To review: The Entourage movie is a go. It has become hard to even recall a time when there was a possibility that the whole beautiful, gossamer thing — once seemingly about to be transformed into a feverish nightmare clockwork of egos, double-dealing, and unbrotherly mistrust by the dream-gobbling demon that is Hollywood — might dissipate in the harsh reality of daybreak. But that didn’t happen. We now all wake up, every single morning, in a world where the golden Los Angeles sunshine dances over the shimmering infinity pool and into the master bedroom, whispers a gentle It’s all happening in our ear, and prompts us to roll over and discover the Entourage movie sprawled out beside us. And no one ever asks, “Was it good for you?” because the smile says it all. Everything is perfect, always, forever. Turtle’s on his way over with a joint and a sack of impossibly warm bagels flown in from Queens on Ari’s private jet.

So where were we? Oh, yes: TMZ, as always doing the Lord’s work, cornered Jeremy Piven on his way out of a bar (judging from his clothes, on the very same night the First Official Instagram of the Entourage movie was shared) to ask the most important question of the post-go era:

“Hey, how many times do you think you’re going to say ‘Hug it out, bitch!’ in the movie?”

Piven’s response?

“Umm … You never know. Maybe one, good solid one. I hope.”

He could have told us exactly how many times. He knows. But it’s important to have secrets. You don’t open the mystery box this soon. Maybe you take a peek yourself and let everybody see its light reflected on your face. But you don’t open it.

Roll cameras in January.

Everything is perfect, always. forever.