The Golden Girls1985

Blanche:
Wait a minute, Rose. Is that my Cabana Club beach towel you have there?

Rose:
Is it this one with the naked man and woman being swept up in the waves?

Blanche:
Yes, that's it. You can't use this towel. [takes towel from Rose]

Dorothy:
Blanche, Blanche, it's an emergency. We'll replace it next week. [takes towel from Blanche]

Blanche:
Oh, no, you cannot replace this towel. There are too many fond memories attached to this towel. [attempts to wrest towel from Dorothy]

Dorothy:
Blanche, please. I am in no mood to hear about the parade of endless sexual encounters that you have experienced up and down the Florida coastline, with only this towel between your hot flesh and the cold, wet sand!

Blanche:
I brought my son, Skippy, home from the hospital in this towel, Dorothy.

Dorothy:
You're lying, Blanche.

Blanche:
Damn, you're good.