miniatures, who got sick riding in the rumble seat of a car riding with me on the way to the green itch dog show. a red rubber bib around her throat and since a rain storm came up halfway through the bronx i had to hold over her a small green umbrella. really more of a parasol. the rain beat down fearfully and suddenly the driver of the car drove into a big garage filled with mechanics. it happened so quickly that i forgot to put the umbrella down. and i will always remember with sickening distress the look of incredulity mix with hatred that came over the face of the particular hardened garage man who came over it to see what we wanted. when he took a look at me and the poodle, all garage men and people of that intolerable stripe hate poodles with their curious haircut especially with the pom-poms you have to leave on their hip if you expect the dog to win a priz. but the airedale as i have said, it was the worst of all my dogs. he really wasn t my dog. as a matter of fact, i came hom
that s hitting below the belt. i m not the bad guy. we re all friends. you guys can carpool. in the rumble seat. see the news this weekend? tiger had a tough weekend. hear about that? hey, we have big guests coming up on the show. wow, now he s trying to take over this sketch. larry: funny, george. funny stuff. thank you. larry: by the way, do you have any background with conan? are you friends? do you know him well? you know, i was on conan s show twice in 2004. in 2003, we co-hosted the emmys together. we ve been cordial and honest with each other. i think it s interesting in hollywood, this deal was brokered the way the deals used to be done. a guy comes in the office, this is my intention, if i have your blessing, this is what i m going to do. i picked up the phone, called conan on wednesday. he started to mull it over. i talked to him on sunday night, man to man, i called his number, he picked up the phone. we did it the way things used to be done, face-to-face, phone ca