SPEC SCRIPT FOR THE HBO TELEVISION PROGRAM “ENTOURAGE”
INT. THE HOME OF VINCENT CHASE
Man, I’m bored. I can’t think of a thing to do.
Have you had any pussy today, Bro? I’m craving pussy almost as much as a meatball submarine sandwich from that little sandwich place in our hometown of New York City.
THE FAT GUY WHO ALWAYS WEARS A BASEBALL CAP
Nah man, Vince doesn’t need pussy, he needs to smoke some drugs. Want me to go buy some smoking drugs for ya?
THE WIMPY MANAGER DUDE
Come on guys, Vince has got three scripts to read this afternoon. If he doesn’t choose between one of these fantastic big-budget blockbusters we might have to get real jobs and there will be no pussy or smoking drugs for any of us.
I’m feeling reckless. Maybe I should buy a new watch made out of super gold.
Did somebody say my name?
Pussy. Queer. Shit. Piss. James Cameron. Cock. Queer. Miramax. Asshole. Cunt. Photo Op.
That’s your solution to everything, Ari. I can’t do it this time. I’m quitting being a movie star.
Don’t do it bro. Think of all the pussy. If you won’t do it for me, at least think about the pussy.
Yeah Vince, think of the pussy and the smoking drugs that we have after the pussy. Its not fair to the pussy.
WIMPY MANAGER DUDE
(Wringing his hands and kicking pebbles on the ground)
Vince, these scripts aren’t gonna read themselves. I have to stalk this girl I like this afternoon, so I don’t have all day.
Queer. Fag. Homo. Oh hey, I almost forgot the reason I came here. I’ve got a script for you Vince. It’s the one you’ve always dreamt of.
No thanks, I’m quitting being a movie star. I’m gonna go back to my hometown of New York City.
You don’t want to read a script from the re-animated corpse of Stanley Kubrick?
That’s right, buddy. They just brought him back and the first thing he said was, “Must…work…with…Vincent…Chase…”.
Dude, that’s almost as awesome as smoking drugs.
WIMPY MANAGER DUDE
Yeah, it really is.
I dunno. I was pretty sure I was done being a movie star. (thinks for minute) Okay. Let’s do it!
Vince, I just got a message. There is a bunch of pussy being held hostage at city hall.
Quick, guys -to our Lamborghinis, asap!
Vince, We don’t have Lamborghinis.
(taps a few buttons on his cell phone)
You do now.