02x27 - Lucy Is Matchmaker

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It's your bid, Ethel.

Uh, one club.

Say, did you see that dress

Sylvia Collins had on

at the dance Saturday night?

Yeah, what there was of it.

Uh... one heart.

One no Tr*mp.

How do you suppose she held it up?

Two diamonds.

Who knows?

All I know is every man in the room

was waiting for her to exhale.

I'll say.

Fred's eyes bugged out

like a bullfrog

with an overactive thyroid.

Uh, I pass.

Hey, how about the attention

that Sylvia Collins got from our
husbands?

How about that?

Uh, I pass.

Pass.

I get it for two diamonds.

Put your cards down, girl.

You know, she didn't light her own
cigarette once.

Every time I looked up,

some man was racing across the room

with a lighted match.

Looked like the start of the Olympic
games.

Yeah, the indoor cigarette lighting
sprint.

I didn't know

my little fat torchbearer

could run that fast.

Well, of all the countries
represented,

Cuba seemed to be taking the most
first prizes.

And just what do you mean by that?

Well, it wasn't my husband who taught
her how to play "Babalu"

on an upturned wastebasket.

Now, just a minute.

Well...

Oh, it's getting to be

the same old story

every time we play cards:

Sylvia Collins, Sylvia Collins,
Sylvia Collins.

Well, why not?

She's the biggest female wolf

in our crowd.
Yeah.

The way she attracts men.

She's not so beautiful.

No. What's she got that we haven't
got?

No husband.

Hey, I know how to cure this
situation.

How?

Don't you see?

The men are intrigued by Sylvia

because she's single.

This makes her mysterious and
exciting.

We have to find Sylvia a husband.

Good idea.
A husband?
A husband?

Yeah, it's our only chance.

Now, where can we find her a husband?

I'll make the sacrifice.

She can have mine.

Now, Ethel.

Is it agreed, then?

The four of us will dedicate
ourselves

to getting Sylvia Collins a husband.

Agreed?

Agreed.

Okay.

Oh, look, there's going to be a
wedding.

There we go.

Yeah.

It's all gone.

You don't have to take any more,
honey, no.

You want to give Mama a big burp,
huh?

Give me a big burp.

Come on, great big one.

Oh, come on, give Mama a big burp.

Oh, oh... that's a good one, honey.

Oh, my.

You're getting to be such a big boy.

Yes, sir.

Oh, come on, now.

Just going to go sleepy-bye.

You're going to go sleepy-bye, that's
all.

Isn't it wonderful?

Honey, you got your own little bed in
your own little room.

Oh, come on now.

Hi, honey.

Hi, honey.

Here's your Papa.

Time to kiss him good night.

Ah, what's the matter?

What's the matter?

Aw, come on.

Were you a good boy today?

Say "Yes, Daddy."

Ahh...

Come on.

Were you a good girl?

Yes, Daddy.

Yes.

Yes, daddy.

You're going to go bye?

You're going to go to bed?

Say, "Yes, Daddy."

Good night.

I'll be out in a minute, honey.

Oh, he's such a tired boy.

He doesn't want to go to sleep,

that's all.

Well...

Come on, honey.

Good night, boy.

Go say, "Goodnighty night, Papa."

There we go, honey.

Now, come on, it's time you were in
bed.

Little sleepy boy.

Come on, now, you go sleepy-bye.

Honey, we're going to have a little
company.

Company?
Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, I forgot about it.

It's a friend of Fred's,

and he and Ethel are going to be late
getting home

so they asked me if we would
entertain him

till they get here.

Who is it?

I don't know.

Some traveling salesman or something.

He's a nephew of one of Fred's old
buddies,

and since he's a bachelor,

they thought that he would like a
home-cooked meal.

Oh, that's all very nice, but I...

A bachelor?

And young, too.

Oh, boy!

Real live bachelor, right here in my
own trap.

What are you so excited about?

You're married, remember?

Oh, don't be silly.

He sounds like the perfect man for
Sylvia Collins.

You see, the girls in the club have
decided

that we should find Sylvia a husband.

Now, Lucy, lay off this guy, will
you?

Why is it that every married woman

thinks it's their sacred duty

to marry off every single guy?

Oh, we do not.

Well, see that you don't.

After all, if this guy is fortunate
enough

to still be single, I don't...

What?

I, uh... I didn't mean it that way.

I mean, if he's smart enough

to still be...

How's that?

There must be some word that
describes

what I'm trying to say.

The word is "stupid."

All right, stupid.

If the guy's stupid enough to still
be single,

leave him alone.

That's better.

After all,

ignorance is bliss.

You let Sylvia Collins get her own
husband.

I wouldn't mind if she got her own,

but she's getting everybody else's.

There he is.

I got to put my face on.

Now, Lucy, don't forget what I told
you.

I don't want to hear one word

that sounds like matchmaking.

Oh, now, Ricky...

I mean it.

Oh, all right.

All right.

Mr. Ricardo?
Yeah.

I'm Eddie Grant, Fred Mertz's friend.

Oh, yeah, how are you, Eddie?

Come on in, won't you?

Sit down.
Thank you.

Fred will be here in a little while.

Fine.

Would you like a cigarette?

Yeah, swell, thank you.
You're welcome.

Nice apartment.

Thank you, Eddie.

Listen, uh, Fred says

that you just got in town.

Yeah, I'm on a sales trip.

Oh! What do you sell?

Negligees.

Negligees.

Oh...

Oh, dear, I didn't know you had
company.

Eddie, this is my wife, Lucy.

Lucy, this is Eddie Grant.

How do you do?

How do you do, Mrs. Ricardo?

Are you a native New Yorker?

No, no, as a matter of fact,

I'm on a sales trip.

It's the first time in several years.

Oh, my.

I'll bet your wife

is having a gay time in all the
shops.

No, no, I'm not married.

Not married?

A big, handsome, intelligent man like
you

not married?

Well, Eddie, how do you like it here

in New York City?

I know just what you need, Mr.
Grant...

Eddie.

What?

How would you like to have a
beautiful girl

to take you around and show you the
town?
Go dancing...

Lucy, leave Eddie alone.

Eddie, Fred tells me

that your uncle was in show business
with him.

Oh, speaking of show business,

you'll want to see all the big
Broadway shows.

and it'd be just ridiculous if you
went alone.

Wouldn't you like someone

to share all that fun with you?

Lucy, that'll be enough.

Eddie, what kind of an act

did your uncle have?

He did a magic act.

Sawed a woman in half.

Oh, no kidding?

Have you ever stopped to think

how nice it would be

to have a woman of your own to saw in
half?

No, but I have.

Well, hi, Eddie boy.

Oh, Fred, how are you?

Glad to see you.

It's good to see you.

Sorry we weren't in.

That's all right.

The Ricardos took good care of me.

Oh, it was a pleasure.

Well, let's get going-- Ethel's
waiting.

Bye, Mr. Ricardo.

Nice meeting you.

Nice to have met you, Mrs. Ricardo.

Nice to have met you.

Oh, I think I'll go with you.

I want to say hello to Ethel.

All right.

Lucy, I want you to stay here with
me.

Oh, I'll be right back, dear.

I know, honey.

But I'll be lonesome.

Well, I'll only be a minute.

Don't go, dear.

Well, on second thought, maybe I
better stay here.

Yes.

Well, good-bye, Eddie.

Have a good time.

You're going to have a wonderful
meal.

Ethel really cooks well.

What's the matter with you?

You crazy or something?

I just finished telling you

that I don't want you to play cupid

and you make us look ridiculous with
this guy

trying to marry him to somebody

he doesn't even know.

How many times am I going to ask you

not to meddle in other people's
affairs?

If I asked you once,

I asked you a thousand times.

Lucy?

Yeah? Ooh, I wanted to tell you,

I tried to come over last night

but Ricky just wouldn't let me.

That Eddie Grant is perfect for
Sylvia Collins.

I'll say-- I went to work on him

the minute he walked in.

Did you do any good?

No.

Fred kept kicking me under the table.

We're just going to have to set up a
date ourselves.

I'm going to call Sylvia.

Okay.

Let's see.

That's, uh, C- - ...

You know, when I think how I'm
sticking my neck out

for that bleach blonde in wolf's
clothing...

Sylvia, darling, how are you?

Yeah, this is Lucy.

Oh, fine, thanks.

Look, Sylvia, dear, I just met

the most divine, handsome, well-to-do
bachelor

and he's all alone,

doesn't have anyone to show him
around town.

Look, sweetie, sweetie, I told him
about you

and he wants to have lunch with you
today.

What's she saying?
Does she like the idea?

She's drooling.

Well, look, dear, can you meet him

in the lobby of the Sherry Plaza at
noon?

Yeah, well, just ask for him at the
desk.

His name is Eddie Grant.

That's right.

Oh, he's just dreamy.

You'll swoon.

Okay, bye-bye.

Well, that takes care of the spider--
now for the fly.

Hello.

Hello, Eddie.

This is Lucy.

Lucy Ricardo.

Oh, hi, how are you?

Oh, just fine, thanks.

I'll bet you didn't expect

to hear from me, did you?

Well, not so soon.

Look, Eddie,

since you don't know any girls in
town,

how would you like a date for lunch
today?

Oh, I'd like it fine.

But won't your husband mind?

Oh, no, you don't understand.

I was talking about someone else.

Mm-hmm.

No, really.

A beautiful girl named Sylvia
Collins.

You don't have to pretend with me,
Lucy.

Now, look, Eddie, be serious.

If you want to have lunch with
Sylvia,

I'll arrange to have her meet you in
the lobby

of your hotel at noontime.

Okay, I'd love it.
I'll be there.

All right, good.
She'll ask for you at the desk.

Good-bye, Eddie.

Good-bye... Sylvia.

Well, that takes care of that.

Come out here and help me with the
dishes.

I think this is a wonderful idea.

Get me circle - - - - , please.

Hello.

Fred? This is Eddie Grant.

Oh, hi.

Listen, I'm afraid I won't be able

to have lunch with you today after
all.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What's the matter?
Business?

No, not really.

I've got a date.

That's all right, bring her along.

No, I don't think I should.

Oh, why not? I want to see what kind
of taste you have.

There will only be the four of us.

The four?

Yeah, I've invited Ricky to come.

No, no, Fred, I, uh...

I couldn't bring her along, no.

What's the matter?

You ashamed of her?

No!

No, no, she's a doll, real dream...

but to tell you the truth, Fred,

she's, uh...
she's married, you know?

You're the sly one.

Well, I got to hang up now, Fred.

I got a couple of business
appointments.

I've got to meet her in the lobby at
noon.

See you later.

Good-bye, Eddie.

Tropicana.

Is Ricky Ricardo there?

Yeah, just a moment, please.

Oh, Ricky?

Yeah.

Telephone.

Okay.

Thanks.

Hello.

Hi, Rick?

Yeah, hi, Fred.

Eddie can't make it for lunch.

Oh, that's too bad.
You want to skip it?

Oh, no, no, now...

here's what I thought.

Uh, he's got a heavy date with some
beautiful doll.

Special deal, you know what I mean?

And I thought we might have a little
fun.

What do you mean?

Well, we'll wait in the lobby

until he meets her

and then we'll have a little fun with
him.

You old dog.

It's the Sherry Plaza and I'll
meet you there at noon.

Okay, they have good food there, so
we'll eat there.

All right, good-bye, Rick.

Good-bye, Fred.

Uh-huh.

Mm-hmm.

Well, Marion, listen, I expected it.

There just was no other way for that
marriage to go.

That's right.

That's right.

What do they expect?

Yeah, well, that's just life, I
guess.

Well, look, dear, I'll call you again

and we'll have a nice, long chat.

Give my love to Norman, huh?

Okay, dear, bye-bye.

What's the matter?

Do you have any idea

how long you've been on that phone?

I certainly do.

I picked up the phone at : .

It is now : .

: ?

I have a hairdresser's appointment at
: !

Sylvia Collins has been trying to get
you for two hours.

She finally had to call me.

What does she want?

She can't make that date with Eddie.

She broke a cap off of a front tooth.

Oh, no-- well, can't she go anyway?

With her looks, one tooth

isn't going to make any difference.

She won't go.

She says she looks like a beaver.

Oh.

She's been trying to get hold of
Eddie

but he's not at the hotel.

She could leave a message.

He might not get it, though.

Listen, will you stay here

until Mrs. Trumbull gets here to take
care of Ricky?

Yeah, why?

Well, I'll stop by

on my way to the beauty parlor

and I'll tell Eddie myself.

That's the safest way.

Gee, isn't that too bad?

That was such a perfect setup.

Oh, hello, Eddie.

Well, well, well...

If it isn't Sylvia Collins.

Oh, now, Eddie.

I came down here to tell you

that Sylvia couldn't make it.

Oh?

No, now really.

Listen, if you're thinking

what I think you're thinking

you're way off base.

I'm thinking only one thing.

Hi, Fred.

Hi, Rick, let's go.

Where you going?

I thought you wanted to kid Eddie
Grant

about his girlfriend.

We haven't got time for that now, I'm
hungry.

Well, come on, this is the best place
to eat.

What's the matter with you?

Are you crazy or something?

Come on, let's go and eat.

Oh, look there's Eddie now.

Fred.

Fred, stop it.

You lost your mind?

Wait a minute.

Oh, no.

Oh, hello, Ricky.

Uh...

Lucy.

Well.

Uh, Ricky, the...

Ricky.

Ricky, I can explain

if you just give me a chance.

Hi, Lucy.

Hi.

Is Ricky talking to you yet?

No.

I don't see why he should get so
upset

just because I did a little
matchmaking.

I know why.

Fred just told me.

Why?

Well, Eddie thought

you were making that date with him
for yourself,

and being a man,

he couldn't help bragging to Ricky
and Fred

that he had a heavy date.

And Ricky and Fred-- also being men--

decided to go down there and spy on
him.

So Ricky must have thought...

Oh, no, Ricky was just mad at me

because I was matchmaking.

Are you sure?

Well, one thing I'm sure of:

we got to get Ricky and Eddie

and everybody concerned together

so we can explain this thing.

Will you go down

to Eddie's hotel with me?

Yes, I think you need a chaperone.

I'll get Mrs. Trumbull

to take care of little Ricky.

You get dressed right away.

Okay, I'll get ready.

Hurry up now.

, this is it, isn't it?

Oh, Eddie, I wanted to...

Eddie?

Eddie, I wanted to talk to you.

Eddie, let us in, Eddie.

Eddie, open the door.

Come on, now.

Let us in.

Eddie?

Let us in, Eddie.

Oh, girls?

I'm down in .

If Eddie won't let you in, I will.

Oh, go away...

Fresh.

How do you like that?

Fresh.

Eddie?

Hello, Eddie.

Well, I guess we might as well leave.

He isn't going to open the door.

Okay.

Telegram for Mr. Grant.

Eddie, we've got to talk to you.

Eddie, we just got to talk to you,

you understand?

Now, Eddie, I've just got to talk to
you.

Listen, I'm in a spot

because you jumped to some stupid
conclusions.

Ethel, get Sylvia on the phone, will
you?

Sylvia Collins?

Yes, Sylvia Collins, that very nice
girl

I tried to get you a date with.

The rest is just a silly coincidence

and I want you to please explain it
to Ricky.

You want me to explain it to Ricky?

Sylvia, Lucy wants to talk to
you.

Just a minute.

Hello, Sylvia dear.

Is your tooth better?

That's good...

Yes, as a matter of fact

I want to introduce you to him right
now.

Sylvia Collins, this is Eddie Grant.

Oh, all right.

Hello.

No.

No, she was exaggerating.

Well, I guess it is a little curly.

Oh, just average height.

It's too bad we couldn't get together
yesterday, Syl.

Well, how about today?

Wonderful.

I'll be down and get you in about a
half hour.

What's that address again?

Swell.

So I'll be right down.

Bye, Sylvia.

Gee, I certainly owe you an apology.

She sounds wonderful.

You see?

You'll bring her here

and then we'll go down to the club

and explain to Ricky.

Okay, I will.

Incidentally, girls, while I'm gone,

I want you to pick out any two
negligees you want

and I'll let you have them...

wholesale.

Well, I'm glad you brought me

down here today.

How do you like that Eddie Grant

thinking he had a date with Lucy?

Yeah, how about that?

He said , didn't he?

Yeah.

I'd be a fine husband

if I didn't trust my wife any more
than that.

Lucy!

Lucy, open the door!

Open the door!

Now, now, Ricky, I know this looks
bad

and I can explain...

I think.

Lucy, you here, dressed in that.

You must be out of your mind.

Who is it, Lucy?

Did Eddie come back?

Ethel!

You here, dressed in that.

He must be out of his mind.

Lucy, did they think that we...

that I...?

Well.

Now, now, Ricky, this is all very
simple

and I can explain it if you'll just
listen.

Okay.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Well, even though you told me not to,

I fixed Eddie up with a date with
Sylvia for lunch

and then Sylvia couldn't make it

and we called Eddie and he wasn't in

so I came down to the hotel to tell
Eddie

and then you saw us and got mad

so I had to come down again today and
tell Eddie

and we called Sylvia and Eddie went
over to get her

and while he was gone

he said if we found some negligees
that we wanted

we could have them wholesale.

That's exactly what happened.

And it was all my fault and I'm
sorry.

You told me not to meddle in other
people's affairs

and I did and I'm really sorry.

That is the most ridiculous story
I've ever heard.

Isn't it, Fred?

I'll say.

Well, that makes me mad.

It makes you mad?

Yes, I tell you the truth,

I admit it's all my fault,

I practically grovel at your feet

and you say you don't believe it.

Come on, come on, tell the real
story.

Yeah.

All right, Ethel.

If they want the real story,

let's give it to them.

Huh?

They want the truth.

Let's give it to them.

Go ahead.

Oh.

Well...

Uh...

You start.

Well, for a long time now

Ethel and I have been sick and tired

of being married to a stale bongo
player

and a fat old fuddy-duddy.

A fat old fuddy-duddy?

A fat old fuddy-duddy.

So when Eddie Grant came to town,

we realized that...

that here was the chance of a
lifetime.

And then what happened?

Uh...

And then what happened will amaze
you.

Yeah.

So the three of us made plans.

And at midnight tonight,

we're all flying to South America.

You were, huh?

What's so funny?

What are you laughing at?

What are you laughing at?

Look, I ran into Eddie Grant
downstairs

and I straightened him out but good.

So we decided to come up here

and teach you a lesson.

Oh, Ricky...

That's mean.

That's mean.

Come on, Ethel, let's change.

Okay.

Hey, do you think maybe

we've suffered enough

so that you fellows

might buy us these negligees,
wholesale?

How much are they?

. .

. .

Good-bye, Lucy.

Good-bye, Ethel.

What do you mean, "good-bye"?

Too much money.

We decided to let you go to South
America.

Oh, Fred.