The Producers1968

Leo:
Mr. Bialystock, I cannot FUNCTION under these conditions! [pulls out his blue blanket and hugs it] You're making me extremely nervous.

Max:
What is that, a handkerchief?

Leo:
What? [hides his blue blanket behind his back] Oh, it's nothing.

Max:
Nothing? Then why can't I see it? [grabs Leo's blue blanket out of his hand]

Leo:
[gasps] M-MY BLANKET! MY BLUE BLANKET!! GIMME MY BLUE BLANKET!!! [goes crazy]

Max:
Sshhh! Here, here, here! Don't panic! Don't panic. [hands Leo's blue blanket back to him. Leo calms down]

Leo:
[sighs] I'm sorry. I don't like people touching my blue blanket. It's not important, it's a minor compulsion. I can deal with it if I want to. It's just that I've had it ever since I was a baby, and I find it very comforting. [kisses his blue blanket and puts it back in his pocket]