Entourage Page #5

Of course you say no.

Neither of you really believes

you mean it, though.

- What's he doing here? This is bad.

- When you see it, you won't think so.

- He's seen it?

- He's seen a couple of scenes.

- They are powerful.

- Yeah, a few in particular.

When am I gonna see it?

We're having

a friends-and-family screening tonight.

We'll get some feedback,

then show you the cut.

You're gonna let everyone see it but me.

Ari, you are all that matters.

- I want it to be perfect when I show it to you.

- I can't just write you a check.

I gotta deal with these

co-financiers in Texas.

Do you know how hard I have worked

to avoid going to Texas?

- You know what they do to Jews in Texas?

- I didn't take an acting fee...

...which you know is more than

the 10 million over budget we are.

You're 15 over.

Really?

Okay, well, I didn't take the fee

because I wanted to direct.

We've known each other for 15 years,

you gotta trust me.

I didn't waste one single nickel. I've been

killing myself to make this movie great...

...and I won't stop working

until it is perfect.

I need the money to make it perfect.

So can you get it for me?

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Sorry I'm late.

- No, you're not late. You're on time, as always.

- How you feeling?

- Big.

- Well, you look great.

- Thanks.

Did you get my e-mail

about my cousin Sean? He had his baby.

- No, what did he have?

- A girl. Laurie.

I sent you a picture.

I think your e-mails are going to my spam.

It's not intentional.

Look. There she is.

My God. She's beautiful.

Look at those eyes.

Someone named Melanie wants your cock.

Yeah, it just came up on the screen.

"I want your cock." From Melanie.

- Wow, that's...

- Classy.

Sorry. It's not my business.

- Sloan?

- Coming.

Okay, let me help you up.

I will be right here.

- Thanks. Okay. And I'll be in there.

- Okay.

- This is some bullshit.

- Hey, Tip. How you doing, man?

Man, if I'm gonna have more kids

than albums, I'm doing just damn fine.

- You need to shut the f*** up.

- Don't tell me to shut the f*** up.

- Shut your ovaries up.

- So it's my fault.

I'm gonna take this. I'll be right back.

Yeah, man. Call somebody who can kick me

in my nuts. I need a vasectomy.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Bad time?

- No, but you can't text me sh*t like that.

Sh*t like what?

- You beg me to text you sexy stuff all day.

- I know.

But Sloan was looking at my phone.

I didn't realize you were

at the doctor's already.

- Why's she looking at your phone?

- I was showing her a picture...

- ...of my cousin's baby.

- Great.

- Yeah, she must really think I'm a whore.

- No, she doesn't.

God, I only sent that

because I was feeling insecure.

I didn't think anyone was gonna see it.

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