Randy: Mom.
Jill: OK, OK. All right. I am a very old woman who needs glasses. There. I said it. Are you happy?
Randy: Actually, I was just gonna ask you to pass the butter.
Mark: Mom, if you're so freaked out about getting glasses, why don't you just get contacts like me?
Jill: Because I only need them for reading. Then I'll just be putting them in and taking them out all day long.
Brad: You could get those glasses on a chain like our librarian, Mrs. Potemkin.