Ari hates his job sometimes. Not when he's scaring the piss out of the rest of the staff, or when he's fighting with Oprah at cabinet meetings, or when he and Lewis get to spar with the press, but other days like when he has to deal with shit like the pardoning of the Thanksgiving Turkey.
"I'm not having George pardoning shit," he snaps at the White House head cook. "That's a damn good turkey and I want your ass to pluck it, behead it, and have it on the dining room table for the President at 3 fucking pm on Thursday just like the good little ass monkey you are."
Jack doesn't even pretend not to roll his eyes. "Don't you think I should behead it before I pluck it?"
"I knew this geezer once --" Steven begins.
"I don't give a shit if you knew a geezer who fucked turkeys, just do this without a lot of grief, Bourdain!" Ari spits.
Jack just shrugs. "Okay, you can tell the First Man you told me to axe Harold, but I don't think he'll be real happy about it."
"Anderson named it Harold?" Ari whines. "I hate this job sometimes."
Re: Choices
"I'm not having George pardoning shit," he snaps at the White House head cook. "That's a damn good turkey and I want your ass to pluck it, behead it, and have it on the dining room table for the President at 3 fucking pm on Thursday just like the good little ass monkey you are."
Jack doesn't even pretend not to roll his eyes. "Don't you think I should behead it before I pluck it?"
"I knew this geezer once --" Steven begins.
"I don't give a shit if you knew a geezer who fucked turkeys, just do this without a lot of grief, Bourdain!" Ari spits.
Jack just shrugs. "Okay, you can tell the First Man you told me to axe Harold, but I don't think he'll be real happy about it."
"Anderson named it Harold?" Ari whines. "I hate this job sometimes."