02x25 - Lucy's Last Birthday

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Oh, good morning, Mrs. Trumbull.

Morning.

Well!

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, Mrs. Ricardo

Happy birthday to you.

Well, thank you very much, Mrs.
Trumbull,

but today isn't my birthday.

It isn't?

No.

But I wrote the date down

when the Mertzes gave you

that birthday party last year.

Can't understand

how I could have made such a mistake.

When is your birthday?

Never.

What?

I had my last birthday a year ago
today.

Oh.

So you've reached that point.

Mm-hmm.

I know how you feel.

I stopped having birthdays

when I was your age.

At least I think I was your age.

How old are you?

How old were you when you stopped?

Well, my last birthday was my th.

You were just my age.

That's what I figured.

I was at the time.

Well, if it isn't your birthday,

I'll take back my song.

Well, thank you very much.

It was a very nice song,

but I just don't want anything

to remind me it's my birthday.

Mrs. Trumbull, I'll have you know

that Ricky never forgets my birthday.

Why, this is the most important day
of the year to him.

Well, that's nice.

Really.

Lucy!

Yes, dear?

Have I got any clean handkerchiefs?

Uh, in the top drawer.

You just watch what a big fuss he
makes.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Trumbull.

Good morning, Mr. Ricardo.

Honey, I'm in a hurry,

so I'll eat breakfast on the way down
to the club.

Good-bye.

Bye.

Bye.
Good-bye.

What are you looking for, dear?

Well, I got something for you.

You have?

Yeah.

Oh, here it is.

I broke the crystal to my watch.

Will you take it to the jewelers for
me, please?

Oh, sure, sure.

Thanks.

Well, he's probably going to buy my
present downtown today

and he'll bring it home with him

when he comes home to dinner tonight.

Yes.

Honey?
Oh, yes, dear?

I almost forgot what day this is.

You did?

I got an extra rehearsal at the club,

so I won't be able to be home for
dinner.

Now, don't feel too bad, Mrs.
Ricardo.

Remember, you wanted him

to forget your birthday.

Sure I wanted him to forget my
birthday,

but he forgot my birthday!

Hi, Rick, come on in.

No, Fred, I'm in a hurry.

Look, I just wanted to check.

Did you order the cake?

We certainly did.

It's got pink roses and a great big
heart

with "Happy Birthday, Lucy" written
right on top of it.

Oh, gee, that's just wonderful.

Oh, you should have seen her just
now.

She was just about to cry

because she thinks

that I've forgotten her birthday.

Well, we'll make up for it tonight

and everybody said they could come.

Let me see, there's the Orsattis,

the Sedgwicks,

the Morgans and the Van Blacks.

Wonderful, wonderful.

I got a big ringside table at the
club

I'm getting all fixed up real pretty.

And I wrote a special song just for
Lucy.

A song?
Yeah.

No kidding?
Yeah.

Oh, great.

Now, look, look, will you tell Ethel

to keep it quiet?

You mean old blabbermouth?

Yeah.

Don't worry, she won't say a word.

Okay. I'll see you later, Fred.

Thanks a lot.

So long, Rick.
Bye.

Oh, my dear, you mustn't brood

because your husband acted that way.

I'm not brooding.

I'm really glad that Ricky forgot my
birthday.

It's just that it makes him look so
bad in comparison

to all my other friends

who think enough of me to remember,

like you and Ethel Mertz and all the
rest.

Mrs. Trumbull...

would you stay here with Little Ricky

while I go downstairs for a while?

Why, certainly I will.

You know I...

I guess I am feeling a little low
about Ricky

and all the fuss that Ethel will make
over my birthday

will kind of cheer me up a little,

to say nothing of the nice present

she has undoubtedly bought me.

All right, I'll stay with the baby

just as long as you want.

Thank you.

Now, don't rush.

No, I won't, thanks.

Oh. Oh, Ethel.

Hi, Lucy.

Hi.

I was just coming down to see you.

You were?

Uh-huh.

Why?

Oh, I just wanted to say hello.

Oh.

Hello.

Hello.

What did you want to see me about?

I brought up your mail.

Oh, is that all?

Yeah, there wasn't much

for anybody today.

I mean, there wasn't anything else on
your mind?

Nope.

No?

Well, let's see what's in the mail.

Oh... oh, this looks like a card of
some kind.

You know, a happy- something-or-other
card.

Isn't this exciting?

What's the matter?

Wasn't it exciting?

Not unless you want to go to the
opening of Joe's Delicatessen.

Oh.

Well, guess I'd better be running
along.

Oh, no.

No, sit down.

Let's chat.

Okay.

What's new?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing.

What's new with you?

Nothing.

Not a thing.

You know, I have a strange feeling

that today is some special day or
something.

You know, like I'd forgotten
something.

Oh, I've had that feeling.

Isn't it annoying?

Yeah.

What could it be?

Well, it must be something important.

Gee, I can't imagine what it could
be, Lucy.

Oh!

What?

I got a date at the beauty parlor in
minutes.

I got to get my hair fixed up for
tonight.

Tonight?

Um... yes, Fred and I are going to go
out

with the head of his lodge to dinner.

Oh, that's nice.

Well, so long, Lucy.

Good-bye.

Oh, didn't Mrs. Mertz

remember your birthday either?

She sure didn't.

In fact, she made Ricky's "didn't"
look like a "did."

Here, now,

you just have a good, good cry.

Well, crying won't do any good.

It won't change things any.

Oh, fine, now I got the hiccups.

Try holding your breath; that ought
to stop them.

No. That never does any good.

I always get the hiccups when I cry.

Ever since I was a little
girl.

Well, hold your breath for
seconds, that'll stop it.

It never does any good.

Oh, yes, it will.

Come on, I'll prove it to you now.
Let's try.

All right.

Now, when I say "go,"

you take a deep, long breath.

All right.

Go.

Not yet.

Not yet.

seconds is a long time.

People don't realize how long it is.

Well, this watch isn't even going.

Oh!

Well, anyway,

it made you forget your troubles.

It did not.

You know what I'm going to do?

What?

I'm going to give myself a birthday
party.

Now, that's a good idea.

Will you come?

I certainly will.

It's going to be a gay party, too--

everybody all dressed up, formal.

Fine.

I'm going to ask all my good
friends--

the Orsattis, the Sedgwicks

and the Morgans and the Van Blacks.

I'll get my dress out of the trunk.

It's been there so long, it's back in
style again.

Oh, good.

Say, have you ever met a girl who's
the toast of the town?

A work of art without a question

You better write her number down.

Okay, boys, that's all right.

Be sure you watch those last brass
figures there.

Bite 'em off real good, eh?

Now, let's have everything

just right tonight, fellas.

It's Lucy's birthday

and I got a surprise party for her.

I want everything to be perfect.

Hey, Rick!

Oh, hi, Fred.

Everything's all set.

Did you get the cake?

Yeah... all right, bring it in.

Did you ever see a cake like that in
your life?

Oh, isn't that the most beautiful
thing you've ever seen?

Isn't that a beauty?
Look at the candles.

Oh, and that frosting.

"Happy birthday, Lucy."

Oh, she's going to get a big... mmm.

She's going to get a big kick out of
that.

Look at those colors, yeah.

Isn't that beautiful?

Oh, Mrs. Trumbull.

Well, I'm early, I see.

Oh, dear, I forgot to call you.

I couldn't get anyone

to come to my party, Mrs. Trumbull.

What do you mean you couldn't get
anyone to come? I'm here.

Well...
Little Ricky's here.

Why, we can have a wonderful party

just the three of us.

You can't have a real party

without paper hats.

There's one for you

and... one for me...

and one for Little Ricky.

Oh, he looks so cute.

Well, um... now, let's throw some of
this around, give it a gay
atmosphere.

Whee!

Whee!

Whee!

Whee.

Oh... oh...

Isn't this fun?

Yeah, I guess so.

Uh... I sure appreciate

everything you've done, Mrs.
Trumbull.

The cake and all, it's very nice.

It's just that I guess

I'm not much in a party mood.

Mrs. Trumbull, would you stay

with Little Ricky again?

I'd like to take a walk.

All right, dear, you go right ahead.

Thank you.

Don't you worry.

I'll take care of Little Ricky, all
right.

Okay, thank you.

And hurry back so we can cut the
cake.

Yeah.

Tropicana.

I'd like to speak to Mr.
Ricardo, please.

Mr. Ricardo?
Yes, he's around somewhere.

Just a moment.

Oh, Ricky.

Yeah?

On the phone, please.

Okay.

Thank you.

Hello.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

What?

You... y-y-you man, you!

Who is this?

It's Mrs. Trumbull.

Mrs. Trumbull!

Thanks to you, your poor little wife
is crying her eyes out,

and even now, she's walking the
streets brokenhearted.

What are you talking about?

Today happened to be your wife's
birthday.

Oh, I know that, I know it.

I got a wonderful surprise party all
fixed up for her.

You have?

Why, sure.

I was just about to call the
apartment and ask her

to bring me down some music that I
left on top of the piano.

Now, what are you talking about her
walking the streets?

Well, I guess I exaggerated, but...
oh, she was so upset.

She went out for a walk.

Oh, gee, I didn't want that to
happen.

Well, look, Mrs. Trumbull, as soon as
she comes back,

tell her that I called

and that I want her to bring me some
music

that I left on top of the piano right
down to the club.

All right, Mr. Ricardo.

And don't you worry, I'll stay with
the baby.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Trumbull.

You're a real doll.

Muchas gracias.

Adios, amigo.

Friends, I think we have found here

a poor, lonely soul who needs our
help.

Oh, you mean me?

Indeed we do, my dear.

We who know what it is to be lonely,
cast off and forgotten,

bring you friendship.

Oh, well, thanks just the same, but
I'm all right.

Well, open up your heart and let our
friendship in.

We know what it is to have

to spend the night on a park bench.

Oh, you've got me all wrong.

I'm all right, I got plenty of money.

We're sure of that.

No, really,
I'm loaded.

We're sure of that, too.

Oh! Oh, no, you don't understand.

You see, I always get the hiccups
when I cry,

and, well, I...
I've been crying.

I don't know why I should tell you,
but...

well, today was my birthday

and nobody even...

Oh, it's her birthday.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear...

Lucy.

Lucy

Happy birthday to you.

Oh, thank you very much.

That's very nice. Thanks.

You don't have any friends, do you?

No, I don't.

Well, you have friends now.

Come with us, my dear.

Oh, no, I couldn't.

Oh, you still don't trust us, do you?

Well, it isn't that I don't trust...

Is there anyone here among us

who would like to tell of his
experience

with The Friends of the Friendless?

I would like to do that, sir.

I would like to tell you

of something that happened to me

and the lesson I learned

and the meaning of true friendship.

I didn't have a friend in the world.

I was just a bit of flotsam

in the sea of life,

a pitiful outcast

shunned by my fellow man.

I was a mess.

And then one day they came along--

these good people--

unasked,

The Friends of the Friendless.

And they put their arm around my
waist

and they said, "We will be your
friend

"because you are friendless

"and we are The Friends of the
Friendless.

"And if you accept our friendship,

"you will never again be friendless,

"for we are The Friends of the
Friendless

and you will have friends."

To this day, I have never been
friendless.

I have friends...

friends in the time of joy...

friends in the time of sorrow...

real friends...

true friends...

friends.

Friends.

Friends.

My friends.

You will come with us?

No.

No, I want you to go with me.

There's someone I want to give a
lesson to

in the true meaning of friendship.

Of course.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you.
You're a wonderful audience.

Those were Pugh and Carroll--

the two greatest contortionists in
America today.

And now, we'd like to introduce...

We are friends of the friendless

Yes, we are, yes, we are.

We are friends of the friendless

Be they near, be they far.

We uplift the poor downtrodden

And we sober up the sodden

We are friends of the friendless

Yes, we are, yes, we are.

I want to tell you all something that
happened to me,

the lesson I learned tonight

and the true meaning of friendship.

These people are my friends, The
Friends of the Friendless.

And I was friendless.

I was just a bit of flotsam in the
sea,

a pitiful outcast shunned by my
fellow man.

I was a mess.

The people I thought were my friends
forsook me.

Even my own husband

proved he was just a husband

and not a friend.

Today was my birthday,

and do you think anybody remembered?

Nobody remembered.

Nobody did a thing about it.

Nobody even as much...
not a sing...

Happy birthday!

Ethel!

Happy birthday, sweetheart.

Happy birthday?

Happy birthday for me?

Yeah, honey, we didn't forget your
birthday.

We had this thing planned for weeks.

We just couldn't get a hold of you--

you had run out of the house.

Nobody could find you.

Oh, no!

Oh, honey.

And I got a wonderful present for
you.

You want to hear it?

Hear it?

Yeah.

I love Lucy and she loves me

We're as happy as two can be

Sometimes we quarrel, but then

How we love making up again.

Lucy kisses like no one can

She's my missus and I'm her man

And life is heaven, you see

'Cause I love Lucy

Yes, I love Lucy

And Lucy loves me.

Everybody sing!

I love Lucy and she loves me

We're as happy as two can be

Sometimes we quarrel, but then

How we love making up again.

Lucy kisses like no one can

She's my missus and I'm her man

And life is heaven, you see

'Cause I love Lucy

Yeah, I love Lucy

And Lucy loves me.