Ari's Wife: [Mrs Ari has caught Ari trying to slip away from the house] Where are you going, Ari?
Ari Gold: I have a meeting.
Ari's Wife: At the Playboy Mansion?
[looks at pajamas sticking out of Ari's slacks]
Ari Gold: Playboy Mansion, whorehouses, strip clubs, that's where the meetings are. It's my fucking job.
Ari's Wife: I want three weeks in the south of France with the children.
Ari Gold: Oh my God baby,
Ari Gold: of course you can go.
Ari's Wife: With you. And if you're not home by 2AM, I'm gonna be standing at the gate screaming 'Ari Gold, super agent, forgot his Viagra.'
Ari Gold: It's all good.