- i'm mildred foster, alfred kramer's girl. - oh, you're the lap he sat on, come on in. - i told alfred to meet me here, but i'm a little early. i have a problem. - well, she certainly came to the right place, didn't she blanche? i'm mrs. morton. - hello. - [blanche] hello. - [gracie] now, what's your problem? - well, you made alfred take his glasses off, and then you got him to put them on again, and now i want you to get him to take them off again. - why? - when alfred phoned me and told me he was wearing glasses, i knew i was in trouble. he's never really seen me! - but you're a very attractive-looking girl! - certainly! - i'm not! i'm plain and ordinary and drab. - well, look at blanche. (audience laughs) - [blanche] huh? - she felt the same way when she was your age, but look at her now. alfred's crazy about her, he sat in her lap, too. (audience laughs) - yep. (doorbell rings) - that must be alfred... - oh, well, now, don't worry. i'll get his glasses off again. (gracie and alfred laughing) (audience laughs) - well, alfred, i've got news for you. this morning glasses were in and n