ARTHUR: Oh man... not the towel. We've talked about this... GRAMP (In a towel): What's with the shower this morning? There's almost NO water pressure.
GRAMP (In a towel): It had all the force of a 90-year old man spitting on you. ARTHUR: "...A 90-year old man spitting on you"? How did you even come up with that?
GRAMP (In a towel)
GRAMP (In a towel): You've clearly never played poker at the senior citizens center. ARTHUR (holding up leg): But c'mon man... NO TOWELS. Seriously. Your stomach hairs grow in weird little curly-q patterns.