The Golden Girls1985

Blanche Devereaux:
Did I ever tell you girls I met my husband George on Christmas Eve?

Rose Nylund:
Oh, Blanche! How exciting!

Blanche Devereaux:
Let me tell you just how exciting a Christmas Eve can be. I was home from college on Christmas vacation, when my best friend, Lisa Jane Biedler fixed me up with the most beautiful boy I've ever laid my eyes on.

Dorothy Petrillo Zbornak:
George.

Blanche Devereaux:
No, this was Richard Jay Wilde. And believe me, his name said it all! Huh-huh-huh! We must've pulled over on the side of the road five times on our way to that Christmas dance. Ha-hah!

Rose Nylund:
It's always best to drive defensively over the holidays.

Blanche Devereaux:
Anyway, when we finally got to the dance, why, Richard dropped me off, and I turned and ran smack into a man so gorgeous he made Richard Jay Wilde look like a pre-pubescent choirboy.

Rose Nylund:
George.

Blanche Devereaux:
No-no, no. Ernie Willis. Well, Ernie smiled. And the next thing I knew, we were dancing in a local bar. When all of a sudden I heard a deep voice say, "Hm-hm... May I cut in?" Well when I turned, I saw the man I knew I was gonna spend the rest of my life with.

Albert:
George.

Blanche Devereaux:
Uh, no. No. Thomas Pennville. Uh-huh. Well, after Thomas and I left...

Dorothy Petrillo Zbornak:
Blanche! I could get herpes listening to this story!