Satisfied
Lizzy: Ari, I’m not satisfied.
Ari: I’m sorry kid, but I’m not the man who’s gonna satisfy you.
Lizzy: Ari, I’m not satisfied.
Ari: I’m sorry kid, but I’m not the man who’s gonna satisfy you.
Lizzy: Ari, name one person that’s more qualified than me.
Ari: I don’t know the names of any people in the TV department and the only reason I know your name is the reason no one is heading our television department. It’s no way to move up.
Lizzy: Completely unfair.
Ari: Tell that to Andrew’s fatherless children.
Ari: I’m bringing an NFL team to Los Angeles. And it won’t affect this company by the way, except you all might have really good football seats.
Ari: OK people, so here’s the thing. This merger has made me more famous than I wanted to be. I don’t want to be known. I don’t want to be talked about. I have ears everywhere. Let me just say, that if those ears hear about anyone talking about me that person will die. And I’m not threatening your jobs – I’m threatening your lifes, and I’m serious.
Lizzy: Ari, can we have lunch today?
Ari: No, why?
Lizzy: I need to talk.
Ari: Well email me.
Ari: Everyone. Conference room. Quickly! And quickly means run!
[Ari exits the elevator]
Babs: Ari! Ari! Ari!
Ari: Barbara! Barbara! Barbara! Did you have a stroke and now stutter?
Mrs. Ari: Why were you spinning her around Ari?
Ari: I have dreamt, since I was a kid, about owning a football team. I would have spun Lloyd around if he was in front of me. And if I could lift him.
[Ari's son is pointing a toy gun]
Ari: No no no. Jews don’t carry guns buddy, you know that.
Ari’s son: The Jewish army does.
Jerry: How would you like to own an NFL team Mr. Gold?
Ari: I love you – I love it.