Joy Press: “Larry David's TV alter ego is transparently modeled on his real life: a middle-aged man living comfortably on his Seinfeld fortune, married to an attractive younger woman, with lots of spare time on his hands. The couple is childless, but in a sense Larry himself plays the child and his blonde shiksa wife, Cheryl (Cheryl Hines), the reproving mother. Where Seinfeld and his pals were overgrown adolescents who covered over their emotional disconnectedness with wisecracks and trivia, Larry regresses even further: He's like a bratty toddler who hasn't learned to put anybody else first. He won't sing "Happy Birthday" at a party ("I just feel self-conscious singing it," he whines), and offends his manager's wife by refusing to tour her new house. Curb's painful comedy follows that stubborn self-absorption through to its inevitable moment of disgrace, over and over again.”
Photodude on telemarketers: “That’s why I made a choice to be on that No Call list. I made a choice about how I want the services I pay for to be used. A judge is now denying me that choice. Where do I go to sue him for the resulting loss of control over my personal property, my phone line? What is that guy’s phone number?”
It just reminds me of two of the funniest bits on Seinfeld, both of which have to do, obviously, with telemarketers.
Telemarketer: Hi. Would you be interested in switching over to TMI Long Distance service?
Seinfeld: Oh, gee, I can't talk right now. Why don't you give me your home number and I'll call you later.
Telemarketer: Uh, sorry, we're not allowed to do that.
Seinfeld: Oh, I guess you don't want people calling you at home.
Seinfeld: Well, now you know how I feel.
Telemarketer: Would you be interested in a subscription to the New York Times?
Seinfeld: Yes. [Slams down phone.]