Entourage (2004–2011): Season 3, Episode 16 - Gotcha! - full transcript

Vince, this is the fifth
fucking message I left.

Will you call me back please?

- Where is he?
- Easy, E.

He's with the jewelry store girl.
Let him fuck in peace.

We got Amanda at 1:00. He won't call me
back. You're not worried?

No, I'm more worried about Turtle

jerking off Pauly Shore
for the past half hour.

Yeah, what's your problem
with Pauly again, Drama?

- Why do you hate him?
- It shouldn't matter why I hate him.

We're family.
If I hate him, you gotta hate him.

All right, I hate him.
I hate him.



You are one Benedict Arnold traitorous
motherfucker, you know that, Turtle?

- Easy, Drama.
- No, don't "easy" me

when you're making nice
with my mortal enemy over there.

I didn't make nice, okay?

In fact, if it makes you feel better,
I told Pauly to go fuck himself.

That does make me feel good.

So what did he
want anyway?

He's got some stupid new hidden camera
show called "Gotcha. "

It's like a rip off
of "Punk'd. "

- Yeah?
- Yeah, and he wanted to "get" you.

- Really?
- Yeah, for the premiere episode.

And he wanted me to be the rat-faced
accomplice. Can you believe that?

I guess he thinks your series
is gonna be a hit, Drama.

Yeah, I guess so.
Fucking user.



I'm in.

- You're in?
- Yeah, I'll do the jerkoff's show.

It's a hidden camera show. You already
know about it. You can't do it.

I'll act like I don't know about it.
I can pull it off.

You see the billboard?

Call him, Turtle.

- Okay.
- Call Vince again.

I called three times already.

Let him fuck in peace.

Fine, I'll call him.

Are you going to ignore
your phone all day?

Well, this is a one-time thing.
I'm making the most of it.

So listen, the People's Choice
people need an answer.

Do you want
to be a presenter at the show?

Wow.

- All business.
- Not all business,

but might as well get it
out of the way, right?

Do you wanna do it?

Honestly? No.
Do you think I should?

Not really.

So it's a pass.

I guess so.

See how easy that was,
if you're just honest with me?

Well, from now on
I always will be.

Good.

So...

this was fun, huh?

Yes this was,

but until I vacate
the premises,

this still is
the one time.

Uh-oh.

How come anytime
I ask you to take a day you can't,

but your little "pledge brother" comes
to visit and you clear your calendar?

Because every time you ask,
I have a very important meeting.

Just luck of the draw, baby.

Why is he staying
with us anyway?

'Cause not everyone can afford
a hotel room in Beverly Hills.

Well, not everybody likes to get
sexually harassed

by your fraternity brothers.

We have not seen Scott Siegal
in 10 years.

- Let's not live in the past.
- Oh, the past where he would yell

"Hey, Sweet-ass" at me and you
would laugh like an idiot?

- It was funny.
- Yeah? I never thought so.

That's because you don't
have a sense of humor.

Do you know that he was ahead
of Conan O'Brien at the Lampoon?

Yeah, and now he's making 'em laugh
as a bartender at Hooters.

- Who'da thunk it?
- That's when he was 27.

He could be manager
of the Hooters for all we know.

And the fiancee
is staying here also?

No, he's gonna actually keep her
locked up in the car.

Well, he probably should

if she's anything like the girl
that he brought to the wedding.

Be nice. Scott could never get
good-looking women,

but at least he's
found love.

Oh, God, I hope she's not
another shot-putter.

- He's early.
- Be nice.

There they are! The most powerful
couple in L.A., huh?

- Scotty, my man, how are you doing?
- Good to see you, great.

Wow, look at you.

You haven't aged a day.
What do you do,

- Pilates three days a week?
- Stop it.

Come here,
let me feel that tautness.

It's a joke.
I'm kidding.

A little humor
for old time's sake.

- You look gorgeous. Get over here.
- Thank you.

- Can I get a hug or what?
- Okay. Yes.

Scotty, where's this
alleged fiancee of yours?

Oh, she's coming.
She's coming.

Hey, baby! Come here, I wanna
show you off.

Okay, babe, just give me
a second, okay?

All right.

ARl: Holy shit.

Yeah, I scored
big time, huh?

And Jewish.

- Come on.
- Well, she's converting.

Gonna have her bat mitzvah
three weeks before the wedding.

It could have been you
if you didn't reject me so many times.

- Oh, I missed you.
- Hi.

- How are you doing?
- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, hi.

- This is Lori, Ari.
- Hi, hello.

- Hi, it's nice to meet you.
- Baby, meet the only girl

that could have kept us
from being together.

I don't think so.

Hi, it's nice
to meet you.

So nice to meet you.

He don't suspect
a thing, Pauly.

No, not a thing.

Yes, I'll bring him
to the marina myself.

1:00, all right.
Peace.

- We're in.
- Yes! This is gonna be sweet.

- Yeah, if you don't overact.
Oh, please.

Like Sandy Meisner
always said to me...

through the pages
of his books, of course...

- Of course.
- "Be in the moment. "

Jesus, finally.
Where the fuck are you?

I'm at the house.
Where are you?

I don't have a key.

You know we got Amanda
in an hour, right?

No, I didn't know that.
Why would I know that?

'Cause I left you
five messages.

You know I don't know how to check
voice mail. Why are we meeting her?

You said you would
apologize for last night.

Oh, right.
Okay, I will. I'll call her.

All right, look, Vince, I don't want
anything hanging over this relationship,

so I already called her office and set
the meeting. You okay with that?

- Oh, yeah.
- Okay.

- I got another pilot today, bro'.
- Really?

Yeah.

That was very
chivalrous, Vince.

It's been a long time since a man
has sent me flowers

that wasn't business related.

Well this was business
related, wasn't it?

- Don't be fresh.
- Okay, okay.

So apparently Eric put lunch
on the books for today.

I know. He wants me to apologize
for last night.

- For which part?
- The part he was there for.

Well, you can tell him
we handled it.

I'd rather not.

So what do you suggest?

I don't know.
I think we should go to lunch.

I'd hate for him
to feel slighted.

You boys have
a very strange relationship.

What, lunch would be so bad?

Do you wanna go
so Eric won't feel slighted

or do you wanna go because you
can't wait to see me again?

I don't know.
Maybe both.

Well, maybe
it won't be so bad.

The real key
to these things, Turtle,

is to go down
with some dignity,

and not disgrace the good Chase name
by whimpering

like Justin Timberlake did
when he got "Punk'd. "

Like you didn't cry
when the IRS seized your condo.

What a man does in the sanctity
of his own home is his business, Turtle.

What he does on
national TV is the nation's.

Whoa, look at all the extras.

They must have spent
a fortune to pull this off.

Either that or they're
only here to eat and shop.

There's a spot right there.
Take it.

Hey, we were here
first, asshole!

- Yo, move the car.
- Easy, Drama. That's Chuck Liddell.

- What's a Chuck Liddell?
- The guy's the Ultimate Fighting champ.

They call him "The Iceman. "
He KO'd Randy Couture twice last year.

I'm giving him the spot
out of respect.

Don't be a schmuck, Turtle.
Liddell's the "got. "

- You think?
- Yeah, no doubt.

Check out the hidden camera van

parked conveniently right next
to the empty spot.

I don't see any cameras, Drama.

They're in there, Turtle.
Trust me, they're in there.

You guys gonna move?

- I ain't taking any chances.
- We're not going anywhere.

We leave this spot, Pauly's gonna come
running out, calling me a pussy.

If that happens,
my street cred will be toast.

Come on, Drama!

C'est la vie,
Turtle my boy.

- Let the games begin.
Look, buddy.

- I was here first.
- I don't think so.

That spot's ours.

So why don't you and your
hooptie just move along now?

- My what?
- Your hooptie. Your beater.

Your hunk ofjunk.
Move along.

You should watch who you're talking
to like that, my friend.

I ain't your friend, tough guy.
Yeah, that's right,

I know who you are,
you WWF wannabe.

So are you gonna move your car? Or do I
gotta get in there and move it for you?

Daddy?

You're lucky
my daughter's in the car.

I'd kick every
tooth in your head out.

Yeah, and I would rip
your foot off when you tried.

Whoa, Mr. Liddell,
please don't hit me, okay?

Sorry about my friend.
He just didn't take his meds today.

I'll see you around, friend.

Yeah, I hope so, Chuckie.
I hope so.

Big fan.

What do you think about
that for a performance?

I think that was
the sickest thing I ever seen.

Yeah, so sick Pauly
didn't even wanna come out of hiding.

I'm gonna go park the car.

I'm gonna find Pauly.

Pauly!

Hey Mister!
Wanna buy a box of cookies?

Sure, sweetheart.
Anything for the Girl Scouts.

Oh, that's my favorite.
What do I owe you?

$200.

$200 for a box of cookies?
I don't think so.

Pay up, Grandpa...

or I'm gonna scream.

So scream.

He stole my cookies!

All right, don't scream.
Don't scream, don't...

Okay, all right,
whoa whoa whoa. Here...

Get away from me,
you rotten kids!

All right,
here, take it!

Gotcha, Drama!

You got "got!"

- I got what?
- You got got!

You got got!
You got got!

This is your "got," Pauly?
What about Liddell?

- What about what?
- Chuck Liddell, where's he at?

I don't know anything about no Chuck
Liddell, Drama, but what I do know is...

You got got!

- How does that feel, babe?
- It feels good.

Huh?
That feels good.

How the fuck did he get her?
Seriously.

- What, are you jealous?
- No.

Maybe.

Well, if that's what you want, Ari,
it's not too late.

Over 10 years of marriage
and no pre-nup...

- I think it's a little past too late.
- Whatever.

Don't "whatever" me.
Answer the question, baby.

How the fuck could he have
possibly gotten that?

- Ari, he is one of your oldest friends.
- I love him, baby,

but in college
he couldn't close a screen door.

I think you were right.
It seems like he's changed.

- The sexual harasser?
- Well, he's grown into himself.

He wanted to feel your tautness.

Well I guess Pilates has paid off.
Nice that somebody noticed.

Two meals in two days.

I'm starting to feel like
one of the popular kids.

Well...

this is awkward.

- Last night was awkward.
Oh, last night.

No, it's fine, Eric.

- Really, it is.
- No, it's not fine, Amanda.

I think when Vince called you "cute"
it came off in a way

that I don't think he meant
for it to come off as.

How so?

You know...

why am I talking?
Vince, do you wanna talk?

Sure, what do you
want me to say?

- You should say "I'm sorry. "
- I'm sorry, Amanda.

For what exactly?

For calling you cute.

So you don't think I'm cute?

No, I think you're cute,

- but Eric doesn't think...
- Oh, Eric doesn't think I'm cute.

No, I just...

I think it was inappropriate for Vince
to say that. I mean, wasn't it?

Oh, well,
it may have been,

but I mean, my feeling is that
Vince didn't mean it

to demean me,
and I didn't take it that way.

Am I right, Vince?

Yes, you are.

Completely.
But Eric is right as well,

because me calling you cute

might actually make you think
that I look at you as a sex object,

when in fact,
I see you

as one of the smartest,
most interesting women

I have ever met.

- Well, thank you.
- As well as beautiful.

- Thank you again.
- You're welcome again.

So we're all good then?

- Yeah, I guess.
- Great. So what else is happening?

We were gonna discuss whether
or not Vince

should present at
the People's Choice Awards.

- Oh, yeah? What do you think?
- I don't think he should do it.

Me either.

Jinx.

I can't believe you fucked her.
This is so fucked.

I don't know what you're making
such a big deal about.

You don't know what I'm making
such a big deal about?

- You're fucking your agent.
- I am not fucking my agent.

- What does that mean?
- It means we had sex.

Once. That's it.
It wasn't emotional,

- and now it's over.
- It wasn't emotional.

You guys were like a bad
Meg Ryan movie in there.

Well, it was her idea,
not mine.

She was right.
You know, now I can focus on work

instead of wondering, you know,
what it would have been like.

E, seriously,
it's all good.

Just don't say anything to Amanda.
It could really fuck things up.

- Oh, yeah, like they're not already?
- No, they're not.

They're fine. I promise, okay?
Say "okay. "

- Okay.
- Just let it go already, Drama?

Let what go?
- Let it go?

I've got a lifetime of looking over
my shoulder to look forward to.

- I'm like Henry Hill.
So what happened?

- Chuck Liddell is gonna kill me.
- Chuck Liddell is?

- Yeah.
- The UFC guy?

- Yeah.
- He's big.

Why would Chuck Liddell
wanna kill you?

Because the universe hates this current
wave of success I'm having.

- Johnny...
- I can't even speak, bro.

What the fuck
is going on, Turtle?

Yeah, Turtle.
What the fuck is going on?

It's nothing, really.

Yes, he did get into
a little altercation with Chuck,

but that doesn't matter.
Chuck doesn't even know who he is.

Well well well,
John Chase.

It's your old friend
Chuck Liddell.

What are the odds?
I get back to my house,

look out my window,

and see your chicken neck
staring back at me

from some douchebag
fucking NBC billboard.

Well I found you,
John Chase,

and I'm sure glad I did.
I'll be seeing you soon, John.

Very soon.

I'm a dead man.

MRS. ARl: It is absolutely
beautiful, Lori.

Scott, it's beautiful.

- It's blood-free too. It costs extra,
- MRS. ARl: Mmm.

But Scotty wanted to be assured that no
Africans lost any limbs for this.

- Well, we all have to do our part.
- Yeah.

- ARl: Is it real?
- Come on, what are you, kidding?

Look at that thing.
It's a four-carat "D" color, man.

That thing cost
more than my car.

I wouldn't brag about that, Scotty.
What are you driving?

You still
got that Caprice...

That you held onto
for 10 years after college?

- Oh, remember that piece of crap?
- Yeah.

- Oh my God.
- No no.

I got the new Bentley GT now.

- He bought me one too for Hanukkah.
- Chhh-anukkah.

Chanukah.
- Bentleys, huh?

That pension plan must be
really paying off at Hooters.

Ari.

You still working
at Hooters, Scotty?

You didn't tell...
You worked at Hooters?

Years ago.
Don't hold it against me.

It was back during my

"make-my-parents-feel-like-
they-fucked-me-up" phase.

I know that phase.
Two years skiing in Aspen,

- and then I was an actress.
- Culinary school,

but then I finally got it together
and went to med school.

- What, you're a doctor?
Radiologist.

Babe...
I'm still only a resident.

- Lori, that is very impressive.
Hey, look, she's only 26.

She's just a baby.

- I'm just your baby.
- You're my baby.

What are you doing, Scotty?

God, when was
the last time that we spoke?

- You were selling T-shirts in Philly,
- Oh.

Then you kind of disappeared when I told
you I'd hook you up with a job out here.

Right, Ari wanted me to come
out here and work for him,

like I was still
his "little brother" back at the frat.

- God, could this guy haze.
- I've heard some stories.

- It's true.
- What are you doing now?

Actually, Ari,
I don't do anything.

I made a fortune
in stamps.

What?

What does that mean?
Stamps?

Stamps-dot-com.

Three little words
that saved my life...

"stamps, dot, com. "

Got in at the beginning,
sold out at the top.

- Made $65 million.
- ARl: $65 million.

- Fuck you.
- He's exaggerating.

- Well, taxes.
- As usual you're right.

It's more like
45, cash.

- You know?
Give or take.

- Fuck me.
- Scott, that is an amazing story.

You know what? I always knew you would
find your way.

Wow, you know that
means a lot to me.

So hey,
how about a toast?

To all of our success

and to our most
beautiful women.

- Oh, Scott, that is very sweet.
- Thank you.

Ari, come on.
MRS. ARl: A hopeless romantic.

- Hey... huh?
Ari, cheers. Pass the love over here.

Chuck continues to tee up.
Oh, Chuck!

Combinations,
uppercut...

Oh, Jesus.
Sweet merciful Jesus.

- Say something, Vince.
- What do I say, Johnny?

I don't know. You always have
positive things to say.

Tell me it's gonna be okay.

Everything is gonna be okay.

He's a mess.
- You think so?

Vince usually knows what's gonna be okay
and what's not, right?

...with a vicious
combination!

Nasty. He found his range
at the end of the first round.

- I'm a ghost.
- Turtle to the rescue again.

- Please tell me something good.
- I just got off the phone with Hack.

He's got a friend,
who's got a friend

who trains with a Brazilian
in Liddell's crew.

He scored us a couple of tickets
to this exhibition fight

Liddell's doing tonight
down at the Music Box.

So you want me to just deliver myself
to the lion's den?

Would you relax, Drama?

It's a benefit for Chuck's foundation...
"Liddell's Kids. "

Is that like
"Jerry's Kids"?

Not exactly.

Liddell's kids are
all juvenile delinquents.

He's working hard
to get them off the street.

The Brazilian said
Chuck has a soft side,

and when he sees you
come down there,

support these kids
and apologize,

he'll drop
the whole thing.

And if he doesn't?

Who knows?

What's he really gonna do to you
in front of a room full of people?

That.

Unbelievable.

That would suck.

We should just tell them
to go to a hotel.

- I mean, they can afford it.
- What a difference six hours makes.

When I said that, you said,
"It's only one night. "

"Shit, you could do that
in a Mexican jail

and come out almost as clean as you went
in," I believe was the quote.

When we were 25, it was funny when
he would say how hot you are.

Now it's just annoying.

No, when we were 25,
he'd say stuff like "Show me your tits,"

or "If I hit this shot from half court
how 'bout a blow job?"

And you'd laugh
your ass off.

Now he's sort of complimentary
and it's kind of sweet.

- No, it's kind of sickening.
- You know what I think?

I think you like
Scott as a loser

with no money and no girls,
and now he's got more money than you,

and a younger girl,
and you're sort of threatened.

- Threatened?
- Yes, threatened.

And it's really immature, Ari.

Oh, it's immature
that I don't like

my adult friends speaking
to my wife like that?

Well, obviously you do,
and he does,

so why don't we see
how Scott likes it

when I start drooling over the future
Mrs. Siegal's soon-to-be-Jewish ass?

Don't look
defeated already, Drama.

It's not about Liddell.
It's about the delinquents.

I don't wanna make eye contact
with any of them.

You scared of a bunch
of teenagers?

Turtle, they can do whatever
they want and not get charged as adults.

It's gonna be all right, Johnny.
I promise.

I hope so.

All right, I'm gonna hit the head, guys.
I'll see you in the seats.

- You gonna be all right alone?
- Yeah, I'll be fine in the bathroom.

I'll see you guys
at the seats.

All right, see ya.

With a vicious
combination!

Is this the line
for the bathroom?

What's the sign say?

Hello?

Hey, I just got off
with the People's Choice people again,

and apparently,
the people have spoken,

and Vince is their choice.

- For what?
- "Favorite Male Star of Tomorrow. "

Now, it's gonna be kind of hard
to say no to him presenting,

since he'll already be there accepting.
You on board?

Sure, I'll tell him.

I know it's no Oscar,
but it is from the people.

It's fine, Amanda.
Really.

- Then why am I sensing attitude?
- We're cutting you.

- Hello?
- I'm not giving you any attitude.

Okay, now I know
I'm getting attitude.

- Wanna talk about it, E?
- Nope.

Ah...

it sounds like you boys
have been gossiping.

Yeah, well he didn't say anything,
if that's what matters.

It was obvious.

I guess maybe it was.
So what now?

You wanna get something
off your chest?

Yeah. I do. You call me into
your office yesterday

to tell me that I'm being
unprofessional,

and then you go and do this?
I mean, is that even legal?

I'm his agent,
not his shrink.

Yeah, well I'm gonna have to be his
shrink on this one, okay?

'Cause Vince has a hard time
separating business and sex.

Guy almost threw away a $100 million
movie last year over Mandy Moore.

I can't let that happen again.

Eric, I love that you care about Vince,
but I'm a grown woman.

I'm not confused about what I want.
I don't play games.

And I don't risk my career or the career
of my clients on a whim.

I really like Vince.

It's as simple as that.

Scott, this steak
is terrific.

Glatt kosher.

Yeah, we passed
by a butcher on Fairfax,

- said we had to get it for you guys.
- We're not kosher, Scott.

- Well, it was still thoughtful.
- It's good clean meat.

- Glatt, right?
- MRS. ARl: Mm-hmm.

Oh, and lean. Not that you need
to worry about that.

I'm surprised
you eat red meat, Lori.

- Why?
- I mean, with a body like that...

So tell us about
the honeymoon.

Well, it's gonna be amazing.

- Amazing like that body.
- 27 days, you say?

- Yeah, yeah. Just the two of us.
And the captain.

I thought about taking sailing lessons

so we could be alone
the whole time, but...

Sounds amazing.
Truly amazing.

What, our honeymoon sucked?
Come on.

No. And our honeymoon
was amazing also, Ari.

Well, we only made it to Hawaii.
Didn't have any money

like most people don't
when they get married.

Look, I'm sure wherever
you went with this beautiful woman

- was absolutely heavenly.
- Thank you, Scott.

Just as I'm sure wherever
you go with this little hottie

will be more than amazing.
Fuck, it'll be orgasmic.

I mean, I'm sorry,
I don't mean to be rude,

but ever since you got here, I have not
been able to take my eyes off your ass.

I mean, it's
the perfect shape.

It's like God came down,

hand-crafted it,
put it on a little silver tray,

and hand-delivered it
to my man, Scotty.

Bravo, Scotty boy!

Bravo!
I'm gonna get some scotch.

I am so sorry.

MRS. ARl: Ari!

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

- What, too much?
- Just a little.

Payback's a bitch.

I cannot believe
how jealous you are of him.

- It is ridiculous.
- He won the lottery...

stamps. Com,
are you kidding me?

What don't you have, Ari?

- I'm sorry, is this not enough for you?
- It's enough for me,

but I'm starting to feel that maybe
it's not enough for you.

You're right, Ari.
It's not enough for me.

That's why I stuck it out
with you this long,

in the hopes that your college friend
who nauseated me

would make $65 million
and come back and rescue me from you.

I'm detecting sarcasm.

You're detecting
a lot of sarcasm.

This is more
than enough for me.

You, Ari, are more than
enough for me.

Come here.

Oh, oh.

Ahem... listen, Ari,

I know you were
kidding out there,

but Lori doesn't
get frat humor,

so she's outside
getting a cab.

I'm gonna grab the bags,
and we're gonna go to a hotel.

But listen, I'll be back in
a couple of months,

and we'll grab a steak and a couple of
dancers over at the Rhino, all right?

Sorry.
Take care.

Should we try
to stop them?

No, the kids
are at your mom's.

- Let's burn the house to the ground.
- Okay.

- Come on, Chuck! Choke him out!
- Easy, Drama.

It's an exhibition fight.
There ain't no way he's losing.

Which is good, because he'll definitely
be happier than if he lost.

Yeah, exactly. And if my cheering has
anything to do with it,

I will not be silenced.

Come on, Chuck!
Finish the punk off!

Yeah! Oh!

Yeah!
Yeah, Champ!

Yeah, Champ!
Yeah!

Yeah, Champ!

You? What are you
doing here?

Chuck, Chuck.

Masterful fight,
my friend.

- Congratulations.
- Get in the ring, Chase.

That won't be
necessary, Chuck.

I merely came
to apologize.

And to contribute to this
most important charity.

As a troubled youth myself,
I could only have dreamed

of having a role model
like you to keep me off the streets.

Quit your ass-kissing,
and get in the ring.

Or do I need to come
out there and get you?

- Where's the nearest exit?
- Not near enough, Drama.

We're waiting, John.

- Vince?
- What can I do, Johnny?

Nothing, bro'.

You've done enough.
I love you.

Friends,

this guy took
my parking spot today.

Then he told me to "F" myself
in front of my baby girl.

So kids, kids,

this is the kind of guy
you don't wanna be.

This guy's a punk.

And what do
we do with punks?

Take him down!

Put him down!

That's right.
We take them down.

But not in the streets.

Here in the Octagon.

Kick his ass!

It was a mistake, Chuck.
I swear.

It was just
a giant misunderstanding.

I thought it was this stupid-ass hidden
camera show called "Gotcha. "

I should have known better.

Chuck, I would
never disrespect you.

So please...

...accept this sincere apology.

Johnny, get down on your knees
and beg for forgiveness,

- and I might show you mercy.
Do it!

Yeah, get down on your knees.

- Please, Chuck...
- Look, John, you got two choices...

either you get down
or we throw down.

Pussy!

"Gotcha," John.

Huh?

Got you,
you son of a bitch!

You got got!

Yeah, you got got!

You got got!

You got got!
You got got! You got got!

You got got!
You got got!

Sorry, I hope you're
a good sport, bro'.

Fuck it.
Two pilots in one season.

Yeah! Yeah!

You got got!

You got got, baby!

You asked for it.

You got got!

- You missed it.
- It's all good, E.

Pauly's gonna hook us up with
the footage so we can relive the agony

- of defeat over and over again.
- Nice.

- Where were you?
- I was on the phone with Amanda.

Tell me you didn't
say something stupid.

Come on, E,
you promised.

Yeah, and you told me you were
with "jewelry store girl. "

Looks like we're both liars.

All right, whatever.
It's no big deal.

I told you it was
a one-time thing.

I'm not sure she sees
it that way, Vince.

She said she really
likes you.

Really?
She said that?

Yeah, she said that.
What are you smiling about?

I don't know,

because I think
I like her too.