Back at the House with One Bathroom and a Giant Indoor Pool, Vince is cozied up with the most outgoing of the Miutrix quartet, the one that asked where Turtle's car came from, floating in the pool. Kevin Dillon is being cuddly with another one, and Turtle is being charming with a third. Some kind of underwater phone that floats around the pool starts ringing. I know what you're thinking, but it's not Ari. It's..."Marvin." You know: Marvin? Come on, you've got to remember Marvin. No? Just tag along, we'll all catch up together. Must be someone important, with a solid hand in Vince's future, because he immediately throws the phone across the pool to Eric. I'm not even kidding when I say the fourth Miutrix stares at Eric's lips the entire time he's on the phone with Marvin. Eric hangs up and tosses the phone back to Vince, and through a painfully and needlessly complex game of bluffing, obscuring, and occasionally revealing the facts, we learn exactly two things: Marvin is Vince's business manager, and he wants a meeting. And of course Vince doesn't want to go, because he doesn't want to go listen to some dude tell him how to spend his money. Which is so dumb, we're just going to power through. Miutrix asks Eric if Vince is, like, his boss. Turtle finds my pain center or migraine activator or whatever, I'm not all about biology, and starts pressing it repeatedly in a grade-school sing-song, about nothing, it's stupid, it makes no sense, and then barely manages to call Eric a dick before he falls sideways into the pool in the most unbelievable, over-rehearsed, telegraphed pratfall in the history of photography. Like the actor could be deathly afraid of water, and that would explain why this is performed so poorly. I'll check into that. So, since everything has started sucking and not making sense, I guess there's a "joke" coming. "Thank God I'm self-employed," Kevin sighs to the Miutrix...and that's it. And the lame punchline didn't even make sense with the nonsensical chain of events leading up to it. So nothing actually happened, except now there's Marvin. I hate this fucking show.
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.