Let's Be An Episode of I Love Lucy

I'm the blowjob delivered in Desi's dressing room minutes before filming.

I'm the cultural appropriation.

I’m the saliva on Cesar Romero’s lips

I'm Vitameatavegamin !

I'm Ethel's chic Hostess pants.

I’m Mrs. Trumbull, closet dyke.

I'm the hooker hiding in Desi's dressing Room closted

I'm the World where Dezi Arnez could make a career as a nightclub singer.

I'm the 10 foot loaf of bread that emerges from a 2 foot oven.

I'm twin beds.

I'm Vivian Vance being told to go back to makeup and find a less flattering shade of lipstick by Lucille.

I'm Lucy's elaborate daytime outfits for appointments in town ... usually a suit with scarf, bag, gloves, hat, jewelry, heels, hose, etc.

I'm The Spider.

I’m a box of chocolates that Ethel used to pinch

I'm the bucket the Ricardos have to poo into because their apartment has no toilet

I'm the booze on Ricky's breath when he enters the apartment set for the first scene in the morning.

And the scowl on Lucy's face when she smells it.

I’m Ethel's blue jeans, looking forward to my first subway ride.

I'm Lucy's thinly veiled disdain during Phil Ober's cameo.

I'm some 'splainin'. Lucy better start doing me.

R3, that wasn't saliva. See R1.

I'm Fred's shakes, thinking about that bottle of booze waiting for me in the dressing room after filming.

I’m the embryo.

I'm the folks at Phipps. We're a bunch of gyps!

I'm the lady on the laugh track who can be heard saying "Uh-oh!" in every damned episode when Lucy's latest scheme is about to blow up in her face.

I'm Lucy's old prostitution clients, looking at the TV and nudging the guy next to him, "Hey, I fucked that broad for a five."

I'm Bill Frawley's flatulence problem.

I'm the kerchief in her hair when she does "housework."

I'm the kitchen, that had a breakfast counter some days, a table some days and just no furniture at all on other days.

I'm the joke that slipped by censors in which Ethel bemoans that Fred has himself trained to do anything in less than a minute.

I'm Lucy's mother, fresh off of complaining about "that spic!" and sitting in the front row.

I'm Desi shouting, "Babalu Aye !" which the audience doesn't know is an Orisha/saint in Santeria (and Voodoo)

I'm the food that Ethel has had sufficient.

I’m the cheese baby.

I'm the Loving Cup trophy that Lucy gets stuck on her head.

"Oh, Lucy, this could only happen to you!".

I'm Lucy's riding lawn mower which wrecks her neighbor's prize tulip garden.

I'm the smokes.

I'm Ricky singing and performing in too many episodes.

I'm the piano up center no one ever seems to play

I’m the murder mystery book that leads Lucy to believe Ricky is planning to kill her.

I'm the perplexing space behind the kitchen door.

I'm Charleston Garden at B Altman, in a somber sulk for never being a location.

I'm the early I Love Lucy episode when Lucy and Ethel knock on a woman's apartment door and she opens the door and Lucy says their doing a survey. The woman says YOU'RE NOT FROM KINSEY ARE YOU?-Impressively risque for 1951!

I’m YOUR washing machine, Ethel.

I'm the tiny budget Lucy was kept on, despite Ricky being the headline performer at a nightclub he owned.

R43 The fight over the washing machine. And of course it falls off the balcony.

I'm the small pillow that Ricky puts over Lucy's mouth to stop her screaming when he gives her surprise anal a couple of times a month in one of the single beds.

I'm Edward Everett Horton who has to pretend I have the hots for Lucy and then Miss Lewis.

I'm the grapes.

I'm Mrs. Trumbull's eternal lack of opportunities outside the home, which make her forever available to babysit for Little Ricky.

I'm the most happy fella......

I'm Gale Gordon and Bea Benadaret, pissed at not getting the Mertz roles.

I'm the sex that happens between the scenes where one minute Lucy and Ricky are snuggled together on the couch reading the sports page then after a quick fadeout they saunter back to the living room from the bedroom in different outfits with a very pleased Lucy expressing how good it was and wishing they could do it more often.

I'm an inspired use of burlap!

I'm Teensy and Weensy.

[quote]I'm the kitchen, that had a breakfast counter some days, a table some days and just no furniture at all on other days.

We're the Desilu set decorators and props department and we're thrilled that you even noticed.

I'm the brick interior wall.

I'm Elois Jenssen.....

I'm Carolyn Appleby. I'll be damned if that bitch is going to one-up me!

I’m those square little picture frames on the wall.

I'm the grapes that got flung in Lucy's face.

I'm the scene where Lucy gives birth. I'll be done a million times over the next 60 years, on various different shows, and each time I'll be made out to be just the biggest thing you've ever seen.

I'm Elvia Allman calling for the chocolate assembly line to be speeded up.

I'm the Anna Magnani–inspired wig fashion.

I'm Edie Adams, singing a beautiful version of "That's All" to Lucy and Desi on the last show with the full cast....unfortunately Mr. and Mrs. Arnaz were not on speaking terms at the time.

I'm William Holden at the Brown Derby gazing at Lucy.

I'm Eve Arden, informing Lucy and Ethel that it's HER portrait on the wall of the Derby, not Shelley Winters or Judy Holliday.

I'm the entire theater going audience who learned Second Acting from Lucy and Ethel when they snuck in after intermission of "Most Happy Fella."

I'm Franistan!

R58

Also known as Lillian Appleby; sometimes blind as a bat, sometimes apparently no need for eyeglasses. Depends on what's needed.

I'm that episode I think I remember where Lucy pretended to be a chair. I think she thought her neighbors were spies or something.

VIVIAN VANCE!!!!!!

I am one of Jacques Marcel's models wearing a Jacques Marcel Original based of course upon a monstrosity created by a reasonable tailor hired by Ricky to play a dirty trick on Lucy. Actually, in reality I'm Georgia Holt and am most famous for being the mother of CHER.

R70

The 'spies' having been played by Hayden Rourke, better remembered for playing Dr. Bellows on I DREAM OF JEANNIE and K.T. Stevens who was at that time married to Hugh Marlowe (Lloyd Richards in ALL ABOUT EVE). I, K.T. was a friend of Vivian's from when we'd been cast in the same play a decade earlier.

I'm Lucy's jitterbug dance instructor Arthur King Cat Walsh.

"Man that's cool. Dig the crazy dancin' bear. That coat's a gasser! Frantic. Let's bag it baby."

I’m the extra 20 pounds Lucy insisted on from Vivian Vance.

Thank you r73!

In all the I Love Lucy threads I've seen, I don't think that episode has ever been mentioned. I've seen so many other episodes multiple times, but not this one. Just that one time when I was very young, maybe 6 or 7.

I'm that terrible, fake, huge laugh coming out of Desi's mouth from time to time that is maybe the most mirthless laugh on TV. That is until Alan Alda came along on M.A.S.H. and almost topped it with his own mirthless, terrible, huge, fake laugh.

I'm the vacuum cleaner that Lucy lugged all over NYC and didn't make a single sale.

I'm Lucy's fake nose!

I'm too many Old-Fashioneds.

I'm Mrs. McGillicuddy's cackle which was a worse egg than Marion Strong's.

I'm the line "Ethel, look what happened to your washing machine." It was the funniest few seconds of the whole show. Lucy's timing was impeccable.

R76 Here's your chair episode. In the bottom right photo she's sneaking out the door. Priceless and love it!

I'm Don Loper, too grand to learn his lines and stumbling over almost every one.

I'm DL fave, Mrs. Bow Wow Richard Carlson.

I'm the toaster that Ethel really wanted for her birthday.

Well, I'm the scrunchy belt, off-the-shoulder top and ballet flats that Ethel should have gotten to go with her harlequin hostess pants.

I'm that little bit of Barbara Eden poop on Desi's dick.

I'm the ghost of Tillie.

I'm Mrs. Gordon MacRae, with my uppity accent, before I entered into America's consciousness as good old Sheila MacRae.

I'm itza mu-mu.

I'm Sally Sweet, I'm the Queen of Delancey Street.

I'm the mineral oil Lucy got to rub all over John Wayne's muscular nude body.

We're Evelyn Holmby, HATCHET murderess, and her BLONDE companion and we'd like another HELPing.

I'm Lucy's chiffon scarf that blows so beautifully from the offstage fan that it convinces the TV audiences that Fred and Lucy really are on the Staten Island Ferry.

I'm Mrs. Forrest Tucker and I can barely walk.

I'm Ethel's dungarees.

I'm Desi Arnaz's idiot savant flash genius for developing the standard sitcom we use today, filming on 35mm and the concepts of reruns and syndication. Never smart before, never after. Rain Man level TV production genius.

I am King Cat Walsh, the jitterbug dancer

I'm Little Ricky's cap gun.

I am mrs Trumbulls old crusty pussy.

I'm two words that one must never say: SWELL and LOUSY.

I'm Mrs. McGillicuddy's passive-aggressive insistence on calling Ricky "Mickey."

They call me Cuban Pete. I’m the king of the Rumba beat .

I’m Ricky’s foreskin, straining against his fat Cuban pinga.

I'm "Oh, keep quiet", the closest Lucy ever got to telling off her horrible mother,

I'm Jimmy Wilson's hefty mother. Without me playing the fairy princess last year, Ethel never would have gotten the chance.

I don't care if it's already been mentioned. I'm Vitameatavegemin.

I'm Ethel's leopard outfit from Mrs. Howell's charm school. Addendum: Lucy hated this episode because it was one of the rare ones where Vance got a bigger laugh than she did.

I'm the audience losing interest in the show every time Tennessee Ernie Ford was on.

R110 all his episodes were funny though.

I'm "It's a moo moo."

We're the bananas that ugly little Stevie Appleby peels with his feet.

I’m Madam Ethel Mertzola!

I'm the operetta that Lucy wrote.

I'm that one time Lucy DID get in the show.

I'm the EthelLu Dress Shop.

I'm their gypsy QUEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeen!!!

I'm friendship.

I am Carlotta Romero and I have been putting on weight mostly.

I'm world-renowned home economist Mary Margaret McMertz.

I'm unpoopular. 😓

I am Joe Maggio, little Ricky’s favorite baseball player.

I'm the casual references to domestic violence.

I’m Sir Lancelot, I love to sing and prance a lot.

I’m Fred Mertz’s pants.

And you get called a nancy a lot

When guys pull down your pants a lot.

I'm the never seen before dog, Butch, that magically appears under the table when Lucy is dieting, so Fred can feed me a scrap and Lucy can try to get to it first.

I’m Fred Mertz after transitioning.

We’re Frausy Ricardo and Dishwater Mertz.

I'm Rock Hudson's lips puckering up to blow!

I'm Ann Sothern, pissed because I'm prettier, more talented, can sing, dance and act better and am funnier than Lucy but will never be as big of a star.

"If only there was a way to be a bigger star? Thought Ann

I'm Tallulah's liquored breath.

I'm Dr. Peterson and the only thing funnier than my dancing is the look on Ricky's face when he hears Lucy's voice from inside the trunk.

I will make this poster laugh his ass of for decades to come.

I'm WILLIAM HOLDEN , deciding if I'm going to fuck Lucy after the show.

I'm the oriental figurines on the mantel.

I'm Lucy's incipient smoker's croak on [italic]The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour.[/italic]

I'm the Champagne on the house Vivian Vance buys, when William Frawley dies.

And I am the bottle of Vitameatavegamin that became Lucy's all time most popular episode.

I'm Vivian's bruises, covered up by makeup artist Hal King.

I’m the pastel painting of a male dancer that once hung above Ricky’s bed that I saw for sale on eBay....and was probably a fake.

I'm the goldbloots, that came into the US on the back legs of the Booshu bird.

I'm the pencil she used to dial.

[quote]The 'spies' having been played by Hayden Rourke, better remembered for playing Dr. Bellows on I DREAM OF JEANNIE and K.T. Stevens who was at that time married to Hugh Marlowe (Lloyd Richards in ALL ABOUT EVE). I, K.T. was a friend of Vivian's from when we'd been cast in the same play a decade earlier.

I'm Hayden Rorke (not Roarke), trying to figure out if Desi will let me borrow Cesar Romero.

We're Richard "Dick" Crenna and Janet Waldo, who would go on to greater fame (Him: Our Miss Brooks, The Real McCoys, movies and television; Her: tons of voiceover work, most notably as Judy Jetson.)

I'm Bea Benaderet. I missed out on Ethel, but I got this one-off. Oh well, I guess Edward Everett Horton is better than William Frawley.

I'm the cheese sandwich that Lucy tries to eat on the sneak while under an avalanche.

I'm the Sansevieria trifasciata and Philodendron scandens.

I'm Bob's bubbles......

I'm the lines guest star Joan Crawford keeps forgetting because she's drunk.

I'm the fake gushing when Lucy realizes a guest star is someone famous.

I'm a Grecian Urn.

I'ma gonna vamp you!

I'm the stupendously glamorous Mrs. Alan Ladd!

I'm....

I'm the yellowface!

I'm Lucille's terpsichorean ability.....

I'm Little Ricky, relegated to sitting in a room alone for hours, until I'm hauled out for 5 minutes of camera time, or at the zoo with Mrs. Trumble.

I'm the sunburn.

I'm the slinky, black dress that Barbara Eden wore on an episode (and she had to keep on dodging Desi's advances during rehearsals, according to her memoir).

I'm the green, Puerto Rican prom dress Lucy is wearing in R160

I’m Sir Lancelot, I love to sing and prance a lot.

I am the good PRINCE Lancelot, I love to sing and DANCE a lot.

I am the mother of Lucille Ball, often heard from the audience saying "uh oh!!" when Lucy is about to do something wacky.

And thank you, OP for this thread, a respite from so many negative and depressing threads that are clogging up the bowels of datalounge lately.

I am Lily of the Valley.

"Tell him not to dilly dally, not to silly sally, come back soon, Lily of the valley."

I'm all of the POC who were never on the show.

I’m Ethel’s arrow dress.

If I’m not in this episode, I’ll be in the next one.

I’m the pattern on the Ricardos’ old sofa.

In black and white I look like a sea of canker sores.

I'm Bill Frawley's farts, still living on in posterity deep within the cushions of r168.

R165 give a rest sjw, it was the fifties lol and they had many cubans !! Anyway I’m Sam the Porter , now shut the fuck up.

I'm the dramatic way Mrs. McGullicudy asks "Who's Dory Schary?"

I'm the PT what?

I'm your favorite song.

I’m the corpse of Bobby the bellhop.

He foolishly stowed away in the sidecar of the Mertzes motorcycle thinking he could get more screen time if he somehow got to New York.

I now reside in the forecourt of Grauman’s Chinese Theatre under the 4th edition of John Wayne’s footprints.

I'm Albuquerque, New Mexico.

I’m the Chocolate Soldier.

I'm the left over children from "The King & I!"

I’m stage fright.

I'm strawberries. The greatest actress of the American theater is allergic to me.

I’m the hem of Valentino's burnoose.

I'm the big city vamp, seducing Tennessee Ernie Ford.

I’m “Honeybunch”.

I’m hauled out of mothballs whenever Fred is in deep shit with Ethel.

Or if ever he’s feeling randy.

I’m the porthole Lucy easily could’ve gotten out of if she really tried.

[quote]I'm the lines guest star Joan Crawford keeps forgetting because she's drunk.

Joan did a guest spot on "The Lucy Show," not "I Love Lucy."

I'm all the MGM movies that Lucy suggests they remake starring Ricky.

I'm the wool suit......

I'm Cynthia Harcourt, AKA Evenlyn Bigsby, AKA Betty Ramsey

I'm that egg that Marian Strong laid!

I'm the people who never forgot her.

I'm the wink-wink that Lucy gives when she asks the director of the "Follies" number, "Wouldn't you like to see me die?"

I am the dizzy wife and her crackpot friends

I'm the statue that Lucy portrays in the very last episode of I Love Lucy.

I'm Tilly.

I'm Nertz to Mertz

I'm the cleaning bandana that Fred Mertz wore so nicely.

I'm one of the parties that Ethel hasn't been to since she was a little girl.

I'm the birthday present that Lucy picked out for Ethel - the famous Hostess Pants!

I'm the cheese that Lucy pretends is a baby! (Worth repeating if lost in previous 198 entries...)

I'm the Lucy! You're the Ethel!

I’m Zeke in Bent Fork. That bitch was richer than everyone combined.

I'm the feathers.

I am Ricky Bacardi the man Lucy married ,according to her marriage license.

I am songbird Mrs Willoughby head of License Bureau and Mayor of unknown podunk town that has two elderly people in charge of everything.

I'm Fred in drag in the "Ricky Ricardo doesn't work here anymore?" episode, looking like Barbara Stanwyck in "Double Indemnity".

I'm that fake tree that sits in the corner of Lucy and Ricky's apartment during the "Hollywood" season.

I'm the young man that Rock Hudson inexplicably stops to chat with on his way to talk to the girls during the "Palm Springs" episode.

I'm the warning that Desi gave William Frawley on being hired: "You come in drunk or hungover just once, you're fired"

I'm Don Loper. Here are some of my 1956 fashions.

I'm Verna Felton's character who knows exactly how Lucy the vacuum saleslady is going to clean up that mess on her living room floor without electricity.

I'm also Verna's real life son getting some acting work on "I Love Lucy" playing the part of the gofer of the adman who wants Ricky for a Mr and Mrs TV morning show for Phipps department store.

I am Her Supreme Highness, the Maharincess of Franistan!

I'm Bart Braverman. "She's my birthday too". Nice little bit of acting subtext when he returns the shoes and confesses his scam and you can tell Lucy knew all along but wanted to believe it because she missed her son so much.

I'M THE FRIENDS OF THE FRIENDLESS.

I'm Theresa, the Italian grape stomper who beat the shit out of Lucy. Although Lucy would tell the story that Theresa didn't speak English and didn't understand what was happening, she was actually an American who was hosting her own radio show in the States in English.

I'M THE DRAGON FROM SCOTLAND.

I'm the lack of chemistry between Lucy and her mother.

R150 , JOAN WAS ON THE LUCY SHOW , NOT ILL.

I am the grapes that Lucy and Ethel stomped

I'm Lucy feigning interest in Little Ricky.

I'm neither Sticky Fingers Sal, nor Pickpocket Pearl.

I'm Sally Sweet from Chicka-chicka-boom Street!

Am I the only gay who is not a fan??? I cringe even hearing her voice.

r221 = Vivian Vance's last husband

I'm Barbara ("have you got a job for me this week, Lucy?") Pepper. Lucy stayed true to her longtime pals from the early Hollywood days.

I am the living room furniture. Don't get too attached to me, Lucy is getting a whole new look in a few more episodes.

R9, I remember seeing that episode as a small child in the mid-60s, and being strangely turned on by it. Ahem.

Anyhoo, I'm the painted brick wall in the first apartment.

I am the experimenting little Ricky and Bruce Ramsey had in their rooms as teenagers.

R163, Lucy's mother was the "uh-oh"? Wow. I remember it well, it seemed to be on every episode. I assumed it was the laugh track on repeat.

I'm the tears in Miss Bankhead's mashed potatoes.

I'm Uncle Oscar's walk-in freezer.

I'm the recycled scripts. Some are from earlier seasons, and many are from "My Favorite Husband."

I'm.......

I'm Frank Nelson. I was both Freddie Fillmore and Ralph Ramsey.

Oh, Frank -- don't be modest! You were also Ben Benjamin, Henry the waiter, Sgt. Nelson, Dickie Davis, the train conductor, and the customs officer who discovers the cheese.

Wasn't he also Ricky's boss?

I'm Peggy Rea. I played one of the demure bridge players on "ILL," but after gaining a substantial amount of weight, I went on to greater fame as Brett Butler's mother-in-law on "Grace Under Fire."

I am *clears throat* I am , testing 1,2,3, 4 testing!

" I'm Mrs. End......."

I am the clock that gets set back an hour to improve efficiency, instead of forward.

I'm Grace Foster, the neighbor/slut who's screwing the milkman!

I am gorgeous hunk of man( was he ever!) Tom Henderson’s big meaty dick.

And I am Harry Henderson. Tom’s ugly brother , the hunk who shrunk.

I'm Tom Henderson who somehow got to Hollywood and became just a lifeguard at the Beverly Palms Hotel.

I’m butter? On bread?!

I’m a lovely shade of turquoise.

I’m a bottle of My Sin.

I’m the cameraman’s mumps!

I’m Isabella Clump.

I’m Risky Riskerdough

I’m seven layers thick!

I'm the horseshoe Lucy tried shooting.

I'm the bad dream after eating too much Chinese food.

I’m the hunky 1st AD whose feelings get hurt when my down-low-lover/director calls out “Rolling!”

I’m Can-All-Pet

We’re the nutrients that can be found in a lima bean’s inner epidermis.

I am Ricky’s leftover breakfast eggs that Ethel will scarf down after he leaves for rehearsal.

I’m the shores of Gitche Gumee, by the shining Big-Sea-Water.

I’m Bennett Cerf.

I’m the Black Mariah.

I’m Oh, by yes!

I’m LucyEth’s.

Sorry, R259 here, that was supposed to be Oh, BUT yes!

I am , Splain

I'm Lucy being shitty. Not letting Ethel be elected president of the ladies club. I even gave away my new sweater.

I'm 0. I'm the number of episodes in which Lucy does not lie about something.

I’m MADAME X !!!!!!!!

I’m Theodore

I’m M A R T H A

I'm Fred's bone that he wants to bury in Lucy's garden.

I'm the U-Turn in the Holland tunnel.

I'm all the gags from "Hellzapoppin'" that they stole for the "Ethel's Home Town" episode.

I’m the twin bed in which Little Ricky was conceived.

I’m new doorlocks for Fred.

I’m the stock numbers Lucy thought were prices.

I’m beFORE, dear.

I’m AFter, sweetheart.

I’m Ricky’s English.

STOP MAKIN’ FUN A ME!

I’m Unique.

I’m Euphonious.

I'm Might-have-met-a-meaty-man, the follow-up product to Vitameatavegamin that acts as an aphrodisiac.

I'm why Ethel was the way SHE was

I'm the vacuum cleaner that won't work because the power is off.

I’m Alvin’s lunch.

I’m 3 cents a jar.

I’m Louise!

I’m Mae!

I’m Roberta!

I'm Ricky's new Pontiac.

I'm "Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred!"

I’m Sylvia’s chipped tooth.

I’m Frank Zabaglione.

I’m honeydew melon filled with strawberries, Eggs Benedict and hot chocolate.

I’m Lily of the Valley.

I'm Fred falling over dead in the Maharincess hotel room, but falling too far forward so that I have to inch my way down a little bit to be more comfortable as I lay there for the rest of the scene.

I’m...a radish!

I am the egg tango that Lucy and Ricky are rehearsing for the PTA Talent Show.

I'm "Wildcat!" People came to see Lucy Ricardo, but I didn't give it to them.

I’m Lucy’s mink stole - you’re sitting on me.

I’m measles.

I'm the furniture being unloaded from a van next door. I'm either worthless junk or priceless antiques.

I’m Lucy’s missing earring.

I’m The Anniversary Waltz.

When Desi sings me to Lucille, I will bring tears of bitterness and resentment that, fortunately, appear to America as tears of joy.

I’m Marco!

I’m Desi’s physique.

Thank God, clothes really DO make the man.

I’m homemade bread.

I’m home-churned butter.

I’m the missing steering wheel.

I'm Desi Sr., watching Desi Jr. playing Ricky on "SNL" parodies of "I Love Lucy" which change from "I Loathe Lucy" to "I Love Louis" (turns out to be Louis Armstrong) to even a gay version with "I Love Luiji" where Luiji was going to make chocolate moose but couldn't get the moose through the door.

We’re Aunt Sally's Pecan Pralines

I'm the broken lock on the freezer Lucy got stuck in.

I’m Cornel Wilde’s massive dong.

I was in the bathtub being deftly stroked to soapy completion when some dizzy bitch chucked a newspaper at me.

I’m Robert Taylor’s orange.

I’m Richard Widmark’s grapefruit.

I'm the lost footage from Ricky's aborted MGM film "Don Juan", which is now as mythical as the edited half hour of Judy's "A Star is Born" shot the same year!

I'm Ethel's cuticle scissors. I cut Lucy's spaghetti at the Brown Derby.

Hark!

Do I hear a footfall?

Is that you, lost footage?

I’m the deep gully in Fred and Ethel’s bed.

You DON’T wanna know how I got here.

I’m Lucy’s skirts.

You’ll want to hike me up for maximum impact.

I’m Sam Francesca.

I’m the border guard between Italy and France.

I think I’ll go grab some lunch.

I'm the "older woman" who laughs and shakes my head when Ricky asks me if I'm the pregnant one while singing "We're Having a Baby, My Baby and Me." I'm actually younger than Lucille Ball.

I’m that fat guy’s lower lip.

I get chomped on every time his dopey wife thinks she has seen Superman.

I am the Duke’s cement footprints

Was Cornel wild, r308?

[quote]I'm all of the POC who were never on the show. —It had to be said

We’re [italic]Amos n’ Andy[/italic] and [italic]Beulah[/italic], the shows they were on instead.

I'm Mary Jane Croft, Lucy's pallid replacement for Vivian Vance as her sidekick in her future sitcoms. On "I Love Lucy," I'm the mom seated next to Lucy in the cheese baby episode, and I'm Betty Ramsey in the Connecticut episodes. I was pretty busy in the '50s, and also played Clara Randolph on "The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet" and was the voice of a basset hound on "The People's Choice."

I'm Ethel's age, I'm somewhere between the speedy cleaners and goldblatt's delicatessen.

R323 She's also Cynthia Harcourt, the rich socialite who hit Lucy up for charity, and the reason L&E end up on top of the Empire State Building.

I'm the A list Movie Stars, Ricky becomes good buddies with. Even though I'm new on the lot.

I'm the CHESTERFIELDS , Lucy put in her PHILIP MORRIS tin.

I'm sorry your mother looks like a weasel.

Wilde West, for r321

We’re Ricky’s white knuckles. making an appearance whenever Rick clenches his fist.

We’d sure like to make an impression on Mrs. McGillicootie’s face every time she says, “You didn’t ask me.”

I’m Lucy’s hair when she wears me down.

I can’t remember if I’m a dormie or a mashy.

We're all the busboys at the club that Ricky shares his hot Cuban pinga with. We come pre-lubed.

I’m Eleanor.

I’m Glow-Worm

I’m that teller that Lucy intends to fire when she’s rich enough to buy that bank.

I'm the bus driver who let Mrs. Magillicuddy off at the front door even though the bus doesn't come down East 68th Street.

I’m the look on r42’s face when he realizes that rough old broad from the ‘Kinsey’ episode would go on to play Lucy’s mother.

Back then we had voices AND faces!

I'm Mrs. Magillicuddy's laugh when Lucy says the studio thinks Ricky is another Rudolf Valentino.

And anyway:

"I can't hear you. According to you, I'm not even HERE yet!"

I'm the wobbly headdress that ruined Lucy's chances of being seen in a movie.

I’m Boffo the Clown. Not to be confused with Pepito.

I'm the affect Lucy often used in her speech. The Don Loper SAY-lon or Los Angel-EES.

R343, I'm the Woman in the Moon in Mame which directly stole from that scene.

I'm the "lost" pilot for the show, which turned up in a shoebox under the bed of Pepito the Clown. Or someplace like that.

I'm MGM, taking a bit of a chance hiring a New York nightclub singer as a film star.

I'm "Barely a mouth full"

I’m the home perm and the homemade dress.

I’m the helmet and plaid boxer shorts Lucy believes are part of Superman’s costume.

I'm 33, 129 pounds and mousy brown...

I'm a watercress sandwich, also known as buttered grass

I'm the fender Lucy and Ethel ruin while changing a tire.

I'm the spanking.

I'm every Tom, Dick and Harry that's named John.

I'm Ricky trying to electrocute Lucy by plugging in the television while she's inside the console pretending to be on TV.

I'm George Reeves, doing a guest spot during which everyone will pretend I'm actually Superman and not an actor named George Reeves.

I'm the usually close friendship between the Ricardos and the Mertzes. I'll run hot then cold in this week's episode if the plot calls for it.

i'm BABA...LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU !!

I am the telegram from the Roxy Theatre that Mrs McGullicutty forwarded to Mickey thru snail mail.

Young Desi was dreamy.

Try again.

I'm the original cartoon opening featuring the episode's sponsor.

I'm the bebop.

I'm Harry Henderson who became a masher in front of Eddy's hotel room. "If Eddy wont let you in, I will."

I'm the lump that Lucy gave Bob Hope.

I'm Madelyn Pugh

I’m Max Factor.

I’m the general patriarchal attitude of the time that let’s Ricky spank his wife and not let her wear her how she wants to and everyone seems fine with me.

I'm Charles Lane, and I play a sour man with nine daughters, among other sour characters.

I'm Phil Ober's seething jealousy.

I'm Hal March.......what used to be considered "tall, dark and handsome" on 1950s TV.

One of the best episodes.

Ricky and Fred build a nifty barbeque which Lucy and Ethel dismantle that night - and haphazardly put back together again - while looking for Lucy's lost wedding ring.

Ricky - "It looks like hurricane hit it!".

Fred - " Yeah, Hurricane Lucy and Hurricane Ethel".

Second to Ethel's washing machine is Lucy driving by the window on the lawnmower.

Renita Perez here. Lucy couldn't understand our Spanish but felt obligated to speak to us as though we were deaf:

THE GOOD NEIGHBOR POLiCY WOULD BE HELPED !

I really don't mind. You see I get to go home and fuck my humpy husband Rory Calhoun. Well, unless he's out catting around again or when he forgets to wash and I can clearly smell Guy Madison's ass on his cock. I really hate that, you know ?

I LOVE this thread ❤️! Makes me want to start the series all over again (I haven’t seen a full episode in years now, but this thread is making me laugh a lot and making tons of “Lucy”-related memories flood back...)

I'm the single greatest two minutes of comedy that Vivian Vance provided during the series.

She was tremendous in this scene.

I'm Wee Donut.

I’m one of the Women From Mars!

I'm the little black off the shoulder blouse, the big crushy belt and the little ballet slippers that Lucy was too cheap to buy for Ethel.

I'm the 15 minutes Lucy needed more of for "that".

I'm Lucy's classic hairdo that helped to cement her image as Lucy Ricardo.

I'm this beautiful, color photo of Lucy and Ricky.

I'm arroz con pollo, Ricky's favorite dinner dish !

I'm Lucy's final fib before she begins the 24 hour bet.

I’m Lucie Désirée. Didn’t they like me?

I'm the most delightful scene of the whole series- the Ricardos and the Mertzes singing "California Here I Come" in a process shot of the George Washington Bridge.

I'm well done, Medium Raya!

I'm the final season of the series when makeup couldn't hide Desi's drinking, gambling, and whoring and Lucy's real age. But for some reason, The Mertz's looked better than ever.

I’m Tillie. Ethel called me!

Has Lucy got a dildo in her belt at r381?

[quote]I am the telegram from the Roxy Theatre that Mrs McGullicutty forwarded to Mickey thru snail mail.

And I AM the Roxy Theatre. But my greatest fame will come when I’m demolished four years later and Gloria Swanson poses in my ruins, inspiring the musical FOLLIES and thus, a whole generation of DL posters.

R394 Gloria

I'm the now defunct GIMBEL'S department store where Ethel got her formal that matched the one Lucy purchased at MACY'S.

Hep hep hep

I guess I can come to the conclusion that DL Queens LOVE I Love Lucy.

R391- It's hard to believe that when I Love Lucy premiered in 1951 Lucille Ball was already 40 years old. She looked 10 years younger until it morphed into the Lucy Desi Comedy Hour. By the very end of the series time caught up with Lucy and she finally looked her age-if not older-which was 48 or 49 years old.

R397 DL Queens have taste!

Vivian Vance aged much better than Lucy, r398

R400

I thought so too, even with her then (onetime) physically abusive husband Phil Ober and her ongoing issues with depression & other mental health ails.

The bitterness that gnawed at Lucy aged her quickly.

I always felt Lucy was terribly lonely. She didn't have many genuine, close female friendships.

Vivian, on the other hand, had a number of sisters whom she remained close to throughout her life.

I once read Lucy considered Vivian her closest friend. I doubt that Vivian felt the same.

I am the peanut butter sandwich Lucy choked down

I’m feeling dauncy.

I think Lucy has to wake up every day wondering if her husband was busted the previous night for gambling or soliciting whores. Didn't they have to pay off Confidential several times to hush up stories?

I am Chinese Modern.

I’m the Maharincess of Franistan!

We’re the publishers of “California Here I Come” getting richer and richer with every rerun and home video release.

I'm the trophy that got stuck on Lucy's head.

.I'm the Bonus Buck that got soaked in the starch vat

I'm the sweet 90 year old cleaning woman whom Desi serenades during rehearsal.

[quote]I think Lucy has to wake up every day wondering if her husband was busted the previous night for gambling or soliciting whores.

Well, not anymore.

I'm the men from the Smithsonian who were interested in the Cadillac that Fred bought for the trip to California.

I'm Jean Valjean Raymond, the lovestruck Frenchman who wants to duel Ricky for Lucy.

Bet JVR really wanted to duel Lucy for Ricky.

I'm Martha!

I am the magical rapid drying cement which somehow dried up around Lucy’s foot before she could pull it off.

I am the touring bus with only three sides Lucy and Ethel rode, in Hollywood.

I'm Ricky's poor vision and hearing. We're so bad Ricky doesn't notice Lucy when she puts on a wig or disguises her voice.

I'm this number that was never recreated on ILL....

I'm the lousy cookies that Lucy feeds to the twin boys that she babysits.

I'm the two MGM movies that Desi & Lucy did after Ricky's contract was cancelled.

It's been so long since I've seen the episodes. Why was Rick's contract cancelled?

I just remember Fred and Ethel planning to ride a motorcycle back to NYC after Ricky sold the car.

I'm "a-ha" that little bit of business that Teensy does at the 30 second mark in 'Ricochet Romance'

Or is it Weensy?

I am “Real Gone with the wind” , the story of the one of the brightest lights in Hollywood and how she dimmed her bulb featuring poor bongo player Nicky Nicardo ,mother figure Ethel Nurtz and cranky old coot Fred Nurtz.

I’m dead, you know.

We're Harry and Bess Truman.

We beat out Miss Scarlett Culpepper for the last table at Xavier Valdez's opening night at the Tropicana

I’m reverse psychology.

I'm the cheese that Ricky is NOT the father of.

R430 well, that was a neaseating scene.

I'm Don Loper who won't be at rehearsal before nyoon.

I'm Percy Livermore, noted English tutor. Business is not too good, so I moonlight as a used furniture salesman.

I'm "A Tree Grows in Havana."

I'm the guy who spoke German in the translation chain.

I'm Adele Sliff. I was a real person, not just a character in a Rock Hudson story.

I am Lucy and Ethel’s charm school tutor, a few years later I got shipwrecked on an island.

I’m the “Indian Show” episode that could never be made today by any sit com.

I'm "Forever Ember."

I'm Harper's Bazaar. Well, they're certainly bizarre.

I'm the blonde bimbo who tells the other other that "Ricky Ricardo is the end... the living end!".

^^ tells the other one

I'm en bas. en bas. EN BAS.

I'm Van Johnson's dance partner at the Beverly Palms Hotel.....I don't feel very good.....somebody call Van....

I’ll say, R431.

Honestly, I could have done better with a pitchfork!

It is amazing how the show took a toll on Lucy's looks. When it started she really did look like a young newlywed. By the end of the show she looked like someone's bitter mother in-law.

I’m Auf!

R446 I think it was the popping out two kids in 3 years that added to it plus the heavy smoking. I’m Snoopy Mrs DeVries from across the steet.

It must have been strange to go from an obscure D list actress to arguably the most recognized woman in the world in a year's time.

I’m Ruth Knickerbocker’s mousey exterior under which beats a cut glass punch bowl and 20 cups.

Do DL Queens think William Frawley was a HOMO? He was married briefly but his companion in his later years was a man.

I'm the Mertz's townhouse at 623 East 68th Street in the middle of the East River.

I'm the yuppy who bought the Mertz's townhouse in 1976 for $24,000. I sold it last year for 24 million.

I’m the Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League. We’re meeting on Friday afternoon this week. We usually meet on Tuesday.

I'm Gary Morton. Lucy never had any real success until she married me.

I’m the actual audience laughter heard on the sound track. No canned laugh track was allowed on my show.

okay, could someone with more technical ability than me please post the scene from the final "Lucy" where Edie Adams sings "That's All"? It's beautiful, but heartbreaking too, considering the circumstances.

Good idea, R458. Here it is.

here Mrs. Trumbull.

You must have been really good at swimming for all those years R454.

I'm the lease that Mrs. Trumbull reads to Lucy and Ricky, Fred and Ethel.

R459 and R460, thanks!

I'm Helen Kaiser who suddenly became younger than Lucy when her husband walked in.

Hey r464 - it’s me! Droopy Drawers!!

I'm the black lace dress worn by Edie Adams in the final episode. Lucy was so overwrought that night, I was actually the 5th dress Edie tried on for Lucy's approval.

I'm all the bric-a-brac that a terrified Lucy hands off to Ricky one by one to fling and break into a thousand pieces onto the carpet of their Hollywood suite, when she breaks it to him that she got him fired from MGM and he has a meltdown.

Also, I'm Lucy's mother who attended every taping and was the voice of that "Oh, no...!" heard in the audience laughtrack, many segments of which went on in TV history to be used by and heard on several other Desilu and other studio/network's sitcoms in the ensuing decades.

I’m released

I’m the BLACK LACE LINGERIE Ava Gardner bought that Lucy tells the whole tour bus about.

R470 Tour bus scene. Lucy insists that she and Ethel get off the bus for awhile to look around. Then when she gets back on there is a confrontation with a heavy woman.

Lucy - "I'm sorry Madam but that seat is taken.".

Fat woman - "It sure is honey".

Not quite r570...Lucy just insists on changing their seats back and forth across the aisle and before she slides back into her original seat, the large lady sits down without realizing Lucy is in the seat. I love the look the lady gives to Ethel when she thinks that Ethel is the one talking to her.

Oops make that a reply to r471 not 570.

I'm Aunt Martha!

I am Keith Tribodeaux, who played “little Ricky”

I'm the Q-tips that Lucy asked Fred to buy, and he comes back with cue sticks for playing pool. NOTE: I always wondered if this was an early attempt at payola for product placement. It's such an odd scene, and so unnecessary. Did Desi owe a favor to someone in the Johnson & Johnson company?

I'm "Over the Teacups".

R476, I thought it was an odd scene too. My take was the writers were burnt out and that's all they came up with to fill the time requirements for the episode.

R476, R468, I also agree. That scene is often cut out and when I saw it, I understood why. Just a real waste of time but it's also impossible to believe cheapskate Fred Mertz would ever buy pool cues.

I'm Ethel during the transition episode.

We know that one of the shows sponsors was Philip Morris cigarettes and the characters mentioned them by name in several episodes, so maybe Q-Tips was a sponsor too.

I'm Lucy's affected singing voice.

I'm Lucy's mink T-shirt.

[quote]It must have been strange to go from an obscure D list actress to arguably the most recognized woman in the world in a year's time.

Lucy certainly wasn't an A-list star in movies, but she was hardly "an obscure D list actress" before "I Love Lucy."

I'm Mamãe Eu Quero, the Brazilian song Lucy mimes to when she thinks Ricky is homesick for Cuba, completely ignoring the fact that the song is in Portuguese and not Spanish, and that, geographically, Havana is closer to Halifax, Nova Scotia than it is to Brazil.

I am little boy blue and peter cotton tail the two most eligible young bachelors in town. (Why the fuck is this episode not available on Hulu or prime by the way?)

I'm the 5 pound box of candy Ricky got Lucy when he destroyed the kitchen.

I'm Don Loper adjusting his fashion outfit on Lucy while she has a terrible sunburn.

But she got to keep the outfit for free!!

I'm the drunk effect overtaking Lucy after taking too many teaspoons of Vitavetavegamin (which was alcohol based).

I'm the look on Ricky's face reacting to another one of Lucy's crazy antics.

I’m Betty Ramsey, and I’m thrilled to know that Ethel Mertz is little Ethel Mae Potter from Albuquerque!

Hi everyone! I just got here!

I'm the shells in r491

I'm Walter Reilly, the MGM Vice President in charge of Ricky Ricardo.

I'm the story that Ethel keeps telling. The one that has had more performances than South Pacific.

Even though it's classic, I didn't like the Vitameatavegimin Episode. In fact, I didn't like any episode that didn't have Ethel.

I'm Frank Nelson, the conductor on the train that keeps coming to a screeching halt because Lucy keeps pulling the emergency brake. My signature phrase was a long, drawn-out "Yehhhhssss?".

I'm Sam McDaniel and I play the train porter in the same train episode. I'm the only African-American actor ever shown on I Love Lucy. I'm the older brother of Hattie McDaniel.

Frank Nelson played several different roles on "I Love Lucy," finishing up as Ralph Ramsey.

After you’ve seen the episodes a lot it is fascinating to see the same background characters pop up over and over in different episodes.

I'm one of the campaign slogans used to win the role of President Of The Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League:

YOU'LL GO FARTHER WITH ETHEL

I'm the beard that Lucy wears in disguise when she goes down to the club in order to spy on Ricky to see if he is having affairs with the hot rumba boys in his band.

The beard works so well with the false eyelashes and heavy eye makeup.

I'm 2000 ice cream molds in the shape of shriner's hats.

I have to be honest, "Lucy Does a TV Commercial" hits its peak early on and has nowhere to go pretty quick.

I agree with someone upthread. The episodes without Vivian Vance weren't as funny

Vivian aged so much better than Lucy

I am Lucille Ball's close, personal friend, Mary Wickes.

I'm the big movie start Cornell Wilde

[quote]I'm the Q-tips that Lucy asked Fred to buy, and he comes back with cue sticks for playing pool. NOTE: I always wondered if this was an early attempt at payola for product placement. It's such an odd scene, and so unnecessary. Did Desi owe a favor to someone in the Johnson & Johnson company?

Well, that would've been a waste, since Johnson & Johnson never manufactured Q-Tips.

I'm Lucy's iconic navy blue tailored A-line dress with the white polka dots.

I'm the incident involving Lucy, Tallulah and the freshly-painted, still wet kitchen chair. A predictable bit, but, admit it: you laughed.

I'm Lucy's turbo charged toaster that sent the toast into orbit when it popped up.

I'm tomay - mahto juice and Viv's trayzhur trove!

I'm Lucy and Ricky's oh-so-tasteful Early American living room, after they moved to Connecticut.

I'd go to Hell for Cornell!

I love watching Viv in interviews. Her intelligence always shines through. I remember one interview when she said since I Love Lucy she never had to spend a dime at a restaurant. Someone from another table would always insist on picking up her tab.

I'm the check that on the back says "Dear Teller: Be a lamb and don't put this in until next month."

I'm the phrase "Oh, honestly, Ethel..", usually said when Ethel is reluctant to join in on one of Lucy's crazy schemes: "Oh, honestly, Ethel, all we have to do is go out and stand on the ledge for two minutes."

I may or may not be an ax murderess.

I'm the band members who could never completely hold in their laughter whenever Lucy finagled her way into the show.

I'm the convertible they have to drive to the country club with the top down because Lucy can't sit in her tight dress.

I'm the hotel kitchenette, where Lucy and Harpo did their "mirror image" act.

R522 Lucy and Harpo.

What was wrong with $10.00?

[quote](Why the fuck is this episode not available on Hulu or prime by the way?)

A lot of the Hollywood episodes were missing on Hulu.

I'm the references to Fred and Ethel's time in Vaudeville.

I’m the Senior Shenanigans of the Rappahannock School For Girls

I’m Phoebe

I'm the charcoal covering the burnt waffle that Ricky made for Lucy.

Donald Trump is forced to tell the truth for 24 hours.

R530 Kelly Anne Conway is the Marian Strong of Washington D.C. The only problem is that she hasn't laid anything in years.

I'm the wax apple that Lucy tried to eat at the Littlefields home.

I'm Fred and Ethel's sex life; I don't exist.

and now it's a donald trump thread.

I am the hat perched on Marion Strong's head that Lucy, in an attempt to not lie about its ugliness, described as "Well, Marion, if that's the kind of hat you wanted, you sure got a good one". Here are Ethel and Carolyn lying about how beautiful I am.

[R. 525] You're so right. My favorite episode -- when Lucy and Ethel create the bogus association, "Ladies Overseas Aid" to get to Europe -- is missing from Hulu. Maybe because it's a model for Trump's charity.

I am the old lady from Terre Haute Indiana happy to get the donation to the real Ladies Overseas Aide.

Women's Overseas Aid.....that is.....

I'm the "local color" the film producers in Italy were looking for, by which they presumably did NOT mean, a woman with purple and blue skin from rolling around in a vat of grapes.

I'm the intercom system in the Connecticut house.

I'm Ellen Corby, who had a guest appearance as an acting teacher, and, even though only in her 40s at that time, already looked like she was old enough to play Grandma Walton.

I'm the last laugh. Jess Oppenheimer is having me since this thread is outnumbering the [italic]Lucy Show[/italic] thread in its current post count by 10 to 1.

I'm the furry hat that Fred and Ricky laugh at, that precipitates Lucy putting the loving cup on her head. *I liked that bucket hat and never understood their amusement.

I am Fred’s lost glasses on top of his head and If I had been a snake I would have bit him.

I am Ethel’s pride and where ever it is ,it is Frozen.

I'm the word "pregnant". I've been banned.

I'm the hernia Ricky almost got from carrying that gigantic (by 1950s standards) TV set to the Mertzes' apartment.

I'm the nearly perfect life that Lucy never even realized she had: living in a great apartment in the middle of Manhattan, with a husband who loves you, your best friend lives in the same building, and the two of you have all day long to get into trouble together!

We're almost every other sitcom ripping it off in some way over the next 50 years.

I'm the price tags on the Don Loper dresses that all read $500. Even the little black dress.

This is my favorite DL thread in years. I've been a fan of the show since I was a kid and it still makes me laugh. It has so many indelible moments.

Mornin', y'all! I'm the spirit gum holding up Lucy's mustache and goatee while she poses as Colonel Ricardo.

I'm the emergency brake on the train.

I'm everything in this picture.

I'm a plate of spaghetti. Ready! Aim! Hey, there's William Holden's head!

I'm Lucy's stand in who got to appear in several episodes....I'm on the left...

I'm licensing.....

R527 I’m the show that would be over by the time Lucy said Senior Shenanigans of the Rappahannock School for Girls.

Im drunk off my ass Harpo Marx , looking at Lucy with a clown wig on was like looking in the mirror.

I'm the restaurant where Lucy and Ethel have to wash dishes because they didn't have any money to pay the bill.

I'm the bathrobe that Lucy ever so shyly pulls off of John Wayne which pretending to be his masseur in order to give him a massage.

Remember this is the 1950's when people were reserved about bare or near bare bodies and things of a sexual nature.

I'm Nancy Kulp's horribly misguided Cockney accent as the chambermaid in the Ricardo's London hotel.

I’m the bellhop with the same problem.

I am the bongos Ricky played

I'm Frank J. Scannell. I play the clown/comic who tried to teach Lucy a comedy routine: "slowly I turn, step by step, inch by inch..."

I'm "and you forgot Lana".

I'm the crib liner in Little Ricky's crib that strangely has the Lucy and Rickey characters from the show's open on it.

I'm Scotty MacTavish MacDougal MacCardo.

I'm that frowsy redhead and that middle-aged dishwater blonde.

I'm the cashmere sweater and purse set that was used to bribe Lillian Appleby into nominating Lucy for president of the Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League.

That was one episode I never got. For those few minutes I hated Lucy.

I'm Ricky's undisclosed okay-ness with Eddie Grant's (Fred's visiting negligee salesman friend) desire and plan to fuck Lucy in his hotel room at the Cheri Plaza.

I'm the eggs squashed on Lucy's bosum when she and Ricky do the tango. And the eggs squashed on Ethel's butt when Fred hits it with the door.

I'm Tulsa. Lucy once spent two weeks in me.

I'm the red red robin that keeps bob bob bobbin' along.

Today is my birthday! I would be 102 years old today.

Love from Desi Arnaz living on in reruns in that great sitcom in the sky.

I'm the helicopter pilot who is dangling a woman over an ocean liner.

I'm Vivian Vance's birth certificate Lucy changed after Viv died to make everyone think Viv was older.

I am Lucy ( doing her best acting) not being a tough bitch boss to her maid who walks all over her.

I’m director Bill Asher hoping no one is paying attention to r549 or the fact that I blatantly “borrowed” from myself when directing my exceedingly fuckable wife (back off Desi!) in an episode of Bewitched - right down to the Big Dipper line (apologies to Bob, Jess and Maddy).

And if you’re reading this, my darling director daughter, Rebecca, it’s called H O M A G E.

I’m a sea of Honeydew Melons.

I'm today's Google doodle!

Hey, fun r583!

How do you suppose one can post those??

I'm sorta breaking the race barrier with a Cuban marrying a white American woman.

I’m big globs of cheese and butter!

Like this, r584?

R587!!!!

I’m Asparagus tips.

Fresh, tender asparagus tips.

[quote]And if you’re reading this, my darling director daughter, Rebecca, it’s called H O M A G E.

So is that what the French call a rip-off?

I'm Helen Erickson Sears Kaiser. Age 29.

I’m dyed--WASHED!

We’re Lucie and Desi Jr. standing in a crowd in the last episode.

I'm Dan Jenkins. I play a musical instrument: tissue paper and comb.

I'm Part Two!

Is this a first?

I'm Chesterfields the brand Lucy preferred over Phillip Morris. They would put me in Phillip Morris containers and the audience was non the wiser.

Jussie Smollet has 14 threads....but I Love Lucy deserves at least two!!!

r597 The theatre threads are in triple digits! I was wondering if this was a first for a "Let's be..." thread.

Thank you r595!

You are so welcome OP, I wasn't sure if you were up, and I was worried about the thread closing. I hope I didn't step on your toes!

Wildcat Bajour!

I'M the twin beds , sometimes pushed together. they must have been the nite they had little Ricky.