Lucy Ricardo: Will you at least wait for us? Bus Driver: Go ahead. TRY me. Lucy Ricardo: "Go ahead. TRY me".
Lucy Ricardo: I'd just love a Richard Widmark grapefruit to go with my Robert Taylor orange. Ethel Mertz: What a fruit salad that would make.
Lucy Ricardo: I got a Mickey from Ricky.
Fred Mertz: We'll sue you. Ricky Ricardo: Yeah? We'll see who's gonna sue who. Lucy Ricardo: Yeah, we'll sue who's gonna see...
Ricky Ricardo: Fred, I've got an awful problem on my hands. Fred Mertz: You should have thought about that before you married her.
Lucy Ricardo: Nurtz to Mertz
Lucy Ricardo: How much do you want to bet? Fred Mertz: Ten dollars. Ethel Mertz: Well what's the matter with twenty dollars? Ricky Ricardo: What's the matter with thirty dollars? Lucy Ricardo: What's the matter with fifty dollars? Fred Mertz: What was the matter with ten dollars?
Ricky Ricardo: Why are we whispering? Lucy Ricardo: If my feet find out this was my idea, they'll kill me.
Arthur: But... You're a woman. Lucy Ricardo: Yes, my husband likes me that way.
Peggy: (Describing a boy she's got a crush on) He's got curly hair, sad puppy dog eyes and he looks like Gregory Peck. Lucy Ricardo: Sounds more like Lassie.
Peggy: Do you still know how to dance? Lucy Ricardo: (insulted) I seem to recall a few variations on the Turkey Trot.
Peggy: Ricky's middle aged. He must be pushing 23. Lucy Ricardo: Yeah he's pushing 23 alright. He's pushed it all the way to 35.
Ricky Ricardo: How do spell s'perience? Lucy Ricardo: E-x-p Ricky Ricardo: E-x? You're kidding.
Ethel Mertz: There's lots of things you're good at. Lucy Ricardo: Like what? Ethel Mertz: Well, you're awfully good at... uh... You've always been great at... Lucy Ricardo: Those are the same ones Ricky came up with.
Ethel Mertz: If I let my hair go like that you'd never let me hear the end of it. Fred Mertz: Honeybunch, if the rest of you looked like that I wouldn't care if you were bald.
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