I think it's mutual.

- Oh, you do? - Yup.

You're a little Vince's boy.

What are you saying, I don't wanna go away with you?

I don't know.

- What are you doing? - Making sure you do know.

Vince, let's grab a coffee.

You're so tough.

Wow. All these years,

I been wondering where girls hide during the day.

Well, let's make up for lost time, shall we?

All right. What do you say we start

with Little Miss Fluffy-White-Poodle over there?

That's not a poodle, Turtle.

That's a Lhasa apso.

Whatever. Check out the ass on the broad walking it.

She's not for us. Lhasa apsos are very finicky dogs.

And finicky dogs have finicky owners, and finicky owners

wait two weeks before they even give you a tug.

All right, Drama, then you choose.

I can't. There's too many to choose from.

- It's like Mardi Gras. - Yeah.

Oh my God, look at that handsome devil.

Looks like Arnold chose for us.

Oh... my... God,

he is so beautiful.

You too.

Your puppy... he's beautiful.

I've had rotts my whole life.

- Us too. - Really?

Oh yeah. - True dog people know

that a Rott's tough exterior is merely a protective shell

that hides a wealth of sensitivity they have within.

I've never heard that before.

But I like it.

I'm not suggesting that you flirt with the guy, all right?

Then what are you suggesting?

I'm suggesting that you look at Jay Lester

like you look at Brad Pitt, 'cause that's what he is...

the Brad Pitt of TV writing.

Brad Pitt is not my type, Ari. I hate blue eyes.

I like more of a brown-eyed doe-eyed look.

Pretend it's fucking Bambi you're eating with then, Lloyd, but smile.

There he is.

- That does not look like Bambi. - Smile, Lloyd.

- Yo, how'd you get here? - I cabbed it.

- Thanks. - See? I can cope.

What did you want to talk about? Sounded important.

Nah, nothing. I just wanted to talk about this weekend.

- (CELL PHONE RINGS) - Shit.

- Amanda? - Yup.

I get it. She's stressing you out

'cause Mendes is stressing her out.

I don't wanna be stressed.

Let's go away this weekend. We'll have some wine,

think about "Glimpses" and we'll tell her when we get back.

- We need a nice vacation. - Yeah, we do.

I don't want you flipping through your Rolodex looking for a girl.

- Oh, no need. I got the perfect girl. - Who?

That girl Lindsay, from Sloan's charity event.

The one you fucked in the coat-room?

She was nice, right?

I mean, you fucked her in the coat-room.

Don't be so judgmental. She's studying labor law. She's very bright.

You've never even been on a date with her.

That's what she said. Then she said, "Wow, this would be a great first date."

- Is it cool? - No, not really.

- Sloan won't like her? - It's not that Sloan won't like her,

but Sloan doesn't wanna go away on a first date with you.

- Why not? - 'Cause it'll annoy her.

Last month, we went to Mastro's with that girl Stacy.

You guys were making out, holding hands the whole time.

- It totally freaked Sloan out. - She was freaked out?

Why didn't you tell me? I would have apologized.

Although, it was Sloan who ordered all those shots.

It's cool. You don't have to apologize.

God, I didn't realize Sloan was so uptight.

She's not uptight.

But girls, they go away, they don't wanna go with anyone.

I don't have anyone else I wanna go with.

- Really? - Really.

Fuck, that sucks.

Yeah, it does suck.

We are in the clear.

- Really? - Yup.

Heading over now to plan our romantic getaway.

Nice work.

- What's wrong? - (SIGHS) Them.

I get shy when Maddy watches me.

Arnold, beat it.

Maybe, if I do this...

Nice.

- (DOGS GROWLING) - (YELPING)

Oh my God!

- (SCREAMS) - Oh, shit.

I don't need another TV show, Ari.

What I need is my own network.

Fuck ABC, NBC and CBS. Why make them richer?

I love it: Jay TV.

Prey on my vanity. That's... that's priceless.

- This one's shy, huh? - Me? No.

No? Would you like to try a sand dab, Lloyd? They're delicious.

- No, thank you. - No? You don't like sand dabs?

No, I do, I just have a rule I don't eat food off other people's plates.

- It's a pretty silly rule. - It is.

- Try a sand dab, Lloyd. - Come on, Lloyd, you'll love 'em.

You know what they say, rules were meant to be broken.

Oh, put that away. Here we are. Open up.

Aah...

Yum!

Look, Ari, everyone knows

you're a god when it comes to making your clients rich,

but guess what? I'm already rich.

So I ask you this... can you make me happy?

Eh... and if you can,

can you keep me happy?

- Jay, may I speak freely? - Certainly, Lloyd. But project.

- Yeah, Lloyd, project. - (CLEARS THROAT)