Entourage Season 2 Episode 4

Drama: I think we should turn the pool to face south. Very Feng Shui

Ari: Dana I love you. If I wasn't married, I would take you back to Cabo.
Dana Gordon: And it wasn't Cabo, Ari. It was a Red Roof Inn in Rosarito.
Ari: Well it sure felt like Cabo to me, Dana.

Ari: Get Dana Gordon on the phone! Tell her assistant if she does not call me back I will fuck her worse than I did in Cabo in '92.
Lloyd: Do you really want me to say that?
Ari: Improvise, Lloyd.

Ari: (answering emergency phone during couples therapy) There better be a Scud missile headed towards L.A., Eric.
Eric: No, there's a fucking iceberg, Ari
Ari: What?
Eric: James Cameron's directing Aquaman.
Ari: Fuck you. Where'd you hear that? Friendster?
Eric: No I heard it from Josh Weinstein, you jerk off. Now get your hand off your dick and go call somebody.

Eric: (walking toward Ari's office) Hey Lloyd. Is he decent?
Lloyd: Eric, I'll deny I said this but no. He is not decent. He's an awful human being.

Club Owner: Yo, Eric, if you guys wanna move on down, it seems a little crowded, you can take over Leo's table.
Eric: Why? He's not coming in?
Club Owner: No, no. Leo went to Paris to talk to James Cameron about some fish movie.
Eric: (pauses, clearly upset, speaking to Ari) We are so f*cked. We are so f*cking f*cked.

Ari: Where the fuck is Peter Cole's office? Right here? (Ari storms into the room) James Cameron is directing Aquaman?
Mail Clerk: That's great, that's awesome!
Ari: That's "awesome", huh? You didn't think to bring it up in the fucking staff meeting? An e-mail? A yellow fucking sticky-something?
Mail Clerk: I... I didn't know I was supposed to know that kind of stuff.
Ari: Well, what is it you're supposed to know, do you think? What the fuck do we pay you for? To get your agency card laminated so you can go to Shelter and try to fuck Mischa Barton?
Mail Clerk: I... I didn't think...
Ari: Let me tell you something. You don't have to say anything, know why? (Ari knocks everythign off the desk) Cause you can pick up all your stuff, cause you're mother-fucking fired! (Ari storms out)
Assistant: What happened?
Mail Clerk: I don't know. I came in to drop off Peter's mail and Mr. Gold fired me. My life is over!

Plastic Surgeon: (referring to Drama's desire for calf implants)
Oh, Mr. Chase, the cost of the operation will be $10,000.
Drama: (pauses, looks worried) Do you take S.A.G. insurance?

Ari: (About the Sundance Movie Festival) Don't get me wrong, it's a great festival for little people. You should kill over there. But for the rest of us normal folk, it's just a chance to try to f-ck a Mormon.

Ari: Hey, Lloyd, Get in here. I wanna make out with you.
Lloyd: (utterly confused) Coming.