Part 2 "You don't have one of those for producers, do you?"

Despite herself, Cuddy had to smile."Like your business would survive under "First Do No Harm.' but I know you didn't call me for this."

"Why are you being so harsh? I work in a motherfuckin' dream factory, baby."

Suddenly, Cuddy remembered something about Ari Gold that only a few people in his new world could even begin to suspect.Ari was a movie *freak*, the see-Return-of-The-Jedi-eight-times kind...the kind that wouldn't even start his lab reports until he made her see all three hours of "Once Upon A Time in the West" on his family's new VCR.It bugged her a lot at the time, but she supposed it might soften any girl to get compared, however self-servingly, to Claudia Cardinale. He acted now like he was all about the money and toys, that the "dream factory" thing was just an ad tagline, but Cuddy felt that he really believed that as much as he did at fifteen. She softened toward him.

But not too much. "Don't call me baby."

"Sorry, Lisa. Habit. Look...I just got a call from Vince, he's in New York and feeling like shit...picked up a bug on the plane or some bullshit so I thought of you."

"But I'm in Princeton.And why can't he see his own doctor?"

Ari snorted. "Talent,"

That part, Lisa understood. "Um," Great, she thought, I talk to this guy for ten minutes and I regress. Gag me with a spoon.

"What is it, forty minutes? That's nothing. In L.A. that's crossing the parking lot. Send your boy."

"I don't have a boy, Ari."

"Sure you do...Hopalong Sherlock Holmes from that documentary about that deformed kid. That was like Mask meets A Beautiful Mind meets Awakenings...had me all verklempt."

"I'm sure that whatever your client has doesn't require a doubly-certified diagnostician...whatever happened to chicken soup? And Dr. House isn't my boy."

"You know, I thought about that? But, you know what? I didn't jerk off all through sophomore year thinking of a brilliant and beautiful *chicken*, Lisa."

"Could've fooled me. Look, I will talk to Dr. House, but I can't promise anything."

"Do you need a building? Cause it's done. The Fuckin' Ari Gold Memorial Mausoluem or whatever the fuck you want. I'll pick you up. Just make it happen."

Cuddy sighed a heavy sigh. "Ok."

"Great. Oh, and Lisa? If he's not your boy now, he wishes he could be...we all do."

It is SO fun being that much of an asshole...I swear, my panties are wet.(Well, okay, maybe not. But you couldn't get more "Come as You're Not," than me and Ari Gold.) It's fun to take up space for a change.

You have nailed Ari's voice.

That is absolutely fucking frightening. So why do I love it so much?

ever read/seen The Good Woman of Szechuan?

No, I haven't. Why?

reading the wikipedia page just now I'm thinking my understanding of the play is a bit off. I thought it was about a woman who was so good all the time that she created an evil alter-ego to help keep her sanity.

How weird to already have Ari on the brain. I just got a call from a high muckety-muck at a studio and when I picked up the phone I got the "please hold for ___ " from his assistant. First time that's ever happened to me!

Whether your play is right or wrong, perhaps my obsession with criminals and addicts has something to do with this. And why the people I crush on in the media are like unbridled diva egomaniacs.

Yay! Oh, yay! Oh, I thought you'd grok the Ari love! Because Ari is made of pure, unbridled win! (Especially when he tries any of this shit with Mrs Ari, because that is HILARIOUS.)

::loves Ari::

You have him pitch-perfect, love. Which surprises me not at all, but is still a sauce of glee.

eta ....er, yeah - I meant "source of glee", obviously, but - yeah. Ahem. Saucy too.