Entourage

Busey: You worked craft service on Lethal Weapon 1 didn't you? Ari: I certainly did not. I used to represent you. Remember? Busey: I know you. You are a gut maggot with no guts. Ari: You're gonna spin off this planet. I love it!

Drama: I just got offered a job. Eric: Nice buddy! Drama: Yeah, as a fuckin waiter. Turtle: I don't know Drama, that's a lot of responsibility. Maybe you should try out busboy first. Drama: Hey, eat shit Turtle!

Busey: What is emotional confusion you ask? It's like running naked through a cornfield backwards at midnight.

Turtle: What is this crap? Vince: It's Shauna's client so be nice. Turtle Why? Is he retarded?

Drama: This guy, with no office, no assistant, answering his own fuckin phone, is willing to hip pocket me. Do you believe that shit? You outta fire Ari, Vince.

Davies: It's not gonna be easy to get you back in the game. Drama: Back in the game?... I am the fuckin game pal!!

Vince: You look good, Johnny. Eric: You do Drama. Besides, why would you listen to a guy who's worn nothing but sweats since the 8th grade? Turtle: I know things!

(Ari is trying to leave his childs's birthday party) Mrs. Ari: You are such an asshole. Ari: I'm the asshole that pays for your art lessons and gets celebrities to attend your charity events, and supports your deadbeat brother. Mrs. Ari: Hey little agent boy, you better be back here for the cake. Ari: (defeated) Okay.

Ari: Emily! (Emily enters Ari's office) I want you to go to that party on Saturday, represent the agency, let Vince know that my Army's everywhere. Emily: Ari, I really don't want to get in the middle of this. Ari: You are in the middle of this, whether you like it or not. Okay? You wanna be a hero? You want a medal, or are you a coward? Knock off the hippie shit, strap on a helmet, and start shooting. This is Malibu, Emily, I want you to storm that beach like it's fuckin' Normandy!

(The guys are watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean) Turtle: What direction is that? Johnny Drama: That's east, you idiot. Eric: It's west, idiot. Johnny Drama: (long pause among the guys) Well, I mean, in New York it's east.

Emily: Vince and the guys are going to a party at Josh Weinstein's. Ari: Who's Josh Weinstein? Emily: Are you joking? He's your old assistant. Ari: I have many old assistants. Emily: All right, two before me. Before Jackie, after Jared. Ari: Ah - my "J" phase. I think I fired him for stealing pens. Why do I care about Josh? Emily: Well now he's an agent at Triad. And he's the one who gave the boys Queens Boulevard. Ari: That's why no more guys! You fire a guy you create a rival. You fire a woman you create a housewife. Emily: That's sweet. You're still late. Ari: Hold all my calls. And get Mini - Vince on the phone.

(Ari is about to leave his kid's birthday party for business reasons) Mrs. Ari: Where are you going? Ari: They flew in the liver, and I gotta do the transplant.

Johnny Drama: I've been working steady for the past twelve years, minus the last three.

Ari: You know what they feed people on an indie set, Vince? Nothing! They don't give you a trailer. They tell you to go sit on an apple box. Ever try to bang an extra on an apple box? Eric:Well, if anybody could do it, Vince could. Vince: I do have great balance.