02x19 - The Club Election

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Hi, Ricky.

Oh, hi, Ethel.

Come in.

Aw... hi, sweetie.

Where's Lucy?

She went out shopping.

Do you know that this little
character

has already outgrown his clothes?

No kidding?

Come on.

Oh, isn't he a little doll?

Hi.

Hey, Ricky, he keeps looking at me
with one eye.

Don't you wish he'd just stay like
this?

Yeah.

Anything special on your mind?

Yeah, I came up to tell Lucy

that the Wednesday Afternoon Fine
Arts League

is meeting on Friday this week.

The Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts
League

is meeting on Friday.
Yeah.

I thought you always met on Thursday.

Oh, no, we never met on Thursday.

We usually meet on Tuesday.

Well, look, this is probably a very
stupid question

but why couldn't the Wednesday
Afternoon Fine Arts League

meet on Wednesday?

Oh, we tried it, but nobody could
make it.

Wednesday afternoon isn't a good day
for club meetings.

That figures.

Why don't you forget about the
meetings altogether?

Oh, now, Ricky, don't pick on our
club.

It's really a very worthwhile
organization.

Nobody asked your opinion.

He's going to grow up to be just like
you.

Oh, I guess the club is all right,
Ethel,

but, you know, if Lucy wouldn't get
so involved in it.

Every time she gets into it, I get
into it, too.

Oh, no.

You said it, kid.

What do you mean, you said it?

Don't you remember what happened on
the last nominations?

Oh, that.

Yes, that.

Hey, Lucy, what's going on?

Oh, my women's club is meeting here
today.

Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi.

Why do they have to meet here all the
time?

Oh, honey, they haven't met here for
three months.

We're taking turns until we can
afford a clubhouse.

Honey, you don't need a clubhouse.

Why don't you meet on the back fence

like other cats do?

Never mind now.

This is a very important meeting,
especially for me.

We're nominating candidates for the
club election.

I'll probably be nominated for every
office.

I've acceptance speeches written for
all of them.

Oh, you feel pretty sure of yourself,
huh?

Well, honey, I know how the girls
feel about me, that's all.

You think you're going to be elected
for some office, huh?

Yeah, I'll be elected for something,
surely.

Well, maybe I'll get a break and
they'll elect you nothing.

Now, don't start on me about my
women's club.

Okay, okay, I'll go spend the
afternoon with Fred.

That's a good idea.

Hi, Ricky.
Hi, Ethel.

Hi, Ethel.

Oh, Lucy, that's a beautiful sweater.

Is it new?

Yeah, you like it?

It's gorgeous.

Ooh, cashmere?

Yeah, isn't that yummy?

Mm-hmm.

And look.

A bag to match.

Oh!
Isn't that the end?

Of course, I won't be able to afford
another thing

for three months, but who cares?

Oh, dear, this terrible pitcher and
these cheap glasses.

Say, listen, Ethel, you are going to
vote

to admit Ruth Knickerbocker into the
club, aren't you?

I don't know.

Well, she'd be a wonderful addition
to the club.

You think so?

She seems sort of a quiet and mousey
type to me.

Yeah, well, under that mousey
exterior

beats a cut glass punch bowl and
cups.

Oh...

That's the kind of a woman we need in
our club.

That's the way I feel about it.

Oh, there they are, the thundering
herd.

Lucy!

Lillian! Hi!

Hi, how are you?

Ethel, how are you?

Lucy, that sweater, it's stunning.

Oh, thank you.

Look.

Oh, no, look at that bag to match.

Oh, what an outfit!

You know, I've been just dying for
one.

Well, I got it...

Don't tell me.

I know how expensive they are, and I
just can't afford it.

All right, I won't tell you.

Oh, say, listen, before the others
get here,

have you heard the dirt about Marion?

Marion Strong?

Yes!
What?

Oh, let me tell you.

You know how she's always trying to
pretend she's somebody?

Oh, do I.

Well, she finally got her
comeuppance.

What happened?
She did?

Well, let me tell you.

I ran into her on the street the
other day,

and she had on the most...

Marion!
Marion!

Oh, hi.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

Lucy, you have new furniture.

The whole thing is new.

Lucy, I got you a chair.

We're all ready to start.

Girls?

Ladies, ladies.

Shh.

Ladies.

The meeting will come to order.

Now, we'll skip the minutes of the
last meeting

and get right down to business.

Madam President.

Yes, Lillian.

I would like to submit the name of
Ruth Knickerbocker

for membership in our club.

I think that's a wonderful idea.

Very well.
You all had a chance

to meet Ruth at our last meeting,

so if there's no more discussion,
we'll vote.

All those in favor of asking Ruth
Knickerbocker

to join our club say aye.

Aye.

Noes?

No noes.

Ruth Knickerbocker...

Ruth Knickerbocker is now a member of
our club.

And now, the election of officers.

The chair will entertain nominations

for the office of Treasurer.

Yes. The chair recognizes Pauline
Lobos.

Well, Madam President, I would like
to nominate for Treasurer

one of our most conscientious
members.

Now this girl really deserves an
office in our club.

She's a wonderful person and a fine
character

and a real leader--

Grace Munson.

Me?

Are there any more nominations?

Oh, Grace, you'll make a wonderful
Treasurer.

Of course, I wouldn't be Treasurer

if they handed it to me on a silver
platter.

You wouldn't?

Terrible job.

And now nominations are open for the
office of Secretary.

The chair recognizes Marion Strong.

I nominate a member who...

well, she's just about the most
wonderful person.

She's the loyalest person in the club

and she's always ready to lend a hand

when you ask her to.

She's intelligent, pretty

and one of the nicest persons you
could ever meet

my very dear, dear friend,

Lillian Appleby.

Lillian!

Are there any more nominations?

Oh, Lillian, you'll make a wonderful
Secretary.

Secretary is really a very thankless
job, you know.

Oh, is it?

Very.

Now, let me hear nominations for the
office of Vice President.

Madam President.

Chair recognizes Lillian Appleby.

For the office of Vice President,

I would like to nominate a girl who
really deserves the job.

A girl who will fight for our club.

You can tell that from the color of
her hair.

My very dearest, dearest friend,

Marion Strong.

Are there any more nominations for
Vice President?

Oh, Marion, you'll make a wonderful
Vice President.

Vice President's merely a figurehead,
you know.

Oh, really?

They work in name only.
Oh.

And now we come

to the most important office of all--

the presidency.

As far as I'm concerned there's only
one person

who should follow me in the office of
President.

She has administrative ability,

she's charming, makes a good
appearance.

In fact, she'll be a wonderful
President,

and I'm so sure that you're all going
to elect her unanimously that I want
to be the first to shake the hand

of our next president.

Ethel Mertz!

Ethel Mertz?

Yes.

Oh, I don't...

Please let us come to order now.

Ladies. Ladies.

I'm sure there will be no more
nominations for President.

So I hereby declare the
nominations...

Uh, Madam President.

Yes, the chair recognizes Mrs.
Ricardo.

I think that there should be

some more nominations for presidency.

Why, Lucy...

Oh, it isn't that I don't feel

that you'll make a wonderful
president, Ethel.

It's just that I feel that the more
democratic way

is to have more than one nominee.

It doesn't matter who it is, just so
there are two.

You understand.

Well... yeah.

Well, do I hear another nomination

for President?

Since there are no more nominations
for President,

I hereby declare the nomina...

Madam President.

Yes, Lucy?

I'd like time-out for a caucus.

A-A-A what?

A caucus.

Didn't you watch the conventions on
television?

Oh...

Well...

Well, very well, all right...
caucus.

Come on, Lillian, let's caucus.

You know, television has changed the
thinking

of the entire world.

She wouldn't have had sense enough to
caucus

this time last year.

You look it up in the bylaws.

Ethel, you ought to filibuster.

Really, you should filibuster.

Madam President.

Yes, Lillian.

I would like to nominate Lucy Ricardo
for President.

Oh!

Oh, well, I...

Well, you see, I feel that if there
are two,

it's the more American way of
doing...

It's democratic, it's, uh...

Well, how's the campaign coming,
Lucy, dear?

Just fine, Ethel, honey.

Just fine, sweetie.

That's good.

You know, running for the same office

might bother some good friends, but
it doesn't bother me a bit.

Well, it doesn't bother me either.

I just feel it's all in the family.

Sure, all in the family.

That's the way I feel.

Hey, you should see the cute campaign
poster

that Lucy made.

Oh, honey, don't bother to show them
that.

No, let's see it.

Oh, don't be silly.

"Happy you will be with Lucy,

cast your vote and wait till you
see."

Oh!

Oh, that's darling, honey.

That's pretty good.

They're sort of fun to make, you
know.

Ethel wrote some good ones, too.

Uh, Fred...

Oh?

What were they?

Well, one of them said, uh...

"You can go farther with Ethel."

Oh!

Oh, that's just darling.

That's like that gasoline ad.
Yeah.

Hey, here's another one.

Oh, never mind, Ricky, never mind.

That's enough, dear.

Oh, this is a beaut.

"Nertz to Mertz"?

It's a joke, dear.

Oh, a joke.

It's very amusing.

Oh, boy, and you were worried

about that one you wrote about her.

Now, Fred...

Uh, Fred...

What was it?

"A vote for the redhead is a vote for
a deadhead."

And then she put underneath...

Uh, never mind, never mind.

Come on, let's play cards.

Oh, wait a minute.
Just a minute.

Uh, Fred, what was it that was
underneath?

Well, underneath "deadhead" she wrote

"or should I say dyedhead."

Well, that's a fine thing to say.

Well, "Nertz to Mertz" isn't exactly
a bouquet of roses.

Now, wait a minute, hold it
candidates.

Don't lose your tempers.

Nobody's losing her temper.

It's just good to know what I'm
running against, that's all.

Well, the same goes for me.

I might have known you'd resort to
mudslinging.

And I might have known you would
conduct a smear campaign.

Smear campaign?
Give me that thing.

I'll show you what a real smear
campaign is.

This isn't nearly strong enough.

Well, if that's the way you want to
play,

I've got some ideas of my own.

Come on, Fred.

Well, that's perfectly all right with
me.

You can play anyway that you want,
and see if I care.

Okay! I'm going to do that poster I
decided not to do.

You mean, "With our club's welfare do
not tinker.

Lucy Ricardo's a dirty..."

That's the one.

That's going to be tame

next to the ones that I'm going to
write!

I see. I see. Uh-huh.

Well, it was nice talking with you,
Marion. Mm-hmm.

No, no, no, I didn't call for
anything special.

Uh, by the way, who do you think

is going to be our next club
president?

Lucy or Ethel?

Oh.

Oh!

Oh...

Well, if that's the way it is,

then that's the way it's got to be.

A divorce will be the best thing for
her.

Uh-huh.

Well, I'll see you next week

at the Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts
Club.

Who did you say you were going to
vote for?

Oh, good choice, good choice. Bye.

She's voting for Ethel.

Ethel?

What was all that "good choice, good
choice" for?

Well, that was to throw her off the
scent

so she wouldn't know what we were
doing.

Fine thing.
Ethel and I are tied.

Half the club's voting for Ethel,

half the club's voting for me.

Oh. Well, we haven't heard from Ruth
Knickerbocker yet.

She wasn't home.

Oh, dear, how do you like that?

She's only been in the club a week

and she's going to decide who the
next president is.

I think I'm going to have to put

a little friendly pressure on Ruth
Knickerbocker this week.

Well, Lucy, dear, I really must be
going now.

Well, it was certainly nice of you

to come over this afternoon, Lillian.

You know, Lucy, I'm a little ashamed

at what I've done for you this
afternoon.

Oh...
You know, I really shouldn't have.

Well, I certainly appreciate it.

You know that, Lillian.

I sure do, dear.

Thanks very much.

Well, Lucy, really, I do have to go
now.

Yes?

Oh!

Bye, Lucy.

Good-bye.

Hi, Rick.

Hi, Fred.

Want to join me?

No, thanks.

That's the same thing I had for
dinner.

Where's Lucy?

Oh, I don't know.

Ever since this club election
started,

she's never home.

She's out campaigning.

Yeah, Ethel, too.

She's rushing that new member right
off her feet.

You mean Ruth Knickerbocker?

Yeah. Hers is the deciding vote, you
know?

Ethel's had her to tea,

then to dinner, and a couple of
movies.

That's funny.

Lucy had her out to lunch twice,

and last night she took her to dinner
and to the theater.

Mm-hmm. That kid's being pulled apart

like the last girdle at a bargain
sale.

Well, I hope she votes for Ethel.

Well, I don't.

Just think how involved my life will
be

if Ethel is president of that club.

Listen, you just think how involved
my life is

with Lucy just being Lucy.

Yeah, you got a point there.

Yeah.

Boy, she's not going to be elected

president of that club if I can help
it.

Well, there's nothing much

we can do about it, except pray.

Well, I don't know.

There must be something that we can
do.

If there was only some way

that I could sway the Knickerbocker
vote.

Then I could...

See you later, Lucy!
Hey, Fred!

Good-bye, Fred. Adios.

Ethel will be home any minute.

Yeah, so long, Fred.

So long.
Good-bye.

Good-bye

Knickerbocker, Knickerbocker,
Knickerbock...

Knickerbock..?

Hello, information?

I'd like to have

Ruth Knickerbocker's phone number,
please.

Knickerbocker.

Listen, if I knew how to spell it

I wouldn't have to call information.

Knickerbocker, I don't know.

N-i-k-e-r-b-o-k-e-r.

Yeah.

There's nobody by that name?

Look again, will you?

Yeah, yeah, that's it. That's it.

With a "K"?

Well, give me the number.

Thank you.

With a "K"?

Wonder why they put a "K" in front...

Hello, Miss K-nickerbocker?

This is Ricky Ricardo.

Lucy's husband, you know.

Yeah, well, you know, I have a club,
you know, the Tropicana,

and I sing and they have the band
down there and everything.

So I just thought that maybe you'd
like to come down tonight

and have some dinner and see the
show...

Oh?

Oh, you're busy tonight.

Oh, I see.

You have a date with Freddie Mertz?

Oh, oh, all right.

Well, good-bye.

I didn't know he could run that fast.

"Cuban Cabby."

My horse and carriage is for hire,
señora

For just as long as you desire,
señorita

You want to ride

Forget the mañana

And come to Havana with me

I'm the Cuban cabby

I'm the Cuban cabby

The taxi drivers drive you frantic,
you know

Oh, but my rig is more romantic, and
so

You want to ride

A night full of splendor

And you can depend upon me

I'm the Cuban cabby

And I need dinero

Money, that is.

Broke, huh?

Hey...

The moon is peeping

The shadow's creeping

It's time for riding through the park

A lovely night for lovers

The same as you two are

If you like music

I'll give you music

As we go riding in the dark

I'll sing a Spanish love song

To the strains of my guitar

Ese lunar que tienes, cielito lindo

Junto a la boca

No se lo des a nadie, cielito lindo

Que ami me toca

Ay-ay-ay-ay

Canta y no llores

Porque cantando se alegran

Cielito lindo, los corazones

Ay-ay-ay-ay

Canta y no llores

Porque cantando se alegran

Cielito lindo, los corazones.

Ole!

My horse and carriage has been hired,
señora

For just as long as you desire,
señorita

We're gonna ride

We're gonna ride

We're gonna ride.

Miss Knickerbocker, I've been wanting
to...

Uh, just a minute, Ricky.

Fred, please, we're talking.

Please, don't bother us.

Hi, fellas.

We came down to the club to
celebrate.
Celebrate?

Yeah, the club elections were
tonight.

Yeah, and we both won-- it was a tie.

We are co-presidents.

What, what, what?

How can it be a tie?

How about Ruth Knickerbocker's vote?

Oh, she wasn't there.

She's home sick in bed from all the
rich food

that Ethel and I fed her all week.

What do you mean she's home sick in
bed?

She's sitting right here.

Oh, hello, Mrs.
Knickerbocker.

Oh, that isn't Ruth Knickerbocker.

She isn't?

No.

You're not?

No.

That's Ruth's mother-in-law.

Why didn't you tell us?

I didn't want to spoil the fun.

At my age, you don't get too many
chances.