Entourage Page #10

Why would I tell you?

Because most of the fun

of being with a girl that hot...

- ...is that you get to tell your friends about it.

- Turtle, I think we define "fun" differently.

- I can't believe this.

- Believe what?

There's no way Travis

could know about this.

- No way.

- Why not?

He probably waited outside of her house

after she got rid of him.

We're the only ones dumb enough

to not realize you'd go over there.

Come on. That's ridiculous.

- Think he drives a yellow Lamborghini?

- I know it. He had it on the lot. Why?

Jesus f***.

You couldn't just hold off one night?

- We're a year into this thing.

- Seriously, Vin. This will set up our next 20.

- And give me a life.

- I hope she was worth it.

You really saying I should've kept away

from her because of him?

I mean, is that who we are?

- I would've banged her.

- Yeah, me too.

- Wife might even give me a pass for her.

- Ha-ha-ha.

- F*** him.

- No, seriously. F*** him.

We don't need him.

I'll put up the eight million.

How much f***ing money

did this guy make?

Vin, I'm serious. Not just because

I love you. I love this movie.

I appreciate it, Turtle,

but I can't let you do that.

- I'll put up the money.

- I'll split it.

- Thank you.

- I'm strapped, bro.

All the love in this room is really

f***ing touching, but you can't.

It's McCredle's movie.

He doesn't need or want your money.

- So that's it?

- No. I will handle this, as usual.

- How?

- Don't worry, Carrot Bottom.

I got ideas. Later.

- Later.

- Later.

I can't believe there's nothing we can do.

I got an audition at 3.

Who wants to run lines with me?

- No way.

- Not a chance.

- Ronda finally answered my text.

- What'd she say?

She said, "If you want to apologize,

do it in person like a man."

You guys wanna come with?

- Sure.

- Sure.

You are the master of your universe...

- ...if you control your own physical universe.

- Om.

I will solve this problem.

Calmness and control of breath...

- ...are keys to success.

- Om.

I will figure this out.

Put fear to the side...

- ...for fear will conquer you.

- Om.

I will let no man see the darkness

inside of me.

Om.

I will learn how to stop this f***ing phone

from overtaking my f***ing calming CD!

- What?

- About the wedding, Ari.

Lloyd, I've got bigger problems...

...than who's gonna give you away

at your big fat gay wedding.

Call your boys at Grindr.

- I'm sure there's an app for that.

- Listen, Ari...

...I just got finished talking

to a classroom of 8th graders...

...about the future

of the agenting business.

And as I looked at their little faces, it hit

me. My father is not coming to my wedding.

That is not my problem, Lloyd.

- Do you know why he's not coming?

- I don't care.

It's because he hasn't spoken to me

since I came out.

He didn't know before that? Who is he,

the guy from The Crying Game?

- You're the closest thing I have to a father now.

- Lloyd! I can't deal with this.

Not while I'm trying to figure out

how to save this movie...

...which is the most important investment

I have ever made.

You invest in people, Ari, not product.

That's why I have succeeded,

and that's why you will.

- And Ari?

- What?

I love you.

F***! F***!

F***, f***, f***!

F***!

Still time to leave.

I don't think she saw you yet.

Oops.

Too late.

Hey, Ronda.

Hey, Turtle. What, do you bring

your backup dancers everywhere?

Sorry, Vince.

- You said if I wanted to apologize...

- What is there to apologize about?

- I didn't want you to have the wrong idea.

- What was the right idea?

I wanted...

- Yeah, I want to take you out.

- So then why this talk about us doing business?

Because this guy got in my head, telling me

there's no way you'd be interested in me.

Not very manly to let another guy

influence what you do with a lady, bro.

Especially this guy.

Listen, Ronda. Turtle's shy

and he really likes you.

He could care less about business.

- Everyone in this town has an angle.

- I don't. I really, really don't.

Let me prove it. What do you wanna do?

You wanna take me in the ring?

- I'll let you beat me up for a round.

- Let me?

Heh-heh. You know, he does box

and do some cardio.

I meant, like, I won't fight back.

You couldn't last 30 seconds with me

if your life depended on it.

- I could really hurt you.

- I last 30 seconds...

- ...you let me take you on a date.

- Last 60 and I'll let you f*** me.

- How much time?

- Three seconds!

- What do I do? What do I do?

- Something!

- Anything!

- Pray!

- She's got the armbar!

- That's not good!

- Tap out, Turtle!

- Time?

Fifteen seconds!

Tap or I'll break it.

- How much time?

- Ten seconds!

- Do you think I'm bluffing?

- Tap out!

- You won't do it!

- It isn't worth it, Turtle.

- Don't tap out!

- Ronda, I don't quit.

- I just wanted to take you to dinner!

- Fine!

Aagh!

Larsen McCredle's office.

- It's Ari Gold again.

- Mr. Gold, I have told you 20 times already...

...Mr. McCredle is unavailable

to speak with you.

And I told you 20 times

I need to speak with him.

- Where's Dana?

- Meeting.

Try him again and tell him

it's an emergency regarding his son.

Everything okay with Travis?

- Have you seen the movie Taken?

- Yes.

Think of me

as the Liam Neeson character...

...and Mr. McCredle as my target

if I don't hear back from him.

- Have you heard back from Dana?

- She's still in that meeting.

- What meeting?

- Laura didn't know.

- Have you tried John Ellis again?

- Yes. Apparently he's in the same meeting.

Think the Texas money guy's in town.

And you don't think this is information

that I could've used?

Where is this meeting?

I'm not supposed to say.

I can call Dana.

- Where's the f***ing meeting?

- John's house in Santa Barbara.

- Should I tell them you're coming?

- Nope!

Tell them to build

a big f***ing bomb shelter.

No, I didn't study these dance moves.

I was born with them.

No, I didn't study these dance moves.

Euripides. Euripides.

Can you do that to yourself, please?

It's my process, a**hole.

- Euripides. Aeschylus.

- Douchebag.

Lemona, lumina, lino...

Lemona, luminum, linoleum.

Yeah, hey, Mom.

No, I'm just on this lame audition

with a bunch of shitheads. Yeah.

- Johnny Chase?

- Yeah.

You're next.

Don't f*** this up, Drama.

- F*** you.

- We know you will.

- Jimmy Chase is next.

- Hey.

- Hey, Richard. I didn't know you were doing this.

- Yeah.

That's great. Now I'm excited.

Aw, thanks.

Well, thanks for coming in, Jimmy.

- "Jimmy"?

- No?

- No. Johnny.

- That's my fault.

I'm so sorry. It's "Johnny."

I told him "Jimmy."

There was a Jimmy in earlier.

I think that's it.

He's Vinnie Chase's brother.

I know. Yeah.

You're Vinnie Chase's brother?

- Yeah.

- Wow.

- You look nothing like him.

- Not even a little.

You know, we've met before.

- We have?

- Yeah. West Wing.

- Did you do an episode?

- No, I got cast in the pilot.

And then replaced after the table read.

- Well, you missed a pretty good run.

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