I Love Lucy (1951–1957): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Diet - full transcript
Lucy can be in Ricky's act, but only if she can lose 12 pounds in four days.
( lighthearted music plays)
( "I Love Lucy"
theme song playing)
( theme song ending)
Oh, boy, I ate too much.
Me, too. I can hardly move.
They make quite a
picture, don't they, Lucy?
Yeah... Porky and
Fatso taking it easy.
Please, now, please. No
nagging on a full stomach.
Besides, it's your own fault.
You put too much
food on the table.
You didn't have to
eat everything in sight.
I only ate 12 oysters.
16, But who counts?
Fred, did you really
eat 16 oysters?
You heard what the
oyster counter said.
But I was doing it for you.
I was trying to
find you a pearl.
Well, don't pick on him.
Ricky ate more oysters
than all of us put together.
Naturally.
LUCY: What do
you mean, naturally?
Because I got more Rs in
my name than anyone else.
Anyhow, the way you gals
were shoveling in that food,
I thought you were
using a conveyor belt.
Can't help it,
eating's my hobby.
Yeah, you ought
to watch that, Ethel.
'Course, it doesn't
matter what I eat
because it doesn't go to fat.
Where does it go to, thin?
For your information, loverboy,
I weigh exactly the same as
I did when we were married.
Ha!
Well, I do.
Oh, come now, Lucy.
Ethel and Fred and
I have all admitted
that we're getting a little fat.
A little, uh, puffy, perhaps.
Now, why don't you break
down and admit it, too?
Well, I'd be very happy
to join your tubby little trio
if it were true, but it isn't.
Oh, Lucy, you're among friends.
Let's be honest.
I am honest!
When Ricky and I were
married, I weighed 110,
and I weigh exactly
that right now.
We shall see.
Now, don't bother getting
those bathroom scales...
They're broken.
I fixed them this morning.
Oh.
Anyway, I'm getting a little
bored with this discussion.
Aren't you?
No.
Oh, whose side
are you on anyway?
I'm on the side of
Ricky and his puffy pal.
Okay, on the scales, champ.
This I got to see.
Come on, on the scales. No!
You're the one...
Come on, on the scales.
Oh, now, Ricky.
On the scales.
All right.
How much do I weigh?
45 pounds, and
stop leaning on us.
Okay.
132?!
On behalf of our tubby trio,
I welcome you to
our flabby foursome.
Well, now that that's over with.
What are we going to do tonight?
I don't know what
you're going to do
but I'm going out
and kill myself.
Oh, honey, so you
gained a little weight.
Is that so terrible?
A little weight?
I walked into this
room weighing 110.
I now weigh 132.
That's 22 pounds in ten minutes.
Aw, Lucy, don't cry about it.
What if I cried every
time I gained a pound?
We'd be up to our ears in tears.
Never mind, Fred.
I'm nothing but a big,
bloated bunch of blubber.
Oh, honey, now
don't talk that way.
I wouldn't want
you any different
than you are just now.
You wouldn't?
No... I like you plump.
( wailing)
I... I didn't mean it like that.
I mean, you look swell!
I'm not worried about you,
but how am I going
to look on the stage?
The stage?
Yes.
Oh, no, you're not going
to start that again, are you?
Oh, I know.
You don't want me
in show business,
but someday, in spite of
you, opportunity will knock
and what'll happen?
I'll be so big and fat,
I won't be able to get
up and open the door.
( phone rings)
Oh, honey, forget it.
You look wonderful.
( phone rings)
Hello?
Hi, Jerry.
What?
Oh, this is a fine time.
What am I supposed to
do... Dance by myself?
Okay, okay.
Well, look, try to get
some girls lined up
and we'll have
auditions in the morning.
Good-bye.
Oh, hello, Jerry? Hello...
Listen, Jerry, what was the size
of the new costume you
just bought for Joanne?
Well, get girls that size.
Good-bye.
What's the matter, Ricky?
Joanne is quitting.
Who's Joanne?
Oh, that's terrible.
Who's Joanne?
At a time like this, too.
Who's Joanne?
Why did she quit?
Who's Joanne?
She's getting married.
Who's Joanne?
She's the girl that
dances with Ricky.
Now, what was I doing wrong?
Now I got to find a girl
who can sing and dance
and teach her the
number by Saturday night.
( humming a merry tune)
I can't think of a soul.
Lucy, will you stop that
racket and let me think?
What are you so fidgety about?
Your girdle too tight?
No, I was just about to
suggest that in this very room,
there's a very pretty
and talented young lady
who is a wonderful
singer and dancer.
Who? Ethel?
Who? Ethel?
No, not her... me.
Oh.
Oh, Ricky, this is a
wonderful chance for me.
I know the number.
I can take Joanne's
place. Please?
No, that's out of the question.
Give me one good reason.
Well, you're... You're too fat.
Fat?! You said so yourself.
Plump maybe, but not fat.
Come on, Fred, we'd better go.
No, let's stay and see the fun.
Then you won't have to hang out
the bathroom window
to hear what they're saying.
Come on.
No, now you two
stay right there.
I want you for witnesses.
Ricky Ricardo, I'm asking you
to give me the same chance
you would give anyone else.
Let me come down
and audition for you
just as if I were a stranger.
You can forget you ever knew me.
That's a very tempting offer.
Oh, can I audition
for you, Ricky? Can I?
All right, all right.
You can come down and
audition in the morning.
Good! Fred and Ethel, now,
you heard that. You're witnesses.
Yeah, but it's gonna
be strictly business.
I never saw you
before in my life.
Okay, Lucy?
Lucy?
I beg your pardon.
Have we been introduced?
( playing piano)
Pardon me, but is this
where Ricky Ricardo
is auditioning girls
for the dance?
Yeah, honey, but if I had known
he wanted older women,
I'd have brought my mother.
Don't pay any
attention to her, honey.
I guess we're all auditioning
for the same part, huh?
Can I give you a tip?
Oh, yes.
I've known Ricky
Ricardo for a long time.
Oh?
You're not his type.
Hi, Marco.
Hi, girls. Sorry to
keep you waiting.
Good morning, Mr. Ricardo.
Good morning, Mr. Ricardo.
Now, let's all line
up here, please.
Let's all line up.
We might as well get started.
Let's see what you can...
See what you can do.
We'll, uh... we'll
start with a time step.
All right, Marco, go ahead.
( piano plays)
That's fine, that's fine.
That's enough for now.
That's enough for now.
That's fine.
All right, girls. That's fine.
Now, um..., you're
all size 12, aren't you?
DANCERS: Yes.
Uh... yeah.
Well, that's good
because whoever gets the job
has to wear this size-12 costume.
Now, uh... Miss...
Uh...?
MacGillicuddy.
MacGillicuddy.
Over here, please.
Yes, sir.
Now, take this costume into
the dressing room and put it on,
and then we'll see what
you can do with the number.
Yes, sir, thank you.
All right.
Miss Macgoullucuddy, uh...
how are you coming along?
( strained voice): Oh, I've
almost got the costume on.
Well, hurry up.
We're waiting.
I'll be right there.
All I have to do is fasten it.
We're waiting.
Just this one last...
( groans)
( fabric ripping)
Oh!
What happened?
It was a very small size 12.
Mira lo que lo hizo al vestido.
Mira lo que le paso el vestido.
Me dijo que tenia un size 12
y se lo puso, y lo rompio todo
para que se puso el vestido
si sabia que no
iba a caber, señora?
Gracias.
Now I got to get a new costume.
Oh, no, you don't, Mr. Ricardo.
It's only split in the seams.
I can sew it up myself.
Now, look, never
mind. Just take it off
and leave it in
the dressing room
and don't call
us, we'll call you.
Oh, but Mr. Ricardo... What?
If I get thin enough
to fit the dress,
can I have the part?
Look, the number
goes in by Saturday.
You couldn't possibly
get thin enough by then.
But if I can, can I?
All right, all right.
Now, good-bye, good-bye.
You heard him, Ethel.
If I get thin enough to fit
the dress, I can have the part.
Do you really think you can
take off 12 pounds in four days?
I'm going to get rid of this fat
if I have to chop it
off with a cleaver.
( running footsteps)
Hey, wait!
That was the last lap.
Oh, that's great.
You did that in
two-and-a-half minutes flat.
You now hold the
national indoor record
for the around-the-
fourth-floor dash.
You've done good work.
You deserve a rest period.
Thanks.
Okay, time's up.
Now, you have time
to jump this rope 500 times
before the boys
come home for dinner.
Two hundred?
One hundred?
Well, do as many as you can.
Uh... one!
Uh... two!
Uh... higher!
Oh, you poor little thing.
You've worked very hard.
Let's weigh you in.
Come on.
( grunts)
Stiffen up, Lucy.
( gasps)
Another five ounces.
In three days, you've
lost almost two pounds.
Keen.
Oh, don't get discouraged.
Only ten pounds more to go.
We'll get you into size 12.
Yeah, a size-12 shroud.
Now, take a shower and clean up.
I'll get dinner.
Dinner?
Okay.
What's the matter?
I can't seem to move.
Could you point me
in the right direction?
Thanks.
Here you are, Ricky.
Oh, thank you.
Here you are, Fred,
a nice juicy steak.
Oh, I love steak.
I hope you don't mind
us bringing Butch along?
Not at all.
If he behaves himself,
we'll give him the bone.
Oh, he's a good
dog. Best dog in the...
Here you are, Lucy.
Oh, no, that's yours.
How's your steak, Fred?
Perfect... just
the way I like it.
Is your steak all right, Ricky?
Oh, delicious. How's yours?
Fine, nice and tender. Good.
How's your celery, Lucy?
Oh, delicious, thanks.
Is it cooked enough for you?
Oh, yes, just the way I
like it, nice and tender.
Will you pass the
potatoes, Rick?
Sure thing, here you go.
Thanks.
Oh, could I have
a biscuit, Fred?
Sure, you can have a biscuit.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Want a biscuit, Ricky?
Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
Hey, Fred, could I have
the potatoes back, please?
Sure, you may.
Thank you, Fred.
You know, I'm forgetting
about poor, old Butch.
Hey, yeah, don't
forget about him.
I'm going to give him
a nice, juicy
piece of this steak.
Do you mind? Go ahead.
Come on, Butch.
Sit up there, boy.
There you are.
Sit up now.
There you go.
You going to thank me?
Huh?
Well, I can't stand anymore.
I'll be back later.
ETHEL: Ah! Stay
out of the kitchen.
FRED: How about
another biscuit, Ethel?
ETHEL: Uh-huh.
There you are.
RICKY: Hey, Fred,
string beans?
FRED: Sure, these
are good for you.
Full of iron.
ETHEL: There you are, Ricky.
RICKY: Thank you.
Hey, I didn't give
Butch anything.
Here you are, Butch.
Aren't you going to thank me?
Nice Butch, nice Butch.
( Lucy growls and barks)
Who's under there?
RICKY: Who's under the table?
Nobody here but us dogs.
Lucy.
Come out from under the table.
Now, what do you
got to say for yourself?
( barks)
Lucy.
All right, you don't have to
get nasty about it, I'm leaving.
Where are you going?
I'm going down to
the corner bakery
and smell the bread.
Okay, Lucy, let's get started
on our road work for the day.
What's that?
A human pressure cooker.
Where'd you get it?
I rented it.
You really are
determined, aren't you?
Of course... I'm going to do
that number with Ricky tonight.
Did you lose enough weight?
I've got five more
pounds to lose
and five hours to do it in.
This is my last day.
If you spend five hours in that
it really will be your last day.
Well, it's my only
chance, Ethel.
Okay, I only hope you
know what you're doing.
I do.
Check me at 6:00 tonight.
You're not really going to spend
all that time in there?
I certainly am.
All right.
They'll have to pick
you up with a blotter.
Okay, honey, it's 6:00.
How are you doing?
Lucy!
Where are you?
Lucy!
Lucy.
Is this all that's left?
Practically.
Oh, Lucy, you gave
me an awful fright.
Thank heavens you're here.
I'm here all right.
120 pounds of me.
You did it.
I'm going down to the
club and do that number.
What about that
other girl Ricky hired?
I'll take care of her somehow.
Do you really think
you can make it?
Oh, don't worry.
I'm as strong as...
as a very weak horse
but I'll make it.
( band starts a rumba)
♪ They call me Cuban Pete ♪
♪ I'm the king of
the rumba beat ♪
♪ When I play the maracas ♪
♪ I go chick-chicky-boom,
chick-chicky-boom ♪
♪ Yes, sir, I'm Cuban Pete ♪
♪ I'm the craze of
my native street ♪
♪ When I start to dance ♪
♪ Everything goes chick-chicky-
boom, chick-chicky-boom ♪
♪ There's señoritas, they
sing and how they swing ♪
♪ With this rumbero ♪
♪ It's very nice ♪
♪ So full of spice ♪
♪ And when they're dancing ♪
♪ They bring a happy
ring of vaqueros ♪
♪ Singing a song
all the day long ♪
♪ So if you like the beat, take
a lesson from Cuban Pete ♪
♪ And I'll teach you
to chick-chicky-boom ♪
♪ Chick-chicky-boom,
chick-chicky-boom ♪
♪ Si, señorita, I know ♪
♪ That you will like
the chicky-boom-chick ♪
♪ Because it's the
dance of Latin romance ♪
♪ And Cuban Pete doesn't
teach you in a hurry ♪
♪ Like Arthur Murray ♪
♪ I come from Havana and
there's always mañana. ♪
♪ So señorita... ♪
Oh, no.
♪ They call me Sally Sweet ♪
♪ I'm the queen
of Delancy Street ♪
♪ When I start to dance ♪
♪ Everything goes
chick-chicky-boom ♪
♪ Chick-chicky-boom. ♪
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya.
♪ Excuse me, Mr. Pete. ♪
Yes, ma'am.
♪ Have the Cubans
a different beat? ♪
♪ If they have,
will you teach me ♪
♪ To chick-chicky-boom
chick-chicky-boom? ♪
♪ Si, señorita ♪
♪ I know that you will like ♪
♪ The chicky-boom-chick. ♪
Yeah, man.
♪ It's very nice ♪
♪ So full of spice ♪
♪ I place my hand on your hip ♪
♪ And if you will, just
give me your hand ♪
♪ Then we shall try ♪
♪ Just you and I. ♪
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Ricky?
Yes, Lucy?
Do I get to be in the show
every night now, Ricky?
Well, I'm afraid not, honey.
You were wonderful,
but the doctors say
you got to stay in
bed for three weeks.
You're suffering
from malnutrition.
Ew...
( "I Love Lucy"
theme song playing)
( "I Love Lucy"
theme song playing)
( theme song ending)
Oh, boy, I ate too much.
Me, too. I can hardly move.
They make quite a
picture, don't they, Lucy?
Yeah... Porky and
Fatso taking it easy.
Please, now, please. No
nagging on a full stomach.
Besides, it's your own fault.
You put too much
food on the table.
You didn't have to
eat everything in sight.
I only ate 12 oysters.
16, But who counts?
Fred, did you really
eat 16 oysters?
You heard what the
oyster counter said.
But I was doing it for you.
I was trying to
find you a pearl.
Well, don't pick on him.
Ricky ate more oysters
than all of us put together.
Naturally.
LUCY: What do
you mean, naturally?
Because I got more Rs in
my name than anyone else.
Anyhow, the way you gals
were shoveling in that food,
I thought you were
using a conveyor belt.
Can't help it,
eating's my hobby.
Yeah, you ought
to watch that, Ethel.
'Course, it doesn't
matter what I eat
because it doesn't go to fat.
Where does it go to, thin?
For your information, loverboy,
I weigh exactly the same as
I did when we were married.
Ha!
Well, I do.
Oh, come now, Lucy.
Ethel and Fred and
I have all admitted
that we're getting a little fat.
A little, uh, puffy, perhaps.
Now, why don't you break
down and admit it, too?
Well, I'd be very happy
to join your tubby little trio
if it were true, but it isn't.
Oh, Lucy, you're among friends.
Let's be honest.
I am honest!
When Ricky and I were
married, I weighed 110,
and I weigh exactly
that right now.
We shall see.
Now, don't bother getting
those bathroom scales...
They're broken.
I fixed them this morning.
Oh.
Anyway, I'm getting a little
bored with this discussion.
Aren't you?
No.
Oh, whose side
are you on anyway?
I'm on the side of
Ricky and his puffy pal.
Okay, on the scales, champ.
This I got to see.
Come on, on the scales. No!
You're the one...
Come on, on the scales.
Oh, now, Ricky.
On the scales.
All right.
How much do I weigh?
45 pounds, and
stop leaning on us.
Okay.
132?!
On behalf of our tubby trio,
I welcome you to
our flabby foursome.
Well, now that that's over with.
What are we going to do tonight?
I don't know what
you're going to do
but I'm going out
and kill myself.
Oh, honey, so you
gained a little weight.
Is that so terrible?
A little weight?
I walked into this
room weighing 110.
I now weigh 132.
That's 22 pounds in ten minutes.
Aw, Lucy, don't cry about it.
What if I cried every
time I gained a pound?
We'd be up to our ears in tears.
Never mind, Fred.
I'm nothing but a big,
bloated bunch of blubber.
Oh, honey, now
don't talk that way.
I wouldn't want
you any different
than you are just now.
You wouldn't?
No... I like you plump.
( wailing)
I... I didn't mean it like that.
I mean, you look swell!
I'm not worried about you,
but how am I going
to look on the stage?
The stage?
Yes.
Oh, no, you're not going
to start that again, are you?
Oh, I know.
You don't want me
in show business,
but someday, in spite of
you, opportunity will knock
and what'll happen?
I'll be so big and fat,
I won't be able to get
up and open the door.
( phone rings)
Oh, honey, forget it.
You look wonderful.
( phone rings)
Hello?
Hi, Jerry.
What?
Oh, this is a fine time.
What am I supposed to
do... Dance by myself?
Okay, okay.
Well, look, try to get
some girls lined up
and we'll have
auditions in the morning.
Good-bye.
Oh, hello, Jerry? Hello...
Listen, Jerry, what was the size
of the new costume you
just bought for Joanne?
Well, get girls that size.
Good-bye.
What's the matter, Ricky?
Joanne is quitting.
Who's Joanne?
Oh, that's terrible.
Who's Joanne?
At a time like this, too.
Who's Joanne?
Why did she quit?
Who's Joanne?
She's getting married.
Who's Joanne?
She's the girl that
dances with Ricky.
Now, what was I doing wrong?
Now I got to find a girl
who can sing and dance
and teach her the
number by Saturday night.
( humming a merry tune)
I can't think of a soul.
Lucy, will you stop that
racket and let me think?
What are you so fidgety about?
Your girdle too tight?
No, I was just about to
suggest that in this very room,
there's a very pretty
and talented young lady
who is a wonderful
singer and dancer.
Who? Ethel?
Who? Ethel?
No, not her... me.
Oh.
Oh, Ricky, this is a
wonderful chance for me.
I know the number.
I can take Joanne's
place. Please?
No, that's out of the question.
Give me one good reason.
Well, you're... You're too fat.
Fat?! You said so yourself.
Plump maybe, but not fat.
Come on, Fred, we'd better go.
No, let's stay and see the fun.
Then you won't have to hang out
the bathroom window
to hear what they're saying.
Come on.
No, now you two
stay right there.
I want you for witnesses.
Ricky Ricardo, I'm asking you
to give me the same chance
you would give anyone else.
Let me come down
and audition for you
just as if I were a stranger.
You can forget you ever knew me.
That's a very tempting offer.
Oh, can I audition
for you, Ricky? Can I?
All right, all right.
You can come down and
audition in the morning.
Good! Fred and Ethel, now,
you heard that. You're witnesses.
Yeah, but it's gonna
be strictly business.
I never saw you
before in my life.
Okay, Lucy?
Lucy?
I beg your pardon.
Have we been introduced?
( playing piano)
Pardon me, but is this
where Ricky Ricardo
is auditioning girls
for the dance?
Yeah, honey, but if I had known
he wanted older women,
I'd have brought my mother.
Don't pay any
attention to her, honey.
I guess we're all auditioning
for the same part, huh?
Can I give you a tip?
Oh, yes.
I've known Ricky
Ricardo for a long time.
Oh?
You're not his type.
Hi, Marco.
Hi, girls. Sorry to
keep you waiting.
Good morning, Mr. Ricardo.
Good morning, Mr. Ricardo.
Now, let's all line
up here, please.
Let's all line up.
We might as well get started.
Let's see what you can...
See what you can do.
We'll, uh... we'll
start with a time step.
All right, Marco, go ahead.
( piano plays)
That's fine, that's fine.
That's enough for now.
That's enough for now.
That's fine.
All right, girls. That's fine.
Now, um..., you're
all size 12, aren't you?
DANCERS: Yes.
Uh... yeah.
Well, that's good
because whoever gets the job
has to wear this size-12 costume.
Now, uh... Miss...
Uh...?
MacGillicuddy.
MacGillicuddy.
Over here, please.
Yes, sir.
Now, take this costume into
the dressing room and put it on,
and then we'll see what
you can do with the number.
Yes, sir, thank you.
All right.
Miss Macgoullucuddy, uh...
how are you coming along?
( strained voice): Oh, I've
almost got the costume on.
Well, hurry up.
We're waiting.
I'll be right there.
All I have to do is fasten it.
We're waiting.
Just this one last...
( groans)
( fabric ripping)
Oh!
What happened?
It was a very small size 12.
Mira lo que lo hizo al vestido.
Mira lo que le paso el vestido.
Me dijo que tenia un size 12
y se lo puso, y lo rompio todo
para que se puso el vestido
si sabia que no
iba a caber, señora?
Gracias.
Now I got to get a new costume.
Oh, no, you don't, Mr. Ricardo.
It's only split in the seams.
I can sew it up myself.
Now, look, never
mind. Just take it off
and leave it in
the dressing room
and don't call
us, we'll call you.
Oh, but Mr. Ricardo... What?
If I get thin enough
to fit the dress,
can I have the part?
Look, the number
goes in by Saturday.
You couldn't possibly
get thin enough by then.
But if I can, can I?
All right, all right.
Now, good-bye, good-bye.
You heard him, Ethel.
If I get thin enough to fit
the dress, I can have the part.
Do you really think you can
take off 12 pounds in four days?
I'm going to get rid of this fat
if I have to chop it
off with a cleaver.
( running footsteps)
Hey, wait!
That was the last lap.
Oh, that's great.
You did that in
two-and-a-half minutes flat.
You now hold the
national indoor record
for the around-the-
fourth-floor dash.
You've done good work.
You deserve a rest period.
Thanks.
Okay, time's up.
Now, you have time
to jump this rope 500 times
before the boys
come home for dinner.
Two hundred?
One hundred?
Well, do as many as you can.
Uh... one!
Uh... two!
Uh... higher!
Oh, you poor little thing.
You've worked very hard.
Let's weigh you in.
Come on.
( grunts)
Stiffen up, Lucy.
( gasps)
Another five ounces.
In three days, you've
lost almost two pounds.
Keen.
Oh, don't get discouraged.
Only ten pounds more to go.
We'll get you into size 12.
Yeah, a size-12 shroud.
Now, take a shower and clean up.
I'll get dinner.
Dinner?
Okay.
What's the matter?
I can't seem to move.
Could you point me
in the right direction?
Thanks.
Here you are, Ricky.
Oh, thank you.
Here you are, Fred,
a nice juicy steak.
Oh, I love steak.
I hope you don't mind
us bringing Butch along?
Not at all.
If he behaves himself,
we'll give him the bone.
Oh, he's a good
dog. Best dog in the...
Here you are, Lucy.
Oh, no, that's yours.
How's your steak, Fred?
Perfect... just
the way I like it.
Is your steak all right, Ricky?
Oh, delicious. How's yours?
Fine, nice and tender. Good.
How's your celery, Lucy?
Oh, delicious, thanks.
Is it cooked enough for you?
Oh, yes, just the way I
like it, nice and tender.
Will you pass the
potatoes, Rick?
Sure thing, here you go.
Thanks.
Oh, could I have
a biscuit, Fred?
Sure, you can have a biscuit.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Want a biscuit, Ricky?
Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
Hey, Fred, could I have
the potatoes back, please?
Sure, you may.
Thank you, Fred.
You know, I'm forgetting
about poor, old Butch.
Hey, yeah, don't
forget about him.
I'm going to give him
a nice, juicy
piece of this steak.
Do you mind? Go ahead.
Come on, Butch.
Sit up there, boy.
There you are.
Sit up now.
There you go.
You going to thank me?
Huh?
Well, I can't stand anymore.
I'll be back later.
ETHEL: Ah! Stay
out of the kitchen.
FRED: How about
another biscuit, Ethel?
ETHEL: Uh-huh.
There you are.
RICKY: Hey, Fred,
string beans?
FRED: Sure, these
are good for you.
Full of iron.
ETHEL: There you are, Ricky.
RICKY: Thank you.
Hey, I didn't give
Butch anything.
Here you are, Butch.
Aren't you going to thank me?
Nice Butch, nice Butch.
( Lucy growls and barks)
Who's under there?
RICKY: Who's under the table?
Nobody here but us dogs.
Lucy.
Come out from under the table.
Now, what do you
got to say for yourself?
( barks)
Lucy.
All right, you don't have to
get nasty about it, I'm leaving.
Where are you going?
I'm going down to
the corner bakery
and smell the bread.
Okay, Lucy, let's get started
on our road work for the day.
What's that?
A human pressure cooker.
Where'd you get it?
I rented it.
You really are
determined, aren't you?
Of course... I'm going to do
that number with Ricky tonight.
Did you lose enough weight?
I've got five more
pounds to lose
and five hours to do it in.
This is my last day.
If you spend five hours in that
it really will be your last day.
Well, it's my only
chance, Ethel.
Okay, I only hope you
know what you're doing.
I do.
Check me at 6:00 tonight.
You're not really going to spend
all that time in there?
I certainly am.
All right.
They'll have to pick
you up with a blotter.
Okay, honey, it's 6:00.
How are you doing?
Lucy!
Where are you?
Lucy!
Lucy.
Is this all that's left?
Practically.
Oh, Lucy, you gave
me an awful fright.
Thank heavens you're here.
I'm here all right.
120 pounds of me.
You did it.
I'm going down to the
club and do that number.
What about that
other girl Ricky hired?
I'll take care of her somehow.
Do you really think
you can make it?
Oh, don't worry.
I'm as strong as...
as a very weak horse
but I'll make it.
( band starts a rumba)
♪ They call me Cuban Pete ♪
♪ I'm the king of
the rumba beat ♪
♪ When I play the maracas ♪
♪ I go chick-chicky-boom,
chick-chicky-boom ♪
♪ Yes, sir, I'm Cuban Pete ♪
♪ I'm the craze of
my native street ♪
♪ When I start to dance ♪
♪ Everything goes chick-chicky-
boom, chick-chicky-boom ♪
♪ There's señoritas, they
sing and how they swing ♪
♪ With this rumbero ♪
♪ It's very nice ♪
♪ So full of spice ♪
♪ And when they're dancing ♪
♪ They bring a happy
ring of vaqueros ♪
♪ Singing a song
all the day long ♪
♪ So if you like the beat, take
a lesson from Cuban Pete ♪
♪ And I'll teach you
to chick-chicky-boom ♪
♪ Chick-chicky-boom,
chick-chicky-boom ♪
♪ Si, señorita, I know ♪
♪ That you will like
the chicky-boom-chick ♪
♪ Because it's the
dance of Latin romance ♪
♪ And Cuban Pete doesn't
teach you in a hurry ♪
♪ Like Arthur Murray ♪
♪ I come from Havana and
there's always mañana. ♪
♪ So señorita... ♪
Oh, no.
♪ They call me Sally Sweet ♪
♪ I'm the queen
of Delancy Street ♪
♪ When I start to dance ♪
♪ Everything goes
chick-chicky-boom ♪
♪ Chick-chicky-boom. ♪
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya.
♪ Excuse me, Mr. Pete. ♪
Yes, ma'am.
♪ Have the Cubans
a different beat? ♪
♪ If they have,
will you teach me ♪
♪ To chick-chicky-boom
chick-chicky-boom? ♪
♪ Si, señorita ♪
♪ I know that you will like ♪
♪ The chicky-boom-chick. ♪
Yeah, man.
♪ It's very nice ♪
♪ So full of spice ♪
♪ I place my hand on your hip ♪
♪ And if you will, just
give me your hand ♪
♪ Then we shall try ♪
♪ Just you and I. ♪
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Ricky?
Yes, Lucy?
Do I get to be in the show
every night now, Ricky?
Well, I'm afraid not, honey.
You were wonderful,
but the doctors say
you got to stay in
bed for three weeks.
You're suffering
from malnutrition.
Ew...
( "I Love Lucy"
theme song playing)