Curb Your Enthusiasm, Season 8

Dino:
I hope you're planning on putting that stuff away somewhere.

Larry:
Yeah, I am putting it away. Right here. I have no space in here, so where do you suggest I put it?

Dino:
We've got some ground rules we've gotta make here, right? This space has to remain clean! There can be no bullshit on this counter, do you understand?

Larry:
By the way, you're the one who took my stuff out of these two cabinets and put it into this one.

Dino:
You're telling me it's unfair the amount of cabinet space that I've taken?

Larry:
Yes yes.

Dino:
There are two things about Dog that everybody knows, okay? I am clean and I am fair.

Larry:
Oh really?

Dino:
Okay? These cabinets are mine-- Look! "For Big Dog only. For Big Dog only."

Larry:
Big shit! You put the labels on, so what? You can rip the labels off.

Dino:
Don't touch the fucking labels! Look, Big Dog does not give up cabinets.

Larry:
Well, guess what, Big Dog.

Dino:
What?

Larry:
This food is staying here because I have no place to put it!

Dino:
This isn't even food. What the fuck is this? It's rabbit food.

Larry:
Oh, is that right? You got pudding in here, okay? You got fucking pudding. Gimme a break. Chocolate pretzels? Get the hell out of here! What do you got in here? Oh, cheese dips-- Come on.

Dino:
This weighs almost five lbs. You eat this? You put this in your body?

Larry:
Yeah, it's good bread. It has no yeast in it.

Dino:
It's not bread.

Larry:
That's bread, that's bread. By the way, I saw the show? It stinks. The sharks are swimming around. Nobody's even-- The sharks aren't eating anybody. Nothing's going on, just sharks swimming around.

Dino:
Are you getting negative about my show?

Larry:
Yeah, your show stinks. And you know what? I'm not calling you Dog anymore. The Dog days are over. From now on, you're Dino!

Dino:
Jesus Christ, calm down.

Larry:
Fuck you, Dog!

Dino:
You said "fuck you, Dog" to me? Take your fucking rabbit food and your goddamn five-lb bread and stick it up your fucking ass!