Eric and Marvin hanging out in Marvin's office. Marvin is freaked out because Vince bought a car that cost a bajillion dollars, and just like I said, he answers Eric's defense that it's a lease with pointing out that a car that expensive might as well be equity. Marvin tells Eric he's "supposed to be the one with some smarts," and asks what exactly the problem is. Marvin looks like Larry King, only alive. Eric's like, "He wanted the car, he bought the car. I can't tell him how to spend his money." It's weird, because they're having this grownup conversation as if Eric should be allowed to make decisions for himself, much less a highly disputed property like Vince's face. And yet, Marvin points out, Eric somehow summoned "the balls to tell him to pass on a four-million-dollar fucking movie offer," and Eric's all, "That was his call." Which it totally wasn't, and it never is, and I am severely disappointed in you, Eric. Grow a spine. But he's like, "The script sucked." And I think I fall in love with Marvin when he says, "He wants artistic integrity? Then let him drive around in a Prius." God, I hate Leonardo DiCaprio.