Oh, the pilot!
I've been slowing down on "Entourage" recently, struggling with different fics in different ways and getting discouraged. This is usually a bad sign for me with a fandom, and I wanted to combat the early signs of burnout (particularly since the fic-athon is going on). So I turned to watching episodes, and man, I'm so glad I did.
The Pilot! It's so great. I mean, aside from the pivotal "make my decisions for me scene," there are so many other cool details I'd totally forgotten:
And my favorite dialogue in the whole thing:
Uber-codependency.
Vince: "We'll talk about it in Vegas.
E: "Eeh, I'm not gonna go to Vegas."
Vince: "Mm? What do you mean, you're not going to Vegas?"
E: I'm not gonna go.
Vince: C'mon, we'll have a blast. We got the Real World Suite at the Palm.
E: Yeah, I'm not gonna go.
Vince: Yeah, me neither. The guys were kind of psyched to go, but fuck it. Maybe we'll bag the reunion, too.
E: I'm not bagging the reunion.
V: You'd go without me?
E: Yeah. I'd rather go without you.
V: Fuck you!
E: I'm not trying to be an asshole, I'm just saying, you go and it turns into the Vince show.
V: Ohhh, I know what's going on. You're just afraid I'm gonna fuck that little Asian chick you used to chase around. What was her name?
E: Sara Lum? I don't care about Sara Lum.
V: Dim sum Lum.
E: Don't call her that.
V: All right. I'll go. Your passive aggressive shit got me.
E: All right, we leave for the airport at three. And don't even look at Sara Lum.
V (making a circle around his lap): You just have to tell her, this is my no-fly zone. If she enters my airspace, she's going down.
Pause.
E (with the best non-plussed look EVER): Your airspace?
Seriously, I love these guys. I kind of forget how GUY they are, sometimes; this was a nice refresher. Thanks, Pilot. And thanks, Doug Ellin.
The Pilot! It's so great. I mean, aside from the pivotal "make my decisions for me scene," there are so many other cool details I'd totally forgotten:
- Eric calling Drama "Johnny," and Vince calling Eric "Eric."
- Vince looking back at Eric when he's on the red carpet. (and the two of them sitting close in the limo).
- Vince taking Eric's coffee and making it his own in the kitchen.
- Everything about the scene when the two of them are watching Turtle and Drama play basketball, where E says, "Dude, you're such an idiot" under his breath.
- And honestly? All of the golf. "What'd Vince do today?" "He worked on his short game." Roof golf (Brosnan's got the Spanish roof). Fake golf after seeing Wahlberg's crew.
- Smart Turtle ("you indicating motherfucker!")
- Emotional Eric ("look at me, I'm shaking here, I feel like I'm gonna throw up!")
- Hot but kind of dumb Vince (eating SUGAR out of the BOX, and, "this shit is hard")
And my favorite dialogue in the whole thing:
Uber-codependency.
Vince: "We'll talk about it in Vegas.
E: "Eeh, I'm not gonna go to Vegas."
Vince: "Mm? What do you mean, you're not going to Vegas?"
E: I'm not gonna go.
Vince: C'mon, we'll have a blast. We got the Real World Suite at the Palm.
E: Yeah, I'm not gonna go.
Vince: Yeah, me neither. The guys were kind of psyched to go, but fuck it. Maybe we'll bag the reunion, too.
E: I'm not bagging the reunion.
V: You'd go without me?
E: Yeah. I'd rather go without you.
V: Fuck you!
E: I'm not trying to be an asshole, I'm just saying, you go and it turns into the Vince show.
V: Ohhh, I know what's going on. You're just afraid I'm gonna fuck that little Asian chick you used to chase around. What was her name?
E: Sara Lum? I don't care about Sara Lum.
V: Dim sum Lum.
E: Don't call her that.
V: All right. I'll go. Your passive aggressive shit got me.
E: All right, we leave for the airport at three. And don't even look at Sara Lum.
V (making a circle around his lap): You just have to tell her, this is my no-fly zone. If she enters my airspace, she's going down.
Pause.
E (with the best non-plussed look EVER): Your airspace?
Seriously, I love these guys. I kind of forget how GUY they are, sometimes; this was a nice refresher. Thanks, Pilot. And thanks, Doug Ellin.