Having arrived at the premiere, Kevin makes ready to exit the limo, but Eric (falling down on the job a bit) bluntly points out that best practice might be to have Vince -- the star of the film, and of the limo, for that matter -- leave the limo first. Ouch, and Kevin sits back again. Vince stands up, and there's a five-story-tall banner of his head above and behind him that covers almost an entire building (the movie in question is called Head On, by the way, which sounds dumb). There's screaming and flash photography and the camera jiggles around so much I can feel the red carpet beneath my feet. The rest of the entourage follows him into the fray, and Turtle notes both that the "Pavarottis" are out tonight, which earns a tiny giggle from me, embarrassingly, and the "tits on the girl from Extra," which I'm sure is hilarious, but I don't watch Extra, so I'm pretending he means Serena Altschul because that girl will guest-star on anything. Maybe he's talking about the actual Pavarotti. Heh. Eric, doing his non-job as Vince's unofficial manager, sends Turtle to make sure "Ali" isn't sitting within ten rows of Vince. I like this whole double-or-nothing rule about exposition we've got going. Keeps you on your toes, narratively speaking. Either tell me six times or mention it in passing, without context. Eric tells Turtle not to mug for the cameras, so Turtle throws his arm around Vince and immediately begins mugging for the cameras. But what about this Ali we've never heard of? I'd be worried, if I knew what to be worried about.