Eric: I thought we agreed to wait for Sundance.
Billy: Fuck the dance. Been there, done that. I'm going to Cannes and coming home with a Palme d'Or and a Cote d'Azur tan.
Billy: I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, but your support for my vision of this film, for allowing me to make it the right way, has taught me that artists and capitalist pigs might be able to work together after all.
Eric: I'm making very little money for a capitalist pig, Billy.
Billy: I didn't say you were good at it.
Billy: What do you think of the trailer?
Eric: The little I saw of it looks amazing.
Billy: It looks even better on replay. Take this home and finger yourself to it, Suit.
Billy: What, does Turtle check your balls for lipstick when you get home or something?
Ari: Wow. Cuttin the old fashion way, huh?
Billy: Why fuck a woman with a vibrator when you've got a dick, right, Suit?
Billy: Why's that door red?
Set Decorator: I thought it popped.
Billy: Popped? How am I going to see blood splatter on a red door, fuckwad? Change it.
Billy: "Movie?" You know, I hate the word "movie." I don't make movies, I make films.
Billy: I'm telling you all right now that if another cell phone rings while professional artists are trying to work, the person responsible for that distraction will be dragged into town and sold as a drug mule.
Billy: What attracted me to this project? Well, that's easy... it was the blood.
Billy: Making a movie is like going to war. And as we've all learned, you don't go to war underprepared and underfinanced.
Billy: I need 30. I can't do it for a dollar less than that.
Nicky: I don't have any more money for you, big guy.
Billy: Oh, come on, you probably got the cash out in your car, trust fund baby. Now just pony it up.
Nicky: Stop calling me trust fund baby, you fucking orangutan.
Vince: Hey come on, Billy, what do you say? You wanna make a movie?
Billy: I'm making movies, Vince. My way.
Eric: Your way? They're calling you Wally in there.
Billy: Wally Balls is my alias. It's catchy, ain't it? And they gave me a 25-picture deal after seeing me shoot only one scene. Billy Walsh is going to bring the 1970s-type class back to porn, and, the wide bush.
Billy: I like your newfound balls, Suit.
Vince: Walsh, what is this, your house?
Billy: No, I'm house sitting for my girl's folks. They made a fortune off ginseng and kombucha drinks. They won't let her see a dime of it though. I'm just praying they drop dead before they raise the estate tax.
Billy: I'm not gonna let those douchebags Aquaman-ify my movie!
Eric: Billy, where are you? We're going to come see you.
Billy: Meet me at my girl's. I gotta go home and tell her I lost the rent money again.
Turtle: I got a hot song for Queens Boulevard.
Billy: Thanks but no thanks. I'm scoring the whole thing myself with a sitar.
Shauna: I'm sure it's great. Have you shown it to anybody?
Billy: Me, my editor, and my mother.
Shauna: Yeah? What'd your mother think?
Billy: She thought it was garbage, but she's a fuckin moron.
Drama: Billy! Yo, am I gonna be happy with myself in the cut?
Billy: Happiness is a state of mind, Johnny. Now, uh... let me get your place. I like your girl better, okay?