Turtle’s Cock
Ari: Nine Brave Souls. Don’t know what this is, never heard of these guys.
E: I found that one.
Ari: What, you’re jerking out of Turtle’s cock?
Ari: Nine Brave Souls. Don’t know what this is, never heard of these guys.
E: I found that one.
Ari: What, you’re jerking out of Turtle’s cock?
Ari: No Indies E! Think of it as the holocaust, never again!
Ari: You’re in movie jail.
Vince: Well, how do I get out? What do I have to do?
Ari: You just do what you’ve been doing, you just sit tight, OK? You wait.
Vince: Wait for what?
Ari: For the stenge from Medillon to dissapear.
Vince: How long is that gonna take?
Ari: How long did it take for the air to clean from fucking Chernobyl?
E: So what you want us to do? Sit around and do nothing?
Ari: I thought you weren’t gonna talk, but since you are: yes. You should sit around and do nothing, or maybe go to Vinnie’s super secret hideaway in Mexico and come back when you’re tanned. Or tall. Whichever comes first.
Ari: You will come back stronger then ever. Like Lance Armstrong. But with two balls.
Ari: I never lied to you…
Mark Wahlberg: What about when you told me you liked the truth about Charlie?
Ari: What is the truth about Charlie?
Ari (golfing): Rusty cunt bucket! FUCK
Mark Wahlberg: I wasn’t laughing…
Ari: FUUUCCKKK!
E: Because I wanna sell their script, I need an agent to do that.
Ari: Try the Yellow Pages.
E: Come on Ari, I’m calling as a friend, all right? I need your help. It’s a really good script, can you help me?
Ari: Yes, I can E. Lloyd! Get the number for UCLA Extension so Eric can take a course of finally learning how the movie business works.
Lloyd (wants to get Ari out of a screening): Vince is gonna be here in ten minutes.
Ari: Jezus, I can’t walk out of here ’cause the director’s sitting right behind me.
Lloyd: So what should I do?
Ari (hesitates): Pull the plug on the projector.