FX original comedy Atlanta premiered its third season March 24, 2022.
#AtlantaFX has been renewed for a fourth season.
rottentomatoes: 97%
metacritic: 90
imdb: 8.6
emmys: 5 wins
golden globes: 2 wins
SAG awards: 1 nomination
Earnest Marks
Earn Marks manages Paper Boi outside of Amsterdam, The Netherlands.
Outstanding Lead Actor In A Comedy Series
1 win: 2017
Best Television Actor – Musical/Comedy Series
1 win: 2017
“Oh, fuck. Do you know where, um… my underwear or my belt is? Uh… do you speak English? Oh! I need it! I-I need it. I’m still in Copenhagen. Uh, is Al with you? What? What happened? Darius… Darius, listen, I-I… I got a text from Van. She’s saying she’s… she’s in Amsterdam. Yeah. I’ll deal with Alfred when I land I need you to pick up Van from the station, be… hello? I can’t. I lost my belt. And my underwear.” — Earnest Marks
“Dirk? Dirk? I’m Earn. Paper Boi’s manager. Ah. Yeah, he’s not gonna do that. No. This is my taxi driver. He’s gonna need to be paid. It’s in the rider. It’s about 40 euros, not including tip. What? No, we… how long do we have to get the music here? Six hours. Got it. Also, Paper Boi needs a slight increase in his advance before the concert tonight. He’s gonna need about 20K. In cash. Right now. Thank you. Uh, no. We actually played a smaller venue… last year. Yeah. Yeah. See you tonight. I’m gonna need, uh… some money for another cab.” — Earnest Marks
“Uh, nah. I’m-I’m good, man. Thank you. Oh, y-yeah. Um… bail was mad cheap, though, so… getting kind of nervous. No. What’s with all the blackface? Hmm. Hmm. Okay, well, feels like Santa’s slave, but I respect the rebrand. No, thanks. You know them? Are they what happened last night? What the hell happened in here?” — Earnest Marks
“Yeah, I’m good. Hello? Hi, is this air ambulance transportation? Yes, I’m in the music business. I-I know you normally transfer organs, but, uh, I’m trying to get a laptop that we left at a music venue in Hels… H-Helsinki. Great.” — Earnest Marks
“Thank you. Hey, we’re good to go. We got the laptop. What? Why? Huh. Yeah, um… I’ll handle this. You guys go. Get out of here. Try and be discreet. Yeah. Yes. Um, bad news, man. Uh, Paper Boi’s… he’s not feeling too good. He’s actually, he’s got what I got, so… probably not gonna be able to perform tonight. The insurance claim should cover it. I’ll just start filling out the paperwork when I get to the hotel. I’m sorry, man. Excuse me? I don’t know what to tell you. Artists get sick. Just fill out the insurance claim. You’ll make, actually, more money than you would’ve tonight. I don’t fuck anyone. Okay.” — Earnest Marks
“Van. What’s up? You’re getting ice at 4:00 in the morning? You good?” — Earnest Marks
“Will knows him. He’s an investor. Um, apparently, his family gave out the first loan. You don’t have to do anything, you know. He just wants to hang out around you. Remember that weed subscription idea you had? Yeah, you know, you don’t need Shark Tank to pitch that idea, okay? You have people around you now who can invest in it. You know, Fernando’s a billionaire. How many billionaires do you know? Exactly. Just hang out around him, peep some game. Hey, guys, this is my white voice. Where’s the blow at, man? That’s not… okay. Are you making fun of me, too?” — Earnest Marks
Alfred Miles ‘Paper Boi’
Outstanding Supporting Actor In A Comedy Series
1 nomination: 2018
“Man, y’all charging me for this shit? For real? Fuck. A’ight, cool. A’ight, man, uh, I’m-a get that potato mash, man. Would you recommend the schnitzel or the bean soup. The bean soup. All right, let me get one of the bean soups, man. Um, look, ya’ll got Coke here– Coca-Cola? Yes. All right, uh, can I get some ice with that, too? Yeah, oh, cube, man. Not crushed. I don’t want to chew my water. Uh, y’all got hot sauce, right? Man, please, I’m from the A. Appreciate it. Damn, them ****** don’t let up, do they? What they saying, man? ‘Free Paper Boi?’ A’ight, I fuck with that. A’ight, man. Thank you, bruh. Al, man. My bail’s been p… what’s your name, man? F-Fons? Frons. Frons? Hey, man, look, I’m-a get my lunch first. A’ight? And, um… just wake me up from my nap when it get here, a’ight? And can you turn the thermostat down a little bit? It’s a little warm. I appreciate that. Oh, that’d be great man, yeah. Thank you. All right. Night, night.”
“Yeah, man, I’m just saying, like, whatever that fabric softener is, bro, like… it’s fantastic. Y-you let them know that. That’s what it… what up, man? Hey, man, you got that thing I asked you for? Oh, thanks, man. I appreciate that. Hey! Hey, hey. Hey! There you go, baby. How y’all be? They love me here, man. You okay?”
“Fuck was up with that midget, Don King-looking baby back there? Oh, *****, stop acting like you don’t know what… black– black, face, babies. He fell down the chimney, you said? *****, if you don’t get the fuck out my face… *****, I cannot with these crazy hoes today. *****, I just said I don’t want to talk about it, all right?”
“Oh, ooh. Oh. Oh, hell yeah. Holland slaps. Oh… what?”
“Whatever man. Same rachet-ass hoes, different-ass city. I’m just glad that girl ain’t take off with my shit. Hey, I’m-a wash my ass. You good?”
“Yeah, tell ’em I ain’t doing this shit, man. Okay. Mm-hmm. Turn the clogs around, bro, we ain’t doing this shit.”
“Who this dude? Uh-huh. Okay, should I, uh, also ask him some stock tips, Earnest? Uh, maybe ask him to diversify my portfolio. Oh, my God! The Dow Jones is the way to go. That’s just how you sound.”
Darius
“Yo. You here? No. That *****’s in jail. I have no idea. I’ve been roaming the streets. High since twilight. This city is my Jesus. I’m confused. A-are you confused? ‘Cause I’m confused. Baby mama drama.”
“Goedemorgen! And welcome to Amsterdam! Otherwise known as the Venice of the North. Hey. Hey. Um, Earn kind of got held up, but, um… yes. Aren’t you cold? Oh. Well, here, you can wear mine. I mean, I have been wearing it for eight days. Nine days. Thanks. Or, um, we can go find you one. Got the driver for the day. Yeah. Earn hooked it up. That tour clout. So… how’s Lottie? Mm. And you and Earn? You guys gonna… pop out another baby? Oh. Yeah. Um… I can’t procreate. I had my balls crushed when I was a kid in Nigeria. Nah, it’s okay. Long time ago. You ever seen the movie Foodfight!? Mm. Check out the trailer. It’s… it’s intense. Mm-hmm.”
“This place has… tiny steps. Mm. Wait a minute. Hey, come a little closer. Yeah, you might want to take that off. It got gasoline on it. Hey, um, I’m sorry about mentioning Earn. I just, um… I don’t do well with small talk and… stuff like that. Hmm. Why are you here? Yeah, it’s nice. What’s that? Ooh. Yeah, I know exactly what this is. You have to follow it. It’s destiny.”
“Van? Uh, this look like somebody else. You crazy. Wait. What are you gonna say?”
“Mm. Pretty sure that’s Tupac. Yeah. I felt the thug spirit in my bones on the way up here. I knew it. There was a theory that Tupac faked his death, right? And then he, uh, went to hide out in the Caribbean. And there’s a Dutch Caribbean. Um… four? H-high four, maybe, sliding into five. Sliding in… oh, you want a pict… all right, yeah. Here. Love your songs, man.”
“Hey, what’s up? Y’all ready?”
“Oh, yes, yes, yes. Bud of the Month Club. Strains of the finest cannabis harvested by real, authentic Mexican hands… Alfred, my God, you must check the Dow industrial Jones average. It’s off the charts, I tell you. You sound exactly like yourself, man. Oh, shit.”
Van
Outstanding Supporting Actress In A Comedy Series
1 nomination: 2018
“Hey. Okay. You my ride? I’m fine. They lost my luggage. No, I’m… I’m good. You should keep it. It looks good on you. You have a driver? Yeah. Let’s go. She’s actually, mm… she’s good. She’s fine. She’s with my parents right now. I have a boyfriend. Why? Are you an Earn planning on… popping out a baby, too? Oh, I’m sorry. No. Thanks.”
“Thoughts? Mm-hmm. You can ask me something real. I was up for this job that I wanted and I didn’t get it, so… …thought I’d come here and… …figure it out. I’m gonna get this one. Looks like an address. I’m down. Say no mo’.”
“Yeah, let’s go. I’m gonna ask who this coat belonged to. He’s the photographer. The driver’s actually… is still in the van. You have the address, right? ‘Cause I think we’re running late. Yeah.”
“Hi. Thank you. Damn. What? How high are you right now? Hi. Uh… do you know him? He’s dying? Mm. Yeah, I’m, uh… Vanessa. I’m good. I actually flew in from Atlanta today. Mm-hmm. It was good. I, you know, I… actually, I used to fly in from Europe a lot when I was a kid, so… but it’s just kind of different now. Uh… I just… I’m just different. I guess I’m-I’m just not… I’m not a kid anymore, so… you know. You know, I’ve-I’ve actually, I’ve been having these panic attacks. And I thought maybe coming here would… you have deviled eggs. Oh. That’s not my boyfriend. He’s not my boyfriend. His friend is my daughter’s father. I’m actually not even here with my daughter’s father. No, I’m pretty aimless right now.”
“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay. Oh, my God.”
“Oh, hey. Nothing. I got some ice. Yeah. Yeah. Night, Earn.”
“It’s not like… Earn can sound like anything. You guys are bullying him. You guys, you’re bullying him.”
Amsterdam Police
“No cost. Whatever you like. Mm-hmm. The bean soup. You like it. Coca-Cola. Yes, the real one. Uh, yes. Uh, cubes? Yes. It’s, uh, very spicy, so maybe, uh, not too much. Whatever you want. Uh, they say ‘Free Paper Boi.’ Excuse me, Mr. Miles? Oh, uh, your bail has been paid, so you’re free to go. Uh, uh, Fons. Yes. Yes, whatever you want. Yeah. Should I turn off the light? Okay. S-see you.”
Feena
“Hey. You’re right on time. Luke told me the van broke down. Is he the driver? Oh, yes, yes.”
“Think about it. Pardon me. Would you please take a picture of us with him? Oh, you probably want landscape.”
Death Doula
“Mm. Hello. I’m his death doula. I’m here to help my friend and the people who love him let go. Yeah, not long from now, he will transition out of this world and into the next. Hmm. May I ask what your name is? How are you doing, Vanessa? Hmm. How was your flight? Hmm. How so? Oh. Yes, please, eat. He wanted a real party. A celebration. I’m glad you’re with someone who can comfort you. Oh. Ah, I see. Mm. I think you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.”
“It’s time. Our gorgeous friend is ready to say goodbye. Our duty now is to tell him it’s okay to leave us. Does anyone want to join me? H-he can hear you. You can say something.”
Driver
“Hi. Blackface? Ah. That’s, uh, Zwarte Piet. That’s, uh, for the children. It’s a long tradition passed down for many generations, so… actually, he’s black because he fell down the chimney, uh, helping, uh, Saint Nicholas. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Great guy. Hands out candy, you know? Who doesn’t like candy?”
Paper Boi Fans
“Mm. Is this a nice welcome to my country? Mm. Wow. Ooh, well, happy Sinterklaas to me. De traditie is racist. …Rihanna a ‘**********.’ In print. That was even a compliment. ‘Yo, who’s the **********?’ Why’d you even repeat it? What, ‘*****…'”
Police Station
“Gesundheit.”
Hotel Concierge
“Hello. Please, may I help with your…”
Dutchman
“Hello? What are you doing?”
Security Officer
“Sorry, coming through. Sorry. Sorry, Miss. I’m gonna let him through. All right. Go ahead. Yeah. Thank you.”
Security Officer 2
“Excuse me, sir. I have to pat you down. Lift up your hands, please. Why not? I’m sorry, sir. I can’t let you through if you don’t lift your hands. Turn around.”
Dirk
“Yeah. Oh, my God! Hey! My name is Dirk. Nice to meet you. We are so fucking excited for tonight. Yeah. The show is sold out, you know that? Sinterklaas come early this year. Hey, listen up. We got an idea. We were thinking Paper Boi can maybe wear this to take some pictures with fans. What do you think? Here. With the feather. No. Okay. Who’s this? No worries. Cool. Okay. I pay 40 euro. Hey, while I got you here, um, everything is on time from Helsinki. We’re just missing the music laptop. I assumed it was with you guys, so… oh, gezondheid. To be safe, six hours? Uh, 20K when? Here. 20K. Your first time in Amsterdam? Yeah. It’s cool here, no? And the weed is verbazingwekkendgood. And we tolerate people. Nothing like America. Hey, see you tonight, guy.”
“Hey, homie. How are you? I heard the laptop arrived. That’s good, no? Shit. E-excuse me, what? You fuck me? Do you know how many people are waiting tonight, and they’re expecting to see Paper Boi? So you do fuck me. I will destroy you. Liar! Why are you making me do this to you, Earn? You son of a bitch. Why are you making me do this?”
