Gracie Resolves To Stop Worring

Yes, it's George Burns and Gracie Aller. Applause How it seems Gracie went to the beauty shop this morning and hasn't returned yet.

Sugar throat, alone in the house, is engaged in his favorite pastime. Guess what? I ain't got no nobody baby, as nobody cares for me. I'm so sad and lonely, baby. What a lie! Can you change with me? What a loo do do!

The thing is I came up to walk his thing-crossing program, Ceylon! That wasn't Crosby singing. That was me! Oh, go on, it was Crosby. Oh, honest, it was me, I'll show you. I ain't got no nobody, baby!

Goodness, y'all getting to sound more like thing Crosby every day. I know. I've got to practice more, I'm slipping. Where have you been all morning? At the beauty shop with Blanche Martin. Oh, George. She was telling me about the night she married Harry.

He was so innocent and naive. What, um... What happened? Well, wait, what happened? Yeah. He sure wasn't as smart as you were. Tell me first, what did he do? He paid for the marriage license.

I was a little short that week I had to put new taps on my shoes. Oh it's beautiful. We went to a new beauty shop called Francois. Sounds classy. Oh it is. When you walk in Francois bows and kisses your hand and then he takes you to a booth and personally creates a hairstyle just for you.

I'll bet Francois expects plenty in return for all this service. Well sure when I left this, did Francois with his handout? What could I do? I kissed it. You were kissing? Mmm hmm. Grandpa looks surprised. I guess most American women don't know what to do.