Curb Your Enthusiasm - C or D?

and anyway the show is all about larry's hands

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not even looked A... still not managed to get my 5.4 torrent to download... need to pick up the latest prison break ep. and 5.4 & 5.5... I've been having problems with CYE torrents

I've been rewatching the series lately and the end of The Doll (series 2) is unbeatable. Roughest grimmest harshest piece of funny I've ever seen.

you're all being far too harsh on season 4

Rob Corddry is indeed excellent.

And yeah, it was Rob Corddry, not Stephen Colbert.

Won't spoil the ending for anyone who's seen it but does anyone else think it'll be the final series of it? Especially with relation to the drop in viewing figures. VERY surprised to see Sacha Baron Cohen and Dustin Hoffman in the finale just then. David, Gervais and the guys behind Peepshow, they're the greatest guys in TV right now.

i don't think jeff gets enough love. his 'what the fuck? what the fuck?' when larry tripping up shaq has made him lose his dodgers season ticket totally sleighs me.

"YOU PAID FOR THOSE GIANT FAKE TITTIES!!"

Jeff has incredible timing on those sorts of lines.

Last night's episode did have the feel of a series finale, even if it isn't. In fact, Larry dying or becoming a gentile would have been a cool ending to the series.

The airplane scene with the Thai woman next to him was classic.

xpost i mean who on earth would put up with this crap?? not jeff's wife, that's for sure.

I'm sure Jeff and Cheryl love him, guys. Don't be sad. :-)

Plus, after 5 episodes, the show is already starting to get very formulaic plotwise.

Larry is walking down the road and he bumps into someone (let's say Ellen DeGeneres, or maybe even some minor character from Ellen), and she says she's interested in doing a part for his new series, but only if he looks after her pet tarantula over the weekend. All he's got to do is go in and feed it on Saturday afternoon and the tarantula (whose name is Woody) should be fine until when Ellen gets home. Larry takes the spare key and puts it in the pocket of his sweat pants (whatever sweat pants are, I don't know).

On returning home, Larry tells his wife that he has met Ellen DeGeneres and she's interested in his show but he has to feed her tarantula on Saturday afternoon. Then the clanger: "Oh but, you were supposed to meet Seinfeld on Saturday for a round of golf". "Never mind," says Larry, "I'll meet Seinfeld for golf at 2 and go feed Woody at 6". Great!

So Saturday rolls around and Larry and Seinfeld are playing golf, quite happily. Larry hits the ball well into the roughest of the rough. Seinfeld and Larry have a minor, but friendly argument about whether he ought to go retrieve the ball or play another shot (I don't know the rules of golf, but then Larry doesn't know the rules of the modern world, so who cares?). Larry eventually gives in and goes looking for the ball. He finds it, perched next to the trunk of a tree, reaches for it, reaches for it.... stops... looks down. BIG UGLY SPIDER.

Larry realises/remembers that he is deadly scared of arachnids, jumps out of his skin, and pootles off to find Seinfeld, who he pleads and pleads with to go and water Ellen's pet tarantula, as it's getting late.

There's a minor altercation with tipping when they get back to the clubhouse with the big, brusque woman at the counter, and then a problem with the parking lever whilst trying to get out. They're late, Woody is an old tarantula and has to be fed properly or it will die. All Seinfeld needs is the key and... oh no! They're in Larry's other pants. They race home, but get stopped on the way by a traffic cop. Larry and he argue for ages and ages, the result of which ends in hot coffee being spilled all over Jerry Seinfeld.

They speed home, Jerry in tears because of the scalding. It's too much, so Larry has to go in and feed the tarantula alone, despite his arachnophobia. He gets to the house, lets himself in. Creeps around, finds the Woody the tarantula (shit scared), finds the food, THEN A NOISE!

Larry whips around frightened, knocking over a vase full of Ellen's mother's ashes (or something) and smashing it to bits. There stands the big brusque woman from the golf counter in nothing but a rather unflattering nightgown. From behind her peeps Ellen Degeneres, who starts crying at the smashed vase, and her lesbian lover starts on Larry and Larry shouts back and "It's not my fault, you said Saturday", and she's all "Well we meant NEXT SATURDAY! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" blahblahblah "AND WE WERE ACTUALLY TALKING ABOUT WOODY HARRELSON, NOT THE TARANTULA - YOU HAD TO FEED WOODY HARRELSON!". Or some other pointless misunderstanding.

So the upshot of it all is Woody Harrelson dies of starvation, and Ellen never works with Larry David ever again.

The end.

otherwise some cock in the mailroom at work has it, and i'll need to go and break heads.