Entourage

Thanks.

- So what's the damage? - 47.

- 20 a guy? - No no no no no.

Forget that. We're not breaking this down even.

- We all ate the same thing, Drama. - No, he had the home fries.

- You ordered those. - Yeah, but you ate 'em.

That's 'cause you didn't like them.

So what? I would have sent them back.

Are you seriously trying to sell me your potatoes?

I ain't selling you shit.

Possession is 9/10ths of the law and your stomach now possesses them.

Whatever. I don't have time for this. I'll just pay, all right?

- Thanks, E. - No, I'll pay with my company card.

- Amy, here you go. - Yes... oh.

- Thanks, Turtle. - Some company.

Don't be mad 'cause I'm employed and you probably never will be.

- I gotta call Vince. - He was still sleeping when I left.

- Really? We'll wake him up then. - Yeah.

Sorry, Turtle, they rejected your card.

- What? - Oh, good God.

- That can't be. - Thank you.

- Thanks. - But I never use this card.

- I'll be right back. - No, seriously, I never use this card.

- (chuckles) - (phone ringing)

- Hello? - Yo, how are you feeling?

Good. Rested.

You should be, you slept for 18 hours.

- Really? - Yeah, you got the "Ferrari" junket at 11:00.

- Are you gonna be ready? - Yeah, of course.

- But I need a haircut first. - I don't think you're gonna have time before,

but I'm sure the hair and makeup people there can do it.

Naw, I only like how Sharon does it.

So you'll go after. I'm sure you look fine.

- Where am I going? - You're going to Drai's at the W Hollywood.

- You need me to meet you there? - I don't need anything but a haircut.

- All right, I'll see you there. - I knew you still cared.

- Later. - Late.

Mrs. Ari: Thank you for coming with me.

My baby wants me to look at a chandelier, then a chandelier I will look at.

Even if it means driving 90 minutes into the deep part of the Valley.

I know you couldn't care less, but this is spectacular.

It's Murano glass and it was originally owned by Sophia Loren.

I'd rather look at nude photos of her original body.

- Ari. - I cannot wait to see that chandelier.

- Yeah? - I've got Jerry Jones calling you back?

Put him through. Owner of the Cowboys.

- I know who he is. - I've been waiting for this call for a while.

- Ari Gold! - Jerry, how the hell are you?

I'm well. You're a persistent fella.

I haven't gotten to where I am by giving up easily.

You know, either you or your staff have called me 25 times this week.

We wanted to make sure you got the message.

I got the message.

I understand you want to sell our TV rights.

Understand that you want us to sell your TV rights.

- Confident. - I deliver, Jerry.

Always have. Ask anyone.

Even my wife, who's in the car.

He always delivers, Mr. Jones.

Always nice to hear from the missus,

but let me tell you why I'm calling.

A couple of associates and I are flying out to LA this afternoon

and will only be there for the day. How does 2:00 sound to you?

- We can make that work. - Great.

Wow me like you wow your wife.

You got it!

Sexy accent.

Jake, clear my schedule

and get as much information as you can on those guys.

- Will do. - Whoa whoa whoa, what are you doing?!

- I'm dropping you off, baby. - Are you kidding me?

- You heard me say clear my schedule. - I didn't know that meant me.

- This is the NFL, baby. - And this is a Murano chandelier.

I sell the TV rights and I will buy you Italy.

What do you mean he sounded weird?

- Not weird, just out of it. - Drama: He's on pain medication.

Naw, he said he didn't take them.

Yes, hello. My card got declined.

I need to speak with someone who can undecline it because I never use it.

No, please, don't put me on hold again...

- I'm gonna lose it. - (laughter)

- Jesus. - What?

- Both: Jesus! - I did it myself. You like?

- I need a second to process. - I don't.

I love it. In fact, I think we look more alike now than ever.

- Right? - What? I thought I needed a change.

This is a pretty big one. Did you tell Cassavetes?

- Well? - I'm not an idiot, E.

He said it was fine and we're wrapped.

- That's good. - Good? It's great.

Don't be such a nag. How's it all going with you guys?

Drama's still locked out of the business.

And his business is bouncing credit cards.

It was a mistake. I'm looking into it. Yes, hello!

- Lloyd can't find a script? - No.

Hey, E, maybe it's time you start reading some.

- Both: Really? - Best script-finder in town.

- Would you, E? - Of course he would.

Yeah, of course.

- Just have Lloyd send them over. - Done deal.

Hey, Eric.

Jesus, Vince. I thought you were Samantha Ronson from behind.

I just needed a change. You like?

Mmm. Yeah, you pull it off.

- Thanks. - So shall we?

Maria from "Access" is waiting.

So "Ferrari" opens on the 27th

and there are some pretty exciting driving sequences.

Frank Darabont shot the hell out of this movie.

Were you doing the driving?

No, unfortunately they brought in the experts.

Since you bring it up, that wasn't the case with the Nick Cassavetes movie.

- I was doing the driving there. - From what I heard that was pretty intense.

Someone charged $10,000 at Tiffany.

- It wasn't me. - I know!

- Shh! - You know who it was?

- My ex-driver. - The one that wouldn't fuck you?

- Shut up, idiots. - So Nick just says "You're doing the stunt"

- and you don't think twice? - Oh no, I thought 100 times.

- But how do you say no to Nick? - Scary guy?

Have you ever seen him? 6'4", tats on his neck.

Pretty intimidating. I could tell you a few stories.

- I'm all ears. - I'll wait for the movie to come out.

Hopefully after the two of you risked your lives, it'll be a hit.

Who knows? It'll probably end up sucking.

- What the fuck? - Jesus Christ!

Vincent, what do you think the studio is gonna say

when they hear the star is saying that the movie sucks?

- That's not what I said. - That's what it sounded like.

But that's not what I meant, so what's the big deal?

Nick's gonna be pissed.

Tell him Vince is dazed and confused from the pain meds he took.

- I thought he didn't take any. - I'm making it up.

- I took a couple. - There you go.

But I wasn't dazed. And I think you guys are making a big deal out of nothing.

- I was being funny. - Let me get into fixing this, all right?

Great. Now who's up for lunch?

Not E. He's got scripts to read

- and lots of them. - I'm on it.

- Turtle? - Ah, no can do.

Got new drivers to interview and a thief to deal with.

You really think that girl Alex did it?

- Uh-huh. - We'll grab lunch, bro.

Maybe hit a titty bar to cheer me up.

- Whatever you need, Johnny. - You're a good brother.

- I'm really glad you didn't die. - Thanks, Johnny.

Maria.

Maria, can I talk to you about Vincent's interview for a second?

Fuck off, Shauna. Seriously?

- He said the movie sucked?! - Shauna: I couldn't believe my fucking ears.

Why didn't you just pull the plug on the interview?

I tried to get her to cut it, but she hates me and won't do anything I say.

- How could anyone hate you? - Look, I screwed her ex, okay?

You have three kids from three different men.

You've screwed everyone's ex.

This is not something I can fix, Ari!

It's amazing. I didn't realize that when I became King of Hollywood

it meant that I would have to do everyone else's job for them.

Stop breaking my balls and just call her.

Jake, I need to call...

Ari, you have to talk to the accounting department.

- I don't have to do anything. - I have multiple clients with checks missing.

That's not a king's job.

Jeffrey Tambor wants a conference call with us.

Nor is that. Behead him and I'll make you queen.

- What? - I'm not asking you because I need you,

but I'm on the verge of signing an executive producer from "Glee."

I don't sing, so what do you want from me?

- Ari... - He wants to know from you

that he will be taken care of. And since you used to do that even for Andrew

before he left us without a head of our television department...

- What time? - 1:00.

- Can't do it. - He can't, he's got the NFL.

- You got the meeting? - Mm-hmm.

- Shit, that's impressive. - Yeah, I'd blow myself

- if I was more flexible. - Oh, lovely.

Ari, Mr. Jones called back. He wants to come in an hour earlier.

- Earlier? - Yes.

Jesus Christ, I have to focus up and get ready.

King Ari is actually slightly, for the first time in his life, frazzled.

So I need you to handle your meeting. Pretend you actually like men

and don't just chew them up and spit them out

like the former head of the TV department.

- Anything else you need? - The NFL's a king's ransom, Jake.

What more could I possibly need?

You screwed her ex, Shauna?

Is this one of your kids' fathers?

- When did we become friends, Eric? - We didn't.

- You want me to call Maria? - No, Ari's got it covered.

- I will call you after he calls me. - Thank you.

You're welcome. Rude little Irish prick.

Nasty bitch.

Look who finally has time to show up at his own office. Huh?

When you represent a movie star, Scott, we'll see how much time you have.

Oh, excuse me, are you implying that Chris O'Donnell is not a movie star?

Because I will tell him and he will kick your ass.

- These came from Johnny. - Jesus!

Johnny who? You didn't sign Depp, you fuck?

- No. - Thank God!

And Murray called from the airport.