Entourage and the friendship at its core
by Capucine · old hollywood: Entourage
The cameos in Entourage were a good time, no argument there. What actually held the whole thing together, though, was the four guys at the middle of it. Their bond is the reason it works, not the famous faces dropping by. Fame and all the excess that comes with it get played for laughs, and so does the grind of chasing a break in Hollywood while everyone around you is angling for a piece.
Transcript (en)
Ernesto! Where's my fucking car? I'll get him. Kidding me? My phone's dead. Company phone. Think they had it turned off. Hello? It's Lloyd, looking for Mr. Gold's car. Sorry, Lloyd. It's a company car. Mr. McEwick said I can't give it to him. Can't give it to me?! Ernesto! How many fucking pesos did I give you for Christmas? Huh, Ernesto? Every Christmas for the past decade. Half of Mexico is eating on my tips that I have given you. Now bring my motherfucking car now. Por favor. Sorry, Mr. Gold. I can't do it. All right, Mr. Gold. I'm from Guatemala, and our currency is the Quetzal. I'll get my car. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
