S06E12, Give a Little Bit
Turtle: I don't kiss and tell.
Vince: Come on. Give us something.
Turtle: Like what?
Drama: Like was she a squirter?
Dr. Marcus: Is it possible that these people are the reason you want to buy the agency?
Mrs. Ari: Yes! He wants to destroy them. Tell her. Tell her!
Dr. Marcus: Is is true? Do you want to destroy these people, Ari?
Ari: Okay, yes! If I could gouge out Terrance McQuewick's eyeballs and eat them for what he did to me, I would. And I would sell that Benedict Arnold Adam Davies into white slavery if we lived in a place that had a market for it. And Lloyd... that little queen... who I welcomed into my home, and allowed to play with my children and care for my dog, and who left me for those two scumbags, I would tie him up and allow the entire Screen Actors Guild to anally rape him if not for the fact that I know he would enjoy it. I hate em all. And yes, I want to see them destroyed. But that is not why I want this company. I want - no, I need - this company because it's good business. It's good goddamn business. And if I don't buy it, someone else will, and that will be very, very bad for my business. And my wife of all people should know that when it comes to business, my judgment is never clouded. So, please, please... support me like you always have and I will deliver for us like I always have.
Lloyd: Johnny, Melrose Place will not stop calling me. They like you. Like Sally Field, they really, really like you.
Turtle: I'm really sorry.
Brooke: I'll live.
Turtle: Yeah, but I got you all worked up and now I'm just abandoning you? That's not fair. You want me to go down on you or something?
Terrance: Unlike you, I have a soft heart.
Ari: Soft as a diamond.
Drama: Sorry, he Jason Bourned me.
Ari: He has never honored anything.
Andrew: But you still want this.
Ari: More than I want my wife to crave pussy, but I will not be controlled by that rotting, old douchebag.
Terrance: Andrew! Nice to see you. I didn't realize you were still in the business.
Terrance: Not for you. Not for any TV agent.
Terrance: It was a mistake that I kicked you out, Ari, all right? I was just feeling... unneeded.
Ari: Well, you were needed.
Terrance: You know, you're gonna grow old someday, Ari. Hopefully you'll find someone who will be able to help you do it gracefully.
Drama: Well, for a minute there, I didn't think I wanted this anymore. But then it hit me... what I don't want anymore is the rejection. Eighteen years of it has taken its toll. I was on this show once before and I was on another series for the past 87 episodes. I've done over 140 guest spots on TV and other movies, 16 plays, 39 commercials... yet still you haven't seen enough to just offer me the part. Still you make me sing for my supper.
Director: Hey, if you don't want to, I mean -
Drama: It doesn't matter if I want to. I have to.
Eric: I don't know why you're so angry. You already rejected me. I feel bad enough.
Sloan: You should be used to that by now.
Eric: Look, I was wrong, all right? The guys told me you were over me and I didn't believe them.
Sloan: And you usually listen to every word "the guys" say.
Ari: Now, Lloyd, maybe you're not here, maybe you are. Either way, you have nothing to fear, because I'm not going to kill you. I love you. You see, even though you betrayed me, you were the best slave that I ever had. I mean, who could possibly replace the way that you picked up my dry cleaning? No one! Who could better the way you picked up my dog's shit? And if I liked short, fat men sucking on my dick, I'm sure that no one could do it better than you, either. So... return to the king... or exile yourself from this town forever! You have until the end of the day tomorrow to agree to be rebranded mine!
Turtle: Any idea how quick I can get to Rome?
Attendant: You just flew in from LA!
Turtle: Oh yeah, I'm trying to break the Guinness record for most miles in 24 hours! What's it to you?
Lloyd: Don't tell me what to do! And don't you dare let yourself be convinced that I betrayed you! You abused me, and you won't ever again. But I will work myself to the bone so that someday I will be in a position to abuse you. You're not so smart. How could you be if you actually believed I would ever work for you again?
Matt: You guys are flying private to Italy, huh? Must be nice.
Drama: And what are you guys doing here? Saving the geese from an untimely death?