All language subtitles for Curb Your Enthusiasm s10e03_English

(theme music playing)

♪ ♪

Larry:
Hello? Mr. Porter?

(blues song plays softly
in background)

Are you Chulu Porter?

-Who are you?
-Um...

My name is Larry David,
and I've been looking
all over for you.

-Oh. Come on in.
-Thank you.

-Have a seat.
-Um...

So...

You were the pastry chef
at the Waldorf Astoria
in New York. Were you not?

It's been a while,
long time ago.

What a hotel. I mean,
there were a couple
of problems,

like the air conditioning
was... not great, I have to say.

I like a cold room, Chulu,
you know, 64 degrees.

-Mm-hmm.
-And the tub was too small.
But besides that,

what I loved about it was,
every morning,

I'd go downstairs
to the restaurant,

and I'd have a cup of coffee,

and a scone.

-And those scones were
the best scones I've ever had...
-(Chulu chuckles)

...anywhere in my--
I've never forgotten them.

Well, I was known
for my scones.

Anyway, I'm opening up
a coffee shop, and...

I need you to make me
those scones.

I'm sorry, I haven't
touched a whisk...

20 years.

See, Chulu,
the thing is,
there's this man.

He's got this coffee place.
He's...

kicked me out of it.
He's banned me from it.

And I opened up a place
next door to his.

I've sworn revenge,
and with your help,

maybe I can get it.

-Oh, a spite store.
-Spite store, right.

Well, what's this
guy's name, anyway?

-(spaghetti western music plays)
-He goes by the name of...

Mocha Joe.

Did you say Mocha Joe?

You know him?

Nasty motherfucker.

(timer dings)

(suspenseful music plays)

Well... whatcha think?

-Pretty good!
-(laughs)

Pretty... pretty...

pretty, pretty good.

Yeah, I was just trying
to stop her from leaving,

-so as I grabbed her wrist--
-Sure, Larry, but I think--

I think we're beyond
the details of what happened
at this point,

because her attitude
has completely changed.

Alice and her attorneys
are out for blood,

and I think the priority now
is keeping this from
going public.

You know, you have, uh,
Seinfeld syndication,

you have the Hulu deal.

You don't want headlines
about you being sued

for sexual harassment
by a former assistant.

Side-sitting,
I can't believe
what it did to me.

I think, unfortunately,
we're in a different

category now,
settlement-wise.

But, uh, in your case,
I think it's eminently worth it

for the value to you
of having this thing
over with

and not lying around
to be discovered by the public.

What?
Get the fuck outta here!

-Are you kidding? What?
-Roger: Well, that's not it--

That money is not for her.

It's for a charity called
Survivors United,

devoted to victims
of sexual harassment.

-Alice's charity of choice.
-Yeah, my, my cousin Andy's wife

is involved with that.
Cassie. Yeah.
-Roger: That's great,

because in addition
to the financial remuneration,

they would like you to,
uh, make a speech.

They want me to make a speech?
What am I supposed to say?

I think she wants you to,
in a public way,

show contrition and show
that this has moved
you a step forward,

that you've evolved as
a result of this experience.

I'm gonna call Alice's attorneys
immediately to let her know

-that you're on board with this.
-(crunches)

What are you doing?

-I think I'm eating an apple.
-Okay.

I'm worried you're not
taking this seriously.

You're blithely
eating an apple here.

-We're really talking about--
-"Blithely eating"--

There's no other way
to eat an apple but blithely.

-Yeah, but I need you--
-That's how apples are eaten.

I think you're
incorrect about that.
My dad ate angry apples

-all the time.
-Larry: An angry apple?

He communicated a tremendous
amount of hostility--

-Cannot eat an apple angry.
It's impossible.
-In fact, I think

there are a lot of
emotional colors available
when eating an apple.

-Not just blitheness.
-Well, I completely
disagree with you.

I'm concerned you're not
taking this seriously.

I'm, I'm taking it seriously!
I'm gonna pay a shitload
of money,

and I'm gonna make
a fuckin' speech

about something
I-I know nothing about.

Those aren't even apples
for eating, anyway.
They're decorative.

Decorative?
What, are you kidding?

What? I've never
heard of that in my life.
Why don't you get

-the artificial fruit?
-You never heard of
decorative apples?

Yes, and they're artificial.

I never heard of anybody
using real fruit

as, for decoration purposes.

Larry, I'd feel better
if we just stopped
the eating for now,

just long enough to get
a few basic points down

-for the speech.
Okay. No eating.
-Okay. No worries.

-(apple thuds)
-I'll put the apple away.

-Just... Yeah.
-What?

Now I have a half-eaten apple
in my, uh, basket, here.

(stammers) Where are
you supposed to put it?

It's a garbage--
It's a garbage can.

Larry, it's not a garbage can.
That's a, that's...

It's an unlined receptacle

-that's sitting next to a desk.
-Yes, for garbage!

It's for paper.
It's not a lined garbage can.

How am I supposed to know
it's for paper?

If I see a garbage can,
I throw garbage in there.

I think you're conflating
garbage with paper.

-I mean, it's, really,
it's for paper, it's not...
-Yeah.

This is the oddest office.

You have fruit
that's not for eating,

you have garbage
that's not for garbage,

and you have a bathroom
that nobody can use.

It's unbelievable.

♪ ♪

Hot off the presses, baby.

This is it.
This is the scone.

-Go head. Take a bite.
-I'm good.

-What?
-I'm good.

What are you--
What are you, nuts?
Take a bite.

-I'm good.
-How are you good?

-I'll eat it later.
-All right. Fine.

Hey. So, get this.

I have to do this speech

at a Survivor's United event.

Remember that psychotic
assistant I had who thought
you were Harvey Weinstein?

This is all because of her.
I have to give a speech,

I have to give money
to the organization--

-Speech and money.
That's bullshit.
-Yeah--

-By the way, a lot of money.
-You didn't do anything!

-I know.
I didn't do anything.
-That's bullshit!

Total bullshit.
I'm so pissed.

Susie:
Ah-ah-ah, Lar.
It's fake.

-What? (scoffs)
-It's artificial fruit.

-Good, right?
-Holy mackerel.

I know.
There's no fruit flies,
nothing.

-It just sits there all day
looking beautiful.
-Holy mackerel.

My mother would
go nuts for this.

-They didn't make 'em
like that in the old days.
-Larry: No, my God.

This is a whole new technology.

Do me a favor.
Text me the number
of where you got this.

All right.
Jeff, what is that piece
of shit you're eating?

-Larry: Piece of shit?
-Susie: Yeah.

That piece of shit
happens to be a scone

that I'm gonna be selling
at, uh, Latte Larry's.

Uck. I don't like a scone.

-Oh, you don't?
Who cares what you like?
-Susie: No.

You have such pedestrian
taste anyway.

I like a delicious,
moist cupcake.

-What is that?
-Susie: What?

That picture.

Susie: What?
Oh, remember that wedding

in Malibu, the four of us?

We used to have such
good times together.

Oh, that was so nice, Jeff.
Remember that?

This picture is very
painful for me now.

Why? 'Cause Cheryl's in it?

Yeah. I want you
to take it down.

I'm not taking it down.
It's part of our history.

I'm not gonna
deny our history,
or rewrite it.

It's like looking at
a Confederate war monument.

-It's a history that's
very hurtful for me.
-Well, I'm sorry.

I want to honor our history,
our heritage.

This picture being up
is very offensive to me, Susie.

Well, I'm sorry!
Put it the fuck back!

And get that
fuckin' crusty scone
out of my house, too.

-Taste it, will ya?
-I... I'm good.

Larry:
I'm gonna go out
on a limb and tell you,

this is gonna be one
of the best scones you've
ever had in your life.

-Really? I can't wait.
Can't wait. Okay.
-I'm just telling you. Okay?

-And I'm not even
overselling it.
-They look great.

What are these?
Are these chocolate chips
or are they blueberries?

-Chips.
-Whoa.

Mm-mm.

-Mm-mm. Mm-mm. No.
-What?

-They're not good.
They're not good.
-What are you--

-What are you talking about?
-It's dry.

-What? You're crazy.
-Oh, my God.

I mean, it's like
I could out there and choke,

-eating this thing.
-Scones are, scones are dry.

-Well, then, okay.
Well, then, okay.
-They're supposed to be dry.

-Then you got
what you paid for.
-Yeah.

'Cause I've never
tasted anything dry,
this granuley.

It's like a buttermilk biscuit
without the buttermilk.

Then don't come in the store!
Go to Mocha Joe's!

Stop it.
I'm not gonna get into--
Oh, what a pretty sweater.

-Oh, this is so nice.
Where'd you get this?
-Yeah. Cheryl gave it to me.

-Cheryl gave it to me.
Get out of here.
-Where is this from?

-Who the hell cares?
-Hold on. Okay, okay.

It's like a fireplace
cardigan, is what it is.
-Huh?

Hey, Larry.

I was just gonna call you.
I'm so happy to see you.

-Larry: Oh, really?
-You're like my hero.

You gave-- He gave the biggest,
I mean, the biggest donation

-to Survivors United.
-Stop it.

-You did?
Why didn't you tell me?
-Yeah, I did.

Uh, you know,
I give to a lot of charities.

I don't tell everybody,
you know. I just...

-It's really sweet.
-Well, you know,
you were

connected with it,
so I thought

it would be a nice,
uh, gesture, you know.

-You didn't?
-Is that why you did that?

That's part of the reason,
and I think it's a great cause.

-That almost makes me cry.
That is the sweetest thing ever.
-Ha!

-And you're doing a speech.
-Wait till you hear the speech.

-Listen, I want to ask
you a favor, okay?
-Larry: Sure.

Uh, you've already
done so much,

so this shouldn't be
that big of a deal.

I just need a doodle from you.

-We're doing like an auction
with celebrity doodles.
-Doodle.

I don't really draw at all.

-It's a doodle.
-It doesn't matter.
That's the whole point.

-It's a doodle.
-It's literally like
"This is a Larry David doodle."

-Doesn't matter
what it looks like.
-I can do a doodle.

-Okay. Thank you.
Thank you, truly.
-Okay. Yeah, sure.

-Andy: You're a pal.
-Thank you for the doodle.

-Yeah.
-So what'd you get
for dinner?

Uh, we're gonna
have artichokes,

which we haven't
had in forever,

and I'm gonna roast
a chicken, and--

-What's going on?
What's going on?
-No, no, no, no.

-Please don't. No, no.
Please don't do that.
-Larry: What?

-I-- Sorry.
We don't use this.
-Cassie: Yeah.

We throw our trash
in the pantry.

So what is this?
This is a show can?

It indicates that we know
how to throw things out.

I-I can't believe
what's going on.

The same thing happened
in my lawyer's office.

Well, we like to keep
the place clean.

I was keeping the place clean

by throwing my garbage
in the garbage.

We don't even have
a liner in there.
Take a look.

-We don't,
we don't use that at all.
-I can't, I can't have it.

So if I have some garbage
in my hand and I say,

-"Where's the garbage can?"
-Yeah.

-What do you say?
-We say the garbage can

-is here.
-Garbage can is here.

-Throw it in the pantry.
-Yeah.

-Okay.
-Cassie: Okay.

♪ ♪

What the hell are
you doing here?

Yeah.
I want you to taste this.

Yeah, but you know
I don't like surprises.

Oh, shut up.

-Here. Taste this.
-Oh.

-It's a scone.
-Scone.

-Yeah.
-Forget about it.

-What?
-I would never touch a scone.

-(scoffs) Are you nuts?
-It's hard and it--

-and it breaks off.
-Yeah, it's good.

-That's the way
it's supposed to be.
-Then the powder falls

all over the floor,
and then you gotta vacuum
after you eat.

Who needs all this shit
when you're eating a snack?

-What are you,
a senile old man?
-No!

-You're eating
all over yourself? Huh?
-No. I wanna-- No.

It's the scone's fault.
If it's-- Put it away.

I'm sorry Funkhouser's
not around.

-He loves scones.
-He's in China.

-When's he coming back?
-I don't know,
but he would hate it.

He would love it.
I've had coffee with
Funkhouser many times.

Scones are his pastry
of choice. Okay?

Yeah, by the way,
what a sweater.

You know
I don't like sweaters,
but that's gorgeous.

-Really?
Okay, you know what?
-Gorgeous. What?

-Here, take it.
I don't want it.
-Oh, come on.

Cheryl gave it to me,
and I don't like the reminder.

-Thank you very much.
-It hurts me to wear it,
actually.

Well, it won't hurt me
if I ever wear it.

-All right. Are we having
lunch tomorrow?
-Zaragoza.

(with Castilian accent):
Tharagoza.

What happened?
You bite your tongue?

-It's Castilian.
-Really?
What's Castilian mean?

-Isn't that a soup?
-Castilian. It's a dialect
of, of Spanish.

And they pronounce
their "Z"s as "TH"s.

-(in Castilian accent):
Tha, Tharagoza.
-All right, but I'm paying.

You're paying for what?
Lunch?

-I, I-- You have
never paid for me.
-That's what you think.

-I'm paying, okay.
You're not gonna--
-You are not paying,

because I have my own bread,
and I can treat you.

I know you can,
and you always do.

You never let me pay,
and I'm sick of it.

-No, fuck you, and I'm paying.
-Fuck you, you're not paying.
I'm paying.

-Yeah, we'll see.
-Yeah, we'll see.

-Yeah, we'll see.
-Yeah, we will see.

Take your scones and
get the hell out of here
and I'll s--

Yeah, with pleasure.

But before I go, I think
I'll just leave you one.

-Just in case.
-Yeah, thanks a lot.

Fuck you. I'm paying,
and I'll see you tomorrow.

-You fuckin' idiot.
-(scone thunks)

-Welcome back to Zaragoza.
-Thank you very much.

Do you know I have
a reservation tomorrow?

I'm having lunch
with Richard Lewis.
You know him?

Yeah, yeah.
He always comes earlier
to leave us the card.

-I want to pay tomorrow.
-Okay.

And so, I want to beat him
to the punch.

That's why I'm here,

'cause I want to leave
my credit card.

-Now?
-Yes. This will be
for my bill tomorrow.

No, we're not comfortable
doing that.

Why? What's the big deal?

It's too much responsibility,
because it may get stolen.

Listen, listen.
He's just gonna come
very early tomorrow.

He's gonna give you
the credit card.

I want to pay.
Just take my credit card.

Beat him. Come earlier.

I, I don't wanna come
at six o'clock in the morning.
I, I, I--

I'm so sorry.
I mean, I wish I could, but I--

Wh-- Where's Francisco?
He'll take it.

-He waits on me all the time.
-Unfortunately, his auntie died.

He's at the visitación
of Concepción Zarzal.

He's where?

-His auntie died.
-Yeah.

So he's at the visitación
of Concepción Zarzal.

Concepción Zarzal?

-Yes. Yes.
-Oh, that's her name,
Concepción Zarzal.

-Oh.
-By the way,
your friend Ted Danson

came yesterday with
a very attractive blonde.

-Oh, did he?
-Yeah, they had
a fantastic time.

What, wh--

Cecilio? What was the name
of yesterday's blonde?

-Cheryl.
-Cheryl.

-You know her?
-I do, yeah.

Lucky you.

Okay.

♪ ♪

Where is the location
of that visitation?

La dirección de la visitación
de Concepción Zarzal.

Yeah. Yeah, that one.

♪ ♪

Yeah.

(voices murmuring)

(whispering):
Lo siento. Lo siento.

Lo, lo siento.

Oh, sorry. Excuse me.
Con permiso.

(sobbing quietly)

-Francisco.
-Larry.

-Lo siento. Lo siento.
-Thank you.
Thank you for coming.

-Lo siento.
-Did, did you know
my aunt, Concepción?

I didn't know her.

Um,

I'm sure she was
a wonderful woman.

-She was like a mother to me.
-Is that so?

-Yes.
-Let me ask you
a question. Are you...

working at, uh,
Zaragoza tomorrow?

-Zaragoza?
-Zaragoza.

-Yes, of course.
-Oh, okay.

-'Cause I'm having lunch
with Richard Lewis.
-Okay.

-And--
-Can, can we talk
about this another time?

Yeah, yeah.
It'll take two seconds.

Um, and he always
pays for lunch.

-I'd just like to get
a little head start on him...
-Yeah, okay, okay.

...and just give you
my credit card beforehand.

-Is that possible?
-(sighs) Please.

-Would, would you
mind doing that?
-Seriously?

Lo siento. Lo siento.
I'm sorry.

Ah, thank you.
Hey.

-What the--
What are you doing here?
-Me? What are you doing here?

-What are you doing here?
-Francisco, I'm so sorry.

(whispering):
Hey, I've already paid.
You're too late. Get lost.

-Yeah, I've already paid.
-Don't even start it.
I always have to pay--

-Give me that card.
Give me that card.
-No!

No, no. Don't.

(guests gasping. murmuring)

(Larry, Richard grunting)

Larry:
Give me that. Urgh.
Give it!

Give it! Aah! Aah!

Larry:
Hey, did, uh,
did you try the scone?

Yeah, yeah.

You know, I--
I didn't love it.

-Are you kidding?
-It's like a fancy muffin.

Don't say it's
a fancy muffin, Jeff.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

What aren't you getting?
It's a fancy muffin.

It's like you're saying
roast beef is chicken.
Roast beef is not chicken.

Eh.

-Did Susie like it?
-Fuckin' hated it.

-Okay, fuck you guys.
You're so stupid.
-Hated it. Hated it.

And could you do me
one favor, please?

Can you take down that
picture of me and Cheryl?

-In your house?
-Susie won't let me.

Su-- Oh, you,
you know what,
I can't even...

What the fuck?

Holy shit.

Let me tell you something.
Get used to it.
He's gonna be everywhere.

It's a big movie.
Billboards,

talk shows,
everywhere you look,
it's gonna be Ted Danson.

Inundated, that's
what we're gonna be.

You know, he came
to my house last year,

asked me if he can
go out with Cheryl.

I said no,
but he did it anyway.

-Jeff: What kind
of friend is that?
-Larry: I don't know.

-Your most
vulnerable moment.
-Yeah.

You're getting divorced.
Oh, and he's gonna

-swoop in and take your ex-wife.
-No. Friends don't do that.

-Both: Friends don't do that.
-Larry: No, they don't.

-Who does something--
-Larry: Who does
something like that?

That motherfucker!

-(grunts) Son of a bitch!
-What are you doing?

No, no, no, no!
Larry!

-(thuds)
-Larry: Aah!

-(Jeff groaning)
Oh, my tongue!
-Oh...

(Jeff stammering)

-(lisping): I can't believe
you did something like that.
-Uh...

Bit my fuckin' tongue.

-Fuck.
-I'm so sorry.

Jeff:
Oh, goddamn it!

♪ ♪

Leon:
Ah, yeah.

Stir it up real good.

Put a little tea,
a little bit of
lemonade together.

-Mm-hmm.
-Hello, Arnold Palmer.

-Congratulations.
-That motherfucker
got away with that shit.

-Yeah, I didn't think he was
the first one to do it.
-Fuckin' right.

You know how many times
I fuckin' put milk and
Mountain Dew together?

You know what I mean?
I could have had my own--

my own fuckin' drink,
the Leon Black.

Milk and Mountain Dew?
Disgusting.

There's certain taste buds
that you motherfuckers like.

But you get away with that shit.
I don't know how the fuck
you get away with it.

When you say
"you motherfuckers," you're
referring to white people?

Of course I am.
You motherfuckers

will accept all kind of
stupid shit in your mouth.

-Oh, is that so? Oh.
-Escargots, and, and,
and fuckin' wheat grass.

Who the fuck drinks
fuckin' grass?

-Oh, okay, okay. I-I must--
-What kind of motherfucker,
cutting your grass?

And what about, um,
chitlins?

-Humph. (sniffs)
-And pigs' knuckles?

-Hmm.
-And pigs' brains
and pigs' feet?

Anything to do with the pig.

-Huh?
-Touché, motherfucker.

-Touché.
-Motherfucker.

Right there.
Hey, man.

(chuckles) Shit.
What the fuck is that?

I hope your speech is better
than that goddamned doodle
right there.

Hey, fuckface,

you really shouldn't be
insulting a doodle.
It's a doodle.

It's just horrible.
Are you fuckin'
kidding me, man?

Whoo!

(chomps, groans)

-(screams)
-What the fuck?
That's artificial fruit!

-(lisping):
Is my tooth chipped?
-It's chipped!

-(lisping): Is my tooth chipped?
-Yes! You chipped it!

-What the fuck, Larry?
-What, what are you eating
artificial fruit for?

Who the fuck puts
artificial fruit on the table?

I don't know.
I saw it at Jeff's house.
I liked it.

You put the shit on the table,
in the fucking kitchen!

What the fuck else
am I gonna do with it?

-I don't know.
You couldn't tell?
-No! You should put

that shit somewhere else,
like the living room
or somewhere

where nobody's gonna
fuckin' eat it!

My tooth is chipped.

Sorry.

(patrons chatting)

How do you serve eggs
without toast?
It's unbelievable.

Some people are allergic
to toast.

Is that an answer?
What is that?

-(chuckles)
It's, it's imbecilic.
-Are some people--

Why is it imbecilic?

Well, everybody,
you can't serve the eggs
without the toast.

-Yes--
-They're a team.

You know, you are
like a president
in the 18th century

on the back of a train,
saying, "And there will
always be toast!"

-(Larry chuckling)
-"With eggs!

And two turkeys
in every garage!"

Stop lecturing the world
on your point of view.

Ah. Excuse me.

Oh. Yes, sir.

Um, there's no toast
with the eggs.

Lo siento.
Our cocinero Cecilio
must have forgotten.

-All right. All right.
Thank you very much.
-Lo siento.

-You're driving him nuts, man.
-What is this?

-What is what?
-The sweater.
You're wearing the sweater?

-It's a gift.
-I told you before,

I didn't want to see it anymore.
It has painful memories for me.

-So take it off.
-What kind of gift is that?

(stammers) I'll wear
whatever I want.
It's mine now.

-This is selfish.
It's very selfish.
-How can it be selfish?

-You gave me an espresso
machine from Rome.
-Okay. Yeah?

-I'm gonna throw it out?
-Okay, take off that sweater.

-I'm not takin' it off.
It's mine.
-I want you to take--

-I want you to take off
that fuckin' sweater.
-Hey, are you out of your--

Hey, get the fuck, hey--

Get out of here!
Hey, stop.

-(indistinct muttering)
No. Don't touch me!
-Oh. Oh!

Um, yeah.
Thank you.

-Here's your toast.
-Larry: Thank you.

And, uh, Señor Lewis.

-Oh, yes.
-The check.
Thank you so much.

-What? What are
you talking about?
-As always. Thank you, really.

-It means a lot. Thank you.
-No, no, no, no.
I gave Francisco my credit card.

Francisco is not here.
He is mourning the death
of his aunt,

Concepción Zarzal.

Richard:
God bless you,
and God bless him,

and his aunt, and...
Generous tip, by the way.

-Oh, yes. Thank you.
-As usual. Am I right,
or am I wrong?

-Larry: Ah!
-Larry David.

Well, well.
Hello, Laverne!

It's so good to meet you.
I have a cold.

-You have a cold.
-I don't want to get you sick.

You have--
That is so considerate
of you.

Thank you so much.
You know what?

-Most people don't do that.
-(coughs, clears throat)

-They keep it to themselves.
-I like to think...

what would I want someone to do
if I were on the other side.

And I want someone to tell me,
and I want them to protect me.

-You know what you're doing?
You're golden-ruling it.
-I'm golden-ruling it.

You're golden-ruling it,
Laverne.

You know, Larry,
I just wanted to take
this moment to say

how grateful I am
for you to be here.

I think it's so important
that straight white men,

particularly in your age group,

be part of the movement.

And I think you, Larry,
are gonna be a role model
to so many people.

-And you'll be introducing me?
-Absolutely.

Do you know what
you're gonna say yet?
I have a couple of ideas.

-Oh, yeah. What?
-I think you can introduce me
sort of as a, uh...

as a Renaissance man.

-Oh!
-You know, a guy who...

speaks six languages.

You speak six languages, Larry?
Oh, my God.

-That's amazing.
-No, I, I only speak
one language.

Yeah, I know a little bit
of Yiddish.

Vo den? Vos machstu.

What a meshugganah.

(speaks Yiddish)
You know, a couple things
I picked up from my parents.

So you want me to get onstage
at a charity and lie?

No, you just say these things.
It'll, it will impress them.

You wanna impress people
with lies?

Well, how else do you
impress them?

Larry, I, I--

First of all, I don't lie.

So much of this event
is about being in the truth.

All right. You know what?
Introduce me any way you'd like.
How about that?

-Okay.
-By the way, you know,
I have a, uh, I have a friend.

Marty Funkhouser,
his daughter...

is transitioning to be a man.

-That's beautiful.
That's so beautiful.
-Yeah.

Can I ask you a question about
the whole transitioning thing?

-Okay.
-Okay, like,
I'm an organ donor,

and on my driver's license,
it says I'm an organ donor.

Can you, can you donate

a-a penis to a person
who's transitioning?

-'Cause that's not--
-You...

How about this one?
Could a white transitioner

get a black penis?

Okay. I-I think I got it.

I think I understand.
All righty, Larry. It was...

great to...
great to meet you.

-Okay. See you out there.
-(whispers): Okay.

Larry, how are you?

How about this, huh?
Nice event, huh?

Wha-- wha--
What the hell is this?

What?

-This sweater. Wh--
What are you doing?
-I know.

-Isn't it nice?
-Okay. Take it off.

Okay?
I want you to take it off.

What are you talking about?

I don't want you
to wear that sweater.

-Why?
-'Cause Cheryl gave it to me.
I gave mine to Richard,

'cause I didn't wanna be
reminded of it,

and now you're
reminding me of it.

-I'm not taking this off.
-Take it off.

-It goes with
all my pants, it's great.
-Cassie: Yes. Sexy.

-Take it off.
-What are you--
Get out of here!

Larry, stop it.
He's got like a polo shirt
on under this.

-Yeah, I got a golf shirt.
I can't take this off.
-We're at an event!

Okay, anyway,
can we talk about
something important?

-Yeah, sure.
-Okay. I'd like to talk
to you about this.

Okay.
What about it?

This is the doodle
you give me for charity?

-Yeah.
-It's terrible, Larry.

-We can't use this.
-Larry: You said it doesn't
matter what it looks like.

-It's a doodle.
-No. This is a doodle.

-This is Christine Lahti's.
-That's a doodle?

-Cassie: That's a doodle.
-Andy: This is beautiful.

Larry: That is not a doodle.
That is a work of art, okay?

-You know what?
-This is gonna get
so much money.

-So much money.
This, what? A nickel?
-This is--

-Honest to God--
-I'll give you two pence.

You're not holding it
the right way.

-You hold it like this. Okay?
-Oh, oh!

That's so much better.
Let's get it framed!

Yeah, you know,
it could be anything.

Could be a roller coaster.
It could be a shoe.

It could be a large intestine.
You gotta think a little bit.

Oh, I'm think-- You know
what it is? It's what you find
in a large intestine.

-That's what that is.
-Andy: Oh, my gosh. Wow.

-It's a piece of shit. It is!
-Okay, yeah?

It is, honestly, that's
what I think of it, okay?

Because we can't sell it.
We can't do anything with it.

I gotta hang this up.

-See this?
-Larry: Oh, oh.

-You're throwing
it in there?
-Whoops!

-Oh, now it's a garbage can.
-Yeah, and that's garbage.

-So thank you.
-Oh, yeah, thank you.

(lively chatter)

Larry:
Christine.

-Yes.
-Hey. Larry David.

-Hey, Larry.
How are you?
-Hi.

-I'm good.
-Good. I'm kind of surprised
to see you here.

-Oh, yeah? Why's that?
-Um, I don't know. I mean,

you're known for other things.

Not your activism,
or your advocacy for women.

No, I've spent
a good deal of my life
advocating for women.

-Well, I didn't know that.
-And, and, and pursuing them.

-Right. Purs--
Right. Okay. Yeah.
-Yes.

That's advocacy in a way,
in that I'm pursuing them,
I want them.

-I'm advocating for them
by pursuing them.
-Right. Okay.

Especially if, uh,
sex resulted from it,
that would be fine.

That's not exactly
what I meant.

But, you know,
it's a cause that
I really believe in,

and I'm really passionate
about, so I'm just...

-happy to hear
that you are, too.
-Oh, yes. Of course.

But anyway, um, so,
did you do a doodle?

-Did you-- I didn't--
-Uh, yes, I did.

-I didn't, I didn't-- Oh.
-No, it's not on the wall.

It's not on the wall.
I noticed your doodle
is on the wall.

-Yes. Yes.
-Yeah.

-Do you like it?
-I like it. I think
it's very well done.

-How long did it
take you to do that?
-I mean, maybe,

I don't know, 20 minutes,
half, half an hour.

-Half an hour?
-I didn't, I don't--
I didn't time it.

Yeah, but that's not a doodle.
That is not a doodle.

-It's a doodle.
They're all doodles.
-No, it's not a doodle.

That's a p--
Yeah, this is like
the Louvre, this place.

-I mean, come on.
I, I-- You know what?
-Christine: Yes.

-What was yours like?
-It was open to interpretation.

-Oh, abstract.
-That's the beauty
of a doodle.

You don't know
what it is.

Okay. Did you put
any effort into it?

I put the same amount of effort
I put into the doodle

as I would if I was
talking on the phone
doodling.

-Which is to say, none.
-Larry, Larry.

if you don't put
effort into it,

it just smacks of,
I'm sorry to say this,

it smacks of kind of
a white male privilege.

You know, that you don't
have to put any effort
into anything,

you could get away
with anything, because
you're a white man. Right?

Oh, that's just...
That's just nonsense.

Well, then,
why didn't you
put effort into it?

I'm the only one
who followed instructions

out of everybody on this wall.

-There's no doodles here.
-I think--

-They're all doodles, in fact.
-None of them are doodles.

Passionate doodles,
because we care
about this cause,

-and you don't.
-Oh, I don't care
about the cause?

-No, I don't think you do.
-Oh, I don't? I don't, huh?

-What is that?
-What is that, a doodle?

That's a speech
that I'll be giving that
you'll be listening to

-and apologizing to me later...
-I don't think so.

-...for ever talking
to me like this. Okay?
-I don't think so.

-Who wrote that?
Your assistant?
-I wrote it.

And it took a lot
less time than it took

-for you to do that painting.
I can tell you that.
-Well, yeah--

Announcer:
Ladies and gentlemen,
Laverne Cox.

(cheering)

Woo!

Laverne:
Good afternoon.

My name is Laverne Cox,
and I am so honored
to be here

with each and every one of you,

and to welcome you
on behalf of Survivors United.

Now I know these events
can be triggering,

but I want to remind you
that you are more
than your pain.

I want to remind you
that you are more than
what happened to you.

Our first speaker.

We know them as the cocreator

of the legendary sitcom
Seinfeld.

Please join me in welcoming
Larry David.

-(cheering)
-Oh, this is so nice of you.

Well, thank you.
Thank you so much.

Ah, stop it.

Oh, no. To you. To you.
You're the heroes.

You're the heroes.

(cheering continues)

-Whoa!
-(audience gasps)

(audience booing)

-Asshole!
-What are you doing?

-No, she has a cold!
-(booing)

-Alice: What is wrong with you?
-She has a cold!

-You're such a disgrace!
Why would you even come here?
-(angry booing)

-She has--
-Alice: Honestly,
what is wrong with you?

-Tell 'em you have a cold!
-Alice: Asshole!

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-You need to go home!

-(thudding)
-Hey! Hey!

Alice: My God!

-(angry shouting)
-Alice: What the hell?

Larry:
Hey! Hey!

(angry shouting continues)

Well, what was
I supposed to do?
She had a cold.

-She had a cold?
She had a cold.
-Larry: Yeah.

What if she didn't have a cold?

Ah, well...

You're supposed to kiss her.
It's a social nicety.

No, I, you know--
I, I--

All right, well now we gotta
walk this back, I mean,
the optics, Larry.

The optics were terrible.
This was the way out,
do you understand that?

-This, this was, this was
supposed to be the olive branch.
-Okay.

Okay, okay. I'll, I'll...

make out with Laverne Cox
on national television.

We'll-- I'll have a make-out
session with her.

No, forget that.
How about a,
a, a, a nice hug.

I'll give her a hug.

-All right, we'll spitball.
-You know.

-But let me set up
the meeting, okay?
-Slow dance with her.

-A slow dance.
-Okay. Okay.

But more of
an old-fashioned dance.

-Not, not, you know--
-I, I, I--

Don't, don't come up
with any more ideas.

Okay? Our problem is
that Alice does not feel

that what happened was
a good-faith fulfillment
of the agreement.

Alice, Alice, Alice, Alice.

Oh, I am so sick of this woman!

-Roger: So she is now seeking--
-I'm so sick of her!

She is now seeking
a personal settlement,

on top of the original donation
and speech.

I felt sorry for her.
That's why I hired--

What are you doing?
You're writing down again?

Are you kidding?

Oh, get the fuck outta here!

-That's insane!
-Well, that's the price
of buying back your legacy,

my friend.
That's where we are.

Wait, wait. I got an idea.
Remem--

Remember that old, uh,
John Lennon, Yoko Ono album

where they're in bed together?
The bed-in? Whatever that was?
-Yeah.

I'll be in bed with Laverne Cox.

Some kind--
We get a picture.

-Okay. How about this?
-You know?

I think there is one last
glimmer of hope,

if we're lucky enough
to execute it.

And that is to sit down
face-to-face, one last time,

if they will have it,
with Alice and her attorneys,

and explain that what happened
was a legitimate
misunderstanding.

You know what? I think
you should put me on
the phone with that attorney.

Black women really like me.

Let me set up the meeting,
and then we'll go from there.

-You okay with that?
-Yeah. I mean, sure.

Roger:
Good.

Oh, have an apple.

-What?
-Yeah.

-Maybe I overreacted
last time. Have one.
-Wow.

Very proud of you!

You are making progress.

-Aah. Larry-- No, no!
-(cracks)

Larry: Oh! Oh!
(spitting)

-What the fuck?
-Oh, my God.

-(screams)
-Roger: Oh, my God!

(screams)

(shrieking)
I chipped my tooth!

I didn't think you'd bite it.
It was artificial!

Then what the fuck did
you offer it to me for?

I thought you'd pick it up
and think it was great.

-What are you,
fucking stupid?
-I'm sorry.

(lisping):
You're sorry?
You're sorry?

You think you're sorry?

Shove it up your ass!

(announcer speaks indistinctly)

(lisping):
Kill that bastard.
I should sue him!

At least yours
was an accident.

My lawyer, he offered me
the fruit on purpose.

At least I didn't
offer it to you.

(lisping):
Well, now you know
how I feel.

You smirked when I bit it.
You smirked!

-(stammers) There was
no smirk. Get out of here.
-Smirk.

And my dentist, also.
What?

Can't see me till tomorrow?
I need that? It's an emergency!

(phone chiming)

Hello?

(lisping):
Suspicious activity?
On my credit card?

A thousand dollars
of papas bravas,
manchego cheese, paella?

Uh! No!

I didn't order that.
But I know who did!

Francisco Zarzal.
Cancel my credit card!

Come on. we have to find
Francisco Zarzal.

-Francisco Zarzal.
-Let's go.

Larry:
This guy's got some nerve.

He play you
for a sucker.

-He play you for
a straight sucker.
-Yeah.

-It's stealing. It's just
stealing, plain and simple.
-It's bullshit.

It's bullshit.
This is bullshit.

-What the--?
-You'll see. Take a ride.

-Jeff: All right.
-Leon: Bullshit.
Straight bullshit.

(sighs)

He's playing us
for suckers.

(lisping):
Why do you sound like that?

I chipped my tooth.
How about you?

My tongue's all swollen.
It sucks.

I have to call Zaragoza.
See if I can track down
Francisco Zarzal.

(tires screech)

♪ ♪

-(Leon clears throat)
-Wow.

(lisping):
Look at this.
This has to be it.

-What is this?
- Lo siento. Lo siento.

-Lo siento. Lo siento.
-Leon: Multo lo siento.

-Lo siento.
-Leon: Multo lo siento.

Excuse me. Have you seen
Francisco Zarzal?

He's a server at Zaragoza?

No, I haven't seen Francisco.

-Lo siento.
-Lo siento.

-Lo siento.
-Lo siento. Lo siento.
Lo siento.

(sighs)

I don't see him anywhere.
You know what I see?

I see everything I paid for:
Floral arrangements,
the candles,

the alcohol, everything.

-Look at the sumptuous spread.
-Yeah.

I paid for that, too.
Come on. Let's eat.

-Hey, where the fuck you--
-Hey, hey. I'm already
going this way.

-Give me a plate.
-(plates clattering)

-Leon: Gimme some of that.
-(silverware, dishes clattering)

-Give me some eggs.
-No toast?

-There's no toast.
-You?

Again with the toast?

You have to have toast
when you eat eggs.
It's a necessity.

What are you
even doing here?

(scoffs)
Francisco!

Excuse me.

-Excuse me.
-Excuse me.

Hello, Francisco.

It seems as if
you've been using...

my credit card.

What do you have to say
for yourself?

Excuse me, this is not a
conversación en la recepción
de Concepción Zarzal.

Will you repeat that, please?

I don't think this is a
conversación en la recepción
de Concepción Zarzal.

We do it in Zaragoza.

(lisping):
Oh, the conversation.

(stammers) You want to have
the conversation at Zaragoza.

Were these charges
from Zaragoza?

No, not from Zaragoza.
From here.

Or perhaps this is a mistake,

because our cards,
they look very similar.

-But perhaps I used the number,
but I don't under--
-Larry: Similar?

How are they similar?
The numbers are not the same.

The names are
certainly not the same.
One says Larry David,

the other says
Francisco Zarzal.

-It's not Zarzal,
it's Tharthal.
-(lisping): Zarzal.

-Tharthal.
-(lisping): Zarzal.

-Tharthal.
-(lisping): Zarzal.

-Tharthal!
-(lisping): Zarzal.

-Tharthal! Hijo de puta.
-(lisping): Zarzal?

- Oye. You're making fun
of the way we speak.
-No!

-No, I'm not making fun.
My tooth is chipped.
-Don't mock me.

-Lo siento.
-Lo siento.

-They're making fun.
-They're making fun.

-Larry: What? No, no, no!
-You're making fun.

-What are you doing?
No, no, no, no.
-Lo siento.

-Lo siento!
-Lo siento!

-No disrespect!
No disrespect!
-Lo siento!

They're making fun of us.
They're disrespecting us.

(nervous chatter)

(yelling)

Leon:
Motherfuckers! (muttering)
Get the fuck off me!

Lo siento. Lo siento.
Lo siento.

-Basura!
-Basura!

No dumping in the garbage can!
No dumping in the garbage can!

I said lo siento!
I said lo siento!
I said l o siento!

( Three Stooges theme plays)

(car door shuts)

(beeps)

(shouting on TV)

(instinct shouting,
guns firing on TV)

Sir, the Union
broke through our lines,

and our troops have
retreated across
the Appomattox.

(dramatic music plays on TV)

Gentlemen, I believe
I need some time to myself.

Narrator (on TV):
Ted Danson is... Lee.

(scoffs quietly)

Ahem.

-So, look, I'm sure we'll go
over all this stuff upstairs--
-I don't think we should speak

unless our attorneys
are present.

You just have to know that
that whole thing was a--
It was a huge--

The audience misunderstood
because I, I, she had a cold.

You made a mockery
of the entire event.

You made a mockery of
sexual harassment survivors.

And you violated
the terms of our agreement.

I think we should just
wait for the lawyers.

Yeah, I had, I had
a whole speech prepared.
It was a great speech.

I talked about Gloria Steinem.
You know, I had a picture of her

up on my wall when
I was a teenager.

She was really attractive.

Excuse me?

No?

That's just completely
inappropriate.

Okay. You know what?
Are you hungry?

Um, a little.

Stay right there.
I have something for you.

Don't, don't move.
Stay right there.

-If the elevators come,
I'm getting in one.
-(beeping)

Okay. All right.

-Here you go.
-What is this?

This is a scone.
They're fantastic.

-(elevator dings)
-Why do you have these?

Well, because I have a, uh,
I'm opening up a store.

T-try it. You'll love it.
Thank you.

Huh?
What do you think?

Pretty good, right?

Yeah. Darn right,
they're good.

(coughs)
Ahem.

-It's so dry.
(coughs)
-Dry? Dry?

(coughs, gags)

-Can't breathe.
-Uh?

Oh, my God!
What? Heimlich? Oh!

-Uh... Oh.
-(choking)

Ooh.

(gagging)

Oh. Aah!

(body thuds)

(elevator dings)

(theme music playing)

You don't invite
a divorced couple to a wedding,

it's a very
combustible situation.

You should--
Two sides, pick one!

♪ (MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

I need your weights, by the way.

-SUSIE GREENE:
What do you mean?
-For the plane.

I'd rather be dead in
the Sea of Cortez

than have you know what I weigh.

-Oh! ¿Qué pasa, Larry?
-What?

-Are you kidding me?
-Yeah, not bad, huh?

-How's your room?
-It stinks!

SUSIE:
Why did you even come here?

'Cause everybody was going.
It was presented to me
like it would be fun.

-SUSIE: We're having fun.
-JEFF GREENE: It is fun.

Yeah... I'm having fun.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪