Lucy, I'm home!
Ricky!
Lucy, you bought that new hat!
Yes; doesn't it look smart?
If I told you once, I told you a thousand times; no more new hats!
But, Ricky...I saw it in the window at Gimble's and I just had to have it.
Lucy, we simply cannot afford it. Now, you just have to take it back.
But, Ricky...
Take it back.
No. I won't do it.
Fine. I'll do it.(He takes the hat off of her head, and she starts crying; somebody knocks at the door, and Ricky opens it) Lucy, look. It's Fred and Ethel Mertz, our wacky next-door neighbors.
Ah, for corn's sakes, what's the matter with Lucy now?
Aw, she's all mad 'cause I won't let her have this new hat.
Ethel, I bet Fred would let you buy a new hat.
Are you kidding? It's been 10 years since Fred let me buy new underwear.
Well, I guess if I can't have a new hat, then I'll have to put this trophy on my head.(She does so; the trophy completely covers her head)
Lucy! Take the trophy off your head!
Oh, all right.(She tries to take off the trophy; it's stuck) It's stuck!
Oh, no!
Hang on, honey. We'll help you.
All right. I'll grab her; you two pull.
One...two...three...
Aw, c'mon, honey. Let's go down to my apartment and bake something.
Women...ai, yai-yai, yai-yai...
Yep. Women. Can't live with 'em...can't stand 'em.
Hello? What; that's wonderful!(He hangs up) Fred, I have wonderful news!
Ethel fell down the stairs?
No; that was my agent! There's a big Hollywood movie producer, and he wants me to be in his new picture! He's on his way right now!
A big Hollywood movie producer comin' here to see you! Holy Toledo.
He'll be here any minute; uh, I'd better go get ready!(He departs)
I'll help you with your pants!
Wonderful!
Ricky...it's me, the big Hollywood movie producer!
Be right down! Have a seat!
'Kay.(The producer sits down on the couch, and Lucy and Ethel return)
Ethel! Look!
There's a strange man on your couch!
He must be a burglar!
Put a bucket on his head!
Right!(She does so)
Spin him...I'll get my saxophone!(Lucy grabs her saxophone and plays)
Grab him!
Good job, girl!
C'mon!
I'll get my frying pan!
I'll get the turkey!(Ethel hits the producer with the turkey; Lucy hits him with the frying pan; Ethel kicks him in his right shin; Lucy prepares to punch him) Give it to him, Lucy!
Nice punch.
Thanks, girl. Let's go tell the boys.
Where's the Hollywood movie producer?
Hollywood movie producer?!
Lucy...you got some 'splainin' to do!
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