Let's Be An Episode of I Love Lucy: Part Two

I am the dark, dreary Mertz apartment. No bedrooms or bathrooms and a doorway leading to an imaginary kitchen. Fred's clothes are kept in my living room closet. Some of my furniture is from thevRicardo apartment.

I'm Ethel's piano playing ability.

I come and go based solely on that week's plot.

I'm the bunk bed that Ricky falls out of in the dreary cabin they stay in on the way to California.

I am everybody in the neighborhood who wants to audition for the MGM talent scout.

[quote]I'm Ethel's piano playing ability. I come and go based solely on that week's plot.

Unlike us, who always sucked at the piano and never got any better.

I'm Fred the dog and the dog that only made one appearance when Lucy was on a diet.

R6 Butch, the Mertz dog

I’m Desi Arnaz’s conflict with Frank Sinatra over [italic]The Untouchables[/italic].

I am Cornel Wilds hot hairy ass and his clean as a whistle hole that Bobby, Lucy, and Ethel all wanted to lick.

I am Mary Wickes.

I'm Nancy the harp player, the only female in the band, and sick of fighting off a bunch of nasty men.

I'm Karl Freund, the great cinematographer who shot "Metropolis," "Dracula" and "I Love Lucy," for which I developed the three-camera technique still in use today.

I thought Desi was the one who came up with the 3 camera technique.

I am the characters ages. Lucy was 33. Ricky was 35. And I'm assuming that Ethel was 43 and Fred was 55. Mrs. Trumbull was 65.

[quote]I thought Desi was the one who came up with the 3 camera technique.

Let's just say that Desi was smart enough to hire Karl Freund as the show's cinematographer.

I am the dowdy, cheap-looking house dresses Ethel wore in the first few seasons, before Vivian Vance demanded that she be given a more flattering wardrobe.

I am the breakfast that Ricky never had time to eat

I am the hilarious topic of domestic violence.

I'm the Italian cow that wanted to kick the shit out of Lucy because of her aggressive milking technique.

I am not ILL! I am I LOVE LUCY!!!

I am Ethel's split personality walking around like a high society girl.

We are the "gay 90s" songs that for some reason were popular with the 50s, Latin-loving crowd at the Tropicana.

Iirc, Vivian broke up Phil Ober's marriage. It was something of a scandal in the society pages.

I am all the things that didn't make sense.

I'm the side of beef. No, make that TWO sides of beef.

I am William Frawley sneaking off to have a tryst with another man.

I am the special Christmas episode which was not in reruns and not see again until many years later.

I am Lucy having a nervous breakdown and climbing out on the window ledge, thinking that she is Superman.

……..until the real Superman shows up and saves her.

Waiting for Ethel and her little pair of scissors to save the day.

I'm Ethel in r18. When I hear what I think is Ricky beating Lucy, I stop Fred from intervening and tell him, "We can't interrupt them at a time like this!"

My name is Sally Sweet. I'm the Queen of Delancey Street. When I start to dance, everything goes chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky-boom!

Wasn't the Sally Sweet number from the act Lucy and Desi did before ILL was on the air, or maybe it was the Slowly I Turn act?

I'm Lucy's mother’s friend’s roommate’s cousin’s middle boy.

I'm also the Karl Freund who knew how to shoot Lucy to look 15 years younger than she actually was.

I'm the only radio episode ever produced, a version of "Breaking the Lease," with added narration from Desi. It was a pilot for a proposed companion radio series of "ILL," which never came to fruition because CBS executives were afraid it would diminish the audience for the TV series.

I'm the anxiety that Lucy experienced during the Vitavitavegamin shoot - she later said that she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to get through the fast repetitive lines over and over again.

I'm the mink coat hanging over the sofa right behind Ethel.

I'm the type of scene that couldn't be done in our modern times anymore.

I'm the talk Ricky gives little Ricky to help him get over his stage fright. It's one of the most beautiful scenes of the series.

I'm the Karl Freund who suggested a shuttered opening between the living room and kitchen to open up filming possibilities.

I'm revolting.

R42 No more than usual.

I am prestegious Havana U, Ricky’s alma mater.

I'm pre-Castro Cuba

I'm Ethel, who was clearly more attracted to Ricky than Fred.

I'm the rumors that Vivian and Lucy were lovers, and that they behaved like "a couple of dykes in heat."

We’re the Tropicana audience secretly hoping Lucy actually will try to crash Ricky’s show. Of course, we’d never admit it upfront to his face.

[quote]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!

Watch out, or you'll step on the Brains's toes, Fingers!

I’m Clyde Beatty Circus

I’m Treatment, Ricky, Treatment!

I’m Ay ay ay ay ayyyyy!

We’re the map and the torch.

I’m Bom BopBop Bom Bom BOM!!!

I’m an ol’ cowhand

That is one of my favorite episodes r55!

Smile when you say that, R56

I'm Peggy and I keep jiggling.

I’m Frank Zabaglione’s little girl.

We’re just a few big flaming romances that Lucy had.

Let's see...

Billy

Maury

Jess and Jerry

Bob and Bennett and George and Phil

Martin and Danny

Argyle and Bud

and Wilbur and Noble and Carl

Frank and Henry- that was in high school...

Uh, then in junior college, there was Johnny and Kenny

I'm the Gold Dust Twins who I thought was the Coal Dust Twins.

I say I’m $32.50, but I’m really $4.95.

I'm Jamestown New York which gets shoutouts as Lucy's hometown. (It's actually Celeron NY just outside of Jamestown. A huge sign points the direction just off of the main highway. I grew up in nearby Ripley long before the real Lucy cult took off. A classmate's grandfather went to high school with Lucy there.

I'm hot daddy Claude Akins' hairy, muscular chest, which confirmed for many confused gaylings in 1956 that they were indeed gay.

I'm Desi's Cuban heels that made him as tall as Lucy.

I'm Raggedy Ricky which will get Lucy Ricardo a contract at MGM - which she turns down....

I'm John Wayne's masseur and I'm pissed that I don't get to give him his daily blow job today.

I got wind of it, R55 and R56.

I’m the vaguely toxic aroma of burnt putty after Lucy’s fake nose catches fire.

I'm the teenage girl tying up the pay phone on the Westport train station platform on a windy, bitterly cold night, as I talk with my friend about Elvis whatshisname.

I'm Lucy telling the story about that flaming nose routine and what actually happened. They did not expect the fake stuff to heat up so intensely and Lucy ad libbed the dunking of the nose into the cup of coffee to help cut down on the heat burning her real nose.

Adding to the members of the band who enjoy watching Lucy carrying on is the piano player at the audition after Lucy told everyone the truth during the day. He doesn't even pretend to be an actor in a scene, he just sits back and laughs like hell as she goes through the interactions with the Italian magician. Lucy does not disappoint in that whole set-up, she is as physically funny as can be. Genius. The way she swans around thinking she is following his directions is a killer.

I’m the forgotten, uncredited animator who created the now-iconic heart-on-satin opening logo for syndication, replacing the Lucy and Ricky stick figures of the original that the FCC has made effectively illegal to air on TV without removing the cigarette references.

I'm the guy in the booth that triggers the knives in the episode where Lucy helps out the Italian knife thrower. *Next time this is on pay attention to the guy who was playing the piano for the chicken singer lady - he's having the best time laughing at Lucy's antics.

I’m Unk.

Ethel calling her Uncle Oscar this over the telephone will be the first and last time you’ll ever hear anybody using me as a nickname.

I'm Ricky's dramatic acting while the gang rehearses what they'll do once Lucy goes into labor.

I’m Lucy’s “Traysure” Trove.

I’m Wondiful

I’m fat ass dark fantasy future Little Ricky’s propeller hat.

I'm Caperucita Roja, the story/acts out that Ricky tells to Lil Ricky.

^^ the story that Ricky tells/acts out to Lil Ricky.

I'm the mannequin head that Lucy dances with while Ricky is "dipsy fishing".

I'm the giant hedge that Lucy gets stuck in during the fox hunt at Sir Clive's estate.

I'm the food from Phipps Department Store.

I'm the brilliant set design of the subway car in the loving cup episode, showing people all over the world what the NYC MTA looked like in 1953.

I'm Ethel's feet, that are bigger than Joan Crawford's and Gary Cooper's footprints at Graumman's Chinese Theater.

I’m Ethel’s unmentionable brassiere to which she intends to pin her “priceless” opal brooch.

We’re the gold bracelets around her upper arm.

We don’t associate with those slutty hoop earrings.

I bet Lucy was pissed about that episode, r88. Viv looked better than her.

R74 and I am the chicken singing lady, They told me not to call them and that they would call me.

That’s a sure bet, R89!

She also got the larger/longer laugh.

—R88

I’m fickle?!

I'm "My bean, luckitta."

I’m just a bit of flotsam in the sea.

I’m when you want someone to do something but you don't want them to know that you want them to do that particular something so you make up something else, then they think they're just doing that something else but in reality they're doing the something that you want them to do but don't want them to know that you want them to do.

I’m a feesakeyatryst

I’m not gasoline, I’m lemonade.

I bet any gay crew back then had a fit over super butch Claude and super big John Wayne. John looks like he was hung like a horse. Loved his great big hunky ass.

I am macho grasa, big fat pig uncle Alberto.

[quote] I’m Wondiful

I don't get this reference.

I am I won swish apaments!

I am the greediest the penny Penchingest and Lucy’s dearest friend in the whole wide world!

R100, thats's the way Lucy pronounced wonderful a couple times.

I'm the movie offers Ricky, apparently, never received again but still allowed him to hobnob with top celebrities.

I'm this couch that Lucy won in a contest. I didn't stick around for long, maybe 20 episodes. She called me ratty. I'll admit one cushion end often stuck up lopsided which looked sloppy.

I'm the Handy Dandy washing machine that Fred buys Ethel. I am totally forgotten episodes later when Fred buys Ethel the Ricardos' washing machine to replace the really old one that Ethel quips was probably the first one ever made.

I am the load Mrs Trumbull got of us.

I'm Ethel Mae's room which must be a nice dusty mess by now.

I am the badly spliced together photo of Fred and Ethel’s wedding day.

I’m a bum sport

I’m not Lucy’s brand.

I’m the cousin that ate Lucy’s geranium plant.

I’m the incredibly race-sensitive tune Lucy hummed when trying to mime “Rice” for her mother in law.

I’m jiminy, the way Lucy pronounces Gemini.

r105, that almost looks like Lucy's Don Loper suit, but she wasn't allowed to keep that.

I thought she got it for F R E E E ! Free

She got to keep her original choice, the plain black dress; but your comment put Loper's voice back in my head. He was a hoot.

I the season they aged Little Ricky and all the plots became about him.

I'm the really short episode that only starred Vivian Vance

I'm pretend casual Ethel.

"La la-la la-la...oh hi Lucy!

I'm Lucy's problematic disdain for Ricky's [italic]ingles.[/italic]

I'm the noises Ethel makes when she eats: "slurp, chomp, smerch, splut, umm..."

I’m Jean Valjean Raymond

I'm the medallion Ricky wears around his neck, I'm seen when Ricky takes that cold shower after Fred shuts off the hot water, and other times he removes his shirt...

I'm Grace Foster. Many of the men and a few of the women who reside at 63 E. 68th Street are not unfamiliar with my snatch.

I'm Ricky's bathrobe, usually exposing his St Christopher medal

I'm Gloria Blondell, who played Grace Foster. I was the younger sister of Joan Blondell and am best remembered as Honeybee Gillis on "The Life of Riley." I was also the voice of Daisy Duck.

I'm Ethel Mertz's passport photo, guaranteed to make anyone laugh.

I'm Barney, Fred's old vaudeville partner, who comes to visit, full of lies. His lies are how Lucy ends up in a maids uniform. *I always hit mute when Fred and Barney sing those horrible songs.

I'm Mrs. Trumbull's castinets.

I’m that one skillet out there that hasn’t been cold for a week!

I’m Count Lorenzo.

I’m a box of Cracker Jack.

My, but we had prizes then...

Hostess Pants

Wedding rings, even!

I’m Buddy Rogers and I’ll be dipped if ever paraded around like that clown, Ricardo.

I’m an oculist.

Have you been to me lately?

I’m TAURO??!!

I’m Ross.

I said this in the previous I Love Lucy thread: DL Queens LOVE I LOVE LUCY!

I'm Marco the piano player. Even though no one discusses it, I think I'm black.

I'm the ever present gloominess of the apartment building's battleship grey colored back door porches and stairways. You can tell hardly any sun casts a ray in the recesses of the enclosure but it probably holds down the heat a bit on a hot summer day.

I am high society Ethel, so Fredrich darling if you are looking for me this afternoon I shant be home I’ll be at the penthouse at the waldorf!

I am the mustached hairdresser that snitched on Lucy, I had a “wife” supposedly.

I’m the hair treatment , that is essentially a Caesar salad recipe minus the anchovies , and the quilted heat cap that will ensure that Ricky will retain his luscious, black-shoe polish-dyed hair forever.

I'm Fred's Little Lord Fauntleroy outfit that he wears for "Lucy Hires an English Tutor."

R144, Oops, Fred was wearing a Buster Brown suit NOT a Little Lord Fauntleroy outfit. Sorry, I guess I was too busy tippy tippy toeing through my garden to notice.

I’m a baby carriage full of beef.

I’m half ‘a Bonus Buck.

I’m 23 Baloney

I’m the regifted candlestick

I’m the curlers in Ethel’s hair just as she’s about to meet John Wayn—

I’m Fred’s magical noise-reducing earmuffs.

I’m that lump in your throat when Lucy finally gets to talk to Little Ricky on his birthday.

I’m that intrusive hotel lifeguard that had to privately audition for Lucille.

And then, again, for Desi.

I’m Hedda Hopper’s Hat

I'm Aunt Yvette.

Hiya! We’re the smoke stack and the poop deck!

I’m Dorothea Wolbert, using my own name to play the head of the Ladies Overseas Aid.

I'm Papermoon Loves Lucy, a great tumblr for all things LUCY!

I am mad about good books, can't get my fill…

I'm the future Jane Hathaway, utilizing my impressive comic talents with a cockney accent to play a London hotel maid.

I'm the lovelorn look that Phyllis Kennedy gives the obviously gay Richard Deacon in "The Celebrity Next Door" when he carries the laundry basket for her. I'm thrilled that Lucy remembered me from our previous film, "Stage Door", where people mistook me for either Mary Wickes or Mary Treen.

I’m a Mickey from Ricky with r161’s name on it.

I'm the two big bottles of henna rinse that are the first thing Lucy saves when she's all bandaged up and thinks that the apartment is on fire.

I'm Lucy's ego, which is so out of control that she wants Ricky to get a blue convertible because "it will look great with my hair".

I'm "Greta Garbo", the line Lucy does twice in the Van Johnson episode, both different interpretations and both very charming.

I’m waiter, dear.

I’m flapcakes!

I’m hotjacks!

I’m Aunt Jemima Tortilla Mix!

I’m Fred’s missing $500

I'm the face powder that Lucy isn't wearing.

I’m too much pie & cake, lately.

I’m Grace Foster I MEAN, BROWN BETTY!!!!

I'm Ricky's babbling while he's pretending to be asleep.

I’m the rotten cuban in Denmark and I’ve got a fat friend.

I'm the line up of bottles of Clairol's various dyes tried on Vivian Vance's hair to dowdy her up the first season.

I’m Mortimer Snerd

I'm Lucy ripping off Vivian's false eyelashes during rehearsal.

Did that happen^?????

I’m the shirt button in Mr. Littlefield’s water glass.

Allegedly, r178. The story is from one of the more reputable Lucy biographies.

I'm "I'd tell you to fuck yourself but Desi beat me to it", a real Viv putdown.

😳

I'm Vivian's torrid early-1940s affair with already-married Phil Ober, further scandalizing r182.

Phil Ober beat her.

I'm the cuckoo clock that Lucy tries to sneak out of the Mertz's apartment.

I'm the roll-away bed that Cousin Ernie was too dumb to open up and sleep on like a human being.

I’m Mrs. Skylar.

I’m East Orange, New Jersey.

I’m Steubenville, Ohiyuh

I'm the South African Yellow Bellied sapsucker birdcall that Lucy used twice. Bonus points. What two episodes did she use it in?

I'm Orson Welles, doing magic and wondering what happened to my career.

R191, wait a couple of years Orson. This will seem like a career highlight.

I am the most beautiful words Lucy has ever heard “I’ll titch you”

r190, I can think only of the kleptomaniac episode--any hints?

R194, it also had a famous Ethel blooper. She did something she later said she couldn't do.

Still stumped r195; I thought it was The Camping Trip (Ethel driving), but I just watched it and was wrong. You're better at this than I am!

R196, no you're right. It's sort of a duet with Ricky. He starts the call and Lucy responds. He was off fishing and returns and they do the call.

I'm the old touring trunk that Lucy thought she could stow away in for the trip to Europe. Just the thought of being confined inside that small space makes me cower in fear and cringe in terror. I have a very adverse reaction to just seeing Lucy cramming herself into it. Thank goodness it isn't long before the delightful, dancing cutie pie of a doctor comes along to lift my spirits.

I'm West Jamestown

I'm the Friendship song that Lucy and Ethel sing together and then proceed to tear apart each others matching outfits.

I’m Boyer

I'm Cole Porter

I’m a swimming pool

and a tennis court

and a barbecue pit

and a doghouse

AND A DOG!!!!!!!

I'm the Franciscan dinnerware in the Ivy pattern that the Ricardos used. You can still buy pieces of me on eBay, but be advised that I'm not dishwasher-safe.

I’m an inspired use of burlap.

I’m the chapter entitled “Don’t Let This Happen To You”

I'm a "buttered grass" sandwich, which is better than hunger pangs when on a road trip with a hatchet murderess.

Certainly better than one of my husband’s shit sandwiches.

I'm the empty maracas that Cousin Ernie thought were broken.

I'm Aunt Martha's Old Fashioned Salad Dressing

I was a woman for the FBI.

I'm a swell way to get off to a lousy start,

I am the close set beady eyes and weak chin which indicate I am a criminal.

I'm Ethel's very valuable piece of jewelry and I am about to be "pinned" whilst traveling on a train.

I'm the 22-year age gap between William Frawley and Vivian Vance.

I'm the messenger's bicycle that Lucy's skirt gets caught in when she's trying to board the Constitution.....

"Madame, your slip is showing."

I’m Sylvia Collins’ chipped front tooth that makes her look like a beaver.

I’m Kenneth Hamilton and it’s past my bedtime.

I'm not a majarincess, I'm a henna-rincess

I'm the ugly painting that the whole gang buys from the scamming Frenchman while in Paris.

A/K/A Jean Valjean Raymond^

I'm those "Friendship" dresses that Lucy and Ethel rip apart; I'm really quite ugly.

I'm the Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour

I'm Danny Thomas, guest-starring on the Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour as my TV character, Danny Williams, in an early example of a series cross-over.

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

"Because MY friendship with the Ricardos means MORE to ME than....."

That scene is fucking hilarious!

I'm "Dream Carlotta Romero"!

I'm snippets of "Standing on the Corner" from "The Most Happy Fella" we hear from the episode where the tickets were for the matinee.! Desi and Lucy were investors in the original Broadway production.

I'm the painting in the hennarincess's hotel room that falls to the floor with a crash causing all the players to look back at it because it wasn't supposed to fall. "Hail Tiger!"

I'm the really swanky Beverly Palms Hotel set in the Hollywood episodes.

As a child, I thought it was the height of elegance and what "real Hollywood" must be like!

I am the decade Lucy took off her real age on this show. Born 1921 lol

I'm Fred Mertz's pants that he wears a mile over his head!

R231

William Frawley was morbidly obese on I Love Lucy and after, yet he lived to the age of 79. Longer than any of his co stars.

R233 doesn't know what "morbidly obese" means.

Frawley was also a drunk but not a smoker. Arnaz, Ball and Vance were all heavy smokers and that probably killed so early.

I'm Betty Ramsey's tulips.

I’m CAAAAAAAALLL FOOOOOOOOOOORRRRR PHIIIIIIIIIILLIP MORRRRRREYUSSSSSSSSS!

r235 interestingly Vivian and Bill never smoked on the show. (There are maybe two exceptions.)

Why? Did the producers or Philip Morris not want them to be associated with smoking since they weren't glamourous relative to Lucy and Desi?

I'm the box of Condoms , desi keeps in his dressing room.

^^ Desi

Hmmmm, I noticed that whenever Viv lit up on the show (2 times?) she didn't seem to know how to hold the cigarette at all. Maybe took one half assed drag before discarding it in an ashtray. Did not look like an experienced smoker at all.

R241, I thought that as well but apparently she really developed a taste for smoking and became very heavily into it.

I’m the Starlight Roof on the 19th floor of the Waldorf Astoria looking WAY down on the Tropicana.

I'm the vaudeville bits Lucy and Ricky and Fred do in back of Ethel while she's singing her heart out in the theater of her hometown, Albuquerque, New Mexico ("Ethel Mae Potter, We Never Forgot Her!).

I'm Ethel's three different middle names.

I'm the not well know blooper that Ricky made: In "The Black Wig" he says "as long as she's in the driver's seat, it would be a shame not to take her for a little ride."

I’m the racist Indian show.

I’m the train robbery episode featuring a black actor!

I’m just hanging around.

I’m the apartment that the Ricardo’s only spent 1 full season in but in the fifth season said they spent a million years in. Liars. That was the other one.

I'm Lucy in grape stomping garb as she saunters around, mingling with the other ladies near the grape vat. I have a bunch of grapes draped over my shoulder as I eat them one by one. I notice all the girls are barefooted and duck behind the pillar and lose the shoes before venturing back out, realizing at once what a mistake that was as I have to go hopping across the stone tiles that are blazing hot from the sun. I move just a little to fast and I almost go ass over elbows as I jump on the edge of the vat. The momentum almost has me going into the vat but the editors cut it back and stop me as I am teetering on the edge.

We're Mr. and Mrs. Fred Horninsky, or as we are more commonly known, the tag-along Mertzes. We have something to tell you: we can't go on your trip.

I'm as alike as two peas in a pod...or two watermelons in a patch.

I'm A Tree Grows in Havana.

Or am I The Perils of Pamela...?

I'm Carolyn Appleby's impersonation of Lionel Barrymore. Or is it Beth Davis?

*Bette Davis

R255, IF YOU ARE GAY. I TAKEAWAY YOUR CARD.

I'm the banana that Stevie Appleby peels with his feet.

I'm the equally wacky Joan Davis, on TV from 1952-1956, forgotten by most everybody except those with taste.

Lucy was pretty.

I’m the clause in Yankee fan Frawley’s contract stipulating that if the Yankees reached the World Series he would be given time off to attend. This happened seven times during the series (which ran nine years), and caused major production headaches.

I’m for Corn’s sake.

I'm the just deceased Dan Jenkins who played tissue paper and comb. Jenkins wrote several articles about ILL and so she put his name into the show.

I'm the stupid woman extra with the umbrella who kept running around like a fool when Lucy pulled the Emergency Brake on the train for the last time. It was my second moment in the show....and I nailed it! Watch this to see both of my BIG moments.

I am "Ricky," Weird Al's 1983 spoof of "Mickey," Toni Basil's 1982 hit. Voice actress Tress MacNeille plays Lucy. Weird Al captures Ricky's laugh perfectly. And, it's a fun salute to "I Love Lucy"

I'm. Ava Garden and I might be people but I'm not like you all.

I don't know whether to be worried about R266's memory or his hearing......

I'm the Grauman's Chinese Theatre set on ILL that ultimately provoked huge disappointment when gaylings grew up and visited Hollywood for the first time.

I'm the glasses on Fred's head.

I'm the car that Marco and Pepine took together on the 4th of July picnic.

We're the campaign signs that Lucy and Ethel made when they were running against each other for club president. We were fun to make, but we have no idea where they actually planned on displaying us.

I'm Sam the porter's BBC.

I'm Lana Turner's stool at Schwab's Drug Store. There was a lot of talk about featuring me in the Hollywood episodes but it never came to fruition.

I'm Mrs. Mulford who sells Lucy a hideous hat before I head off to stately Wayne Manor.

I'm "A Little Bit of Cuba and "A Big Hunk of America"!

I'm Lucy's hair-do in the early first season episodes before it coalesced into the iconic "Lucy Ricardo" hair design.

I'm far less flattering.

I'm Ethel's paralyzing ray gun that falls out of her belt when she climbs over the fence on top of the Empire State building.

We’re the writers of [italic]Kate & Allie[/italic] paying homage to this show and [italic]The Mary Tyler Moore Show[/italic] after already haven taken the basic premise of the Lucy and Viv years of [italic]The Lucy Show[/italic] for ourselves.

I'm Aunt Sally's Pecan Pralines, which Lucy pronounced as "Praw-leens".

I'm the Knickerbocker Hotel you can see from the balcony of the Beverly Palms Hotel. Bill Frawley would die right in front of me.

I'm all the murdered animals in Richard Widmarks den.

I’m the fact that the Vitameatavegamin commercial was the only way to sneak the word “poop” onto the air in the 1950s. Once Lucy got pregnant with Desi, Jr., CBS got wise and made Ricky said she was ‘spectin’.

I'm the painted backdrop of the Graumann's Chinese Theater, R268.....even the box office was painted....if you look at the floor - you can see where I begin....

I'm the fight that unexpectedly morphed into hate-sex that Ricky and Ralph had in the Ramsey's bushes, after Ralph thought Ricky had questioned Betty's taste in furniture. The extra butter used for the watercress sandwiches earlier in the season that was still in the studio fridge was used as lube.

I'm Cornel Wilde who appears shirtless and then is in the bathtub.

How was ILL able to get so many superstars of the time to do the show? Television was still seen as a comedown from the silver screen, but it seems like they were lining up at the door to appear with Lucy.

I think a lot of those actors in the Hollywood episode had something to plug and ILL wasn't just being on television. It was being on a show that was probably number 1 and meant they'd be seen by tens of millions, more people in one night than those who saw all their films put together. I'll also bet Lucy paid some of them, who were on TV, like Bob Hope back by appearing on their shows. I think with the hour shows Lucy appeared on the Danny Thomas show after he appeared on hers or maybe the other way around. I'm not sure.

Doing a brief cameo as oneself on the #1 top-rated show was not the same as a recurring role on a series.

I'm Angela Randall, the "young" actress who looked older than Lucy.

I’m the phrase “this is it!” We used it before Bugs Bunny, [italic]One Day at a Time[/italic], or that Yvonne woman.

We're Parley Baer and Helen Kleeb. We appeared in the episode in which Lucy gets Ricky fired from MGM. Some thirty-odd years later we will both appear in third-season episodes of The Golden Girls.

I'm the guy at the employment agency that L&E visit before they get the job in the candy company. See his raised eyebrows as he hears that they're "together" and hear his knowing "Oh, I seeee".

Ever since we said "I do," I'm all the things we don't.

[quote]I'm Lana Turner's stool at Schwab's Drug Store.

I'm the DL poster who absolutely wouldn't touch that line with a 10-foot pole.

I'm Richard Crenna who looked almost exactly the same as he did 30 years later. I even was mentioned in a Will & Grace episode when Suzanne Pleshette as Karen's mother tells Karen's maid Rosario that she wanted to be on a desert island with him.

He aged beautifully, always a good looking man.

I think Lucy was good friends with a lot of those guest stars. Bob Hope and Van Johnson were friends of hers.

I am Lucy’s big feet like large pizzas. You know what they say about those with big feet.

I'm the Don Loper original worn inside out, so that Jane Sebastian will see the label and turn green with envy.

I'm the chicks that Fred bought that won't start laying eggs for six months.

I'm the turquoise hat Lucy couldn't resist buying even though she made a bet with Ricky that she could refrain from buying a new hat longer than he could resist losing his temper.

I'm Ethel's mispronunciation "Turnbull" when she played a matinee performance of her speech defending Lucy for the girls at the club meeting.

I am autistic little Ricky playing the drums in a daze for a whole two days straight.

We’re Canadian Allied Petrol, grateful for the uptick in our stock thanks to some bandleader in New York. The 1970s and the energy crisis will not be good to us, however. Sell out by 1969 if you want to retire comfortably.

I'm the bottle of My Sin perfume that Mrs. Trumbull is too embarrassed to say out loud - she whispers it into Lucy's ear as they board the Constitution.

I’m the same guy from R292 who also loses a tooth while talking to Lucy and Ethel.

I'm the vents in the Mertz's apartment building through which you can hear all the conversations of every tennant of the building.

I’m Albert who needs to go eat his lunch!

Lucy tries to get into show business again during Ricky's stay in Hollywood. For a clip in a movie I'm the heavy headdress she has to wear while walking gracefully down a staircase but can't manage it - and bombs out yet again.

I'm the big roll of cheese that Lucy holds disguised as a baby in a plane, while another woman with a real baby looks on and becomes suspicious of her.

I am a luau, Ethel’s FAVORITE food!!!!

I'm Mayo Brothers where Ethel spent a lovely vacation.

I'm Lincoln's signature on Ethel's high school diploma

I am the bad girl outfits Lucy and Ethel wore to become gangster wives.

I'm the flat tire that Lucy and Ethel mistakenly put back on after taking off.

I’m most of the posters on this thread who are too fucking lazy to read through the first thread before posting repeats.

I'm the announcer , the part of so and so , played By so and so.

I'm Fred's old man union suit that he wore when Lucy was sculpting him.

[quote]I’m most of the posters on this thread who are too fucking lazy to read through the first thread before posting repeats.

Pardon us for not taking the time to review more than 600 previous posts, self-appointed hall monitor.

I'm the cheese in the piccolo.

I'm some of the background actors who just say "Fuckit" and proceed to sit back and watch the action going on in front of them.

I'm the song "El Break-o the Lease-o"

I’m the chocolate maker who gets slapped by Lucy while trying to kill a fly.

I'm that sophisticated-for-1953 dress with pants underneath Lucy wears in an episode or two!

I'm the clock that Fred unplugs at the passport office.

I'm Lucy's conscience who's tells her she's been "gosping, too."

R323

Everyone knew Lucy had a four inch waist.

It's ac lassic.

I'm a baby. That's the term my grandmother used for little tiny people.

I'm Fred choking because $100 is all Ethel has spent on clothes since we've been married.

I'm "Sweet Sue"

[quote]I'm that sophisticated-for-1953 dress with pants underneath Lucy wears in an episode or two!

We're Jacques Marcel and Don Loper, and we think it sucks.

I'm Mrs. Trumble, throwing confetti in the air and saying, "Weee-eeee! Weee-eeee!"

We're the Friends of the Friendless, yes we are, yes we are...

I'm I Love You Truly, the song Mrs. Trumble sang before she was Mrs. Trumble.

I'm the saxophone that Lucy sometimes plays.

Glow little glowworm, glowworm, glowworm...…….

I'm the blood red nail polish that Lucy wears on those pointy 1950s nails.

Glow little glow worm, glimmer, glimmer...

I'm that first on key note that Lucy is constantly searching for whenever she insists on singing:

"Me? Me Me Me....I've been working on the railroad...where do I go to get my teeth snaggled?"

I always imagined The Tropicana was somewhere around Times Square, although the famous Copacabana nightclub was on East 60th, just off of Fifth. Where else would it be?

I'm the world-weary look on Ricky and Fred's faces every time Lucy has a crazy scheme and drags Ethel into it.

I'm Joi Lansing, wiping Desi's cum off my chin before I shoot my scenes with Miss Ball in the desert island episode.

I loved "bad girl" Ethel with that saucy, hip jiggling walk as she sashayed around that house like a real moll. ("He's our leader..we're the band.") Giving that hunky daddy a winky look and a cheek squeeze: "Lay off, baby.....OK."

I'm the sidekick/audience motivator guy in the "Females are Fabulous" episode. See him wave his arms madly, to keep the applause coming.

I'm the Swiss band playing "La Cucaracha."

I'm Walter Reilly's secretary trying to keep Ricky Ricardo's pushy agent out of the office.....

I am the good Prince Lancelot,

I love to sing and dance a lot

I am tenemnananacucaracha tenenrucharacha, What Ricky yells at a flat tire.

I’m the University of Havana class of 1974. Little Ricky won’t be a part of that for obvious reasons.

I’m this flower dress that Lucy wears in quite a few episodes.

I'm the frown on Ethel's face because she gets dragged into all of Lucy's crazy schemes.

I'm Enchilada Ricardo.

I'm the Mashie that Lucy gave the golf pro.

I'm the chocolates on the assembly line that Lucy and Ethel stuff into their mouths and hats and shirts. I wonder what kind they were?

I'm the owner of the pizza parlor that Lucy destroys while covering Mario's shift. Crazy Americana breaka my oven!

I'm the holes for her mouth and eyes Lucy puts in the pizza dough covering her entire head.

I'm Sam Francesco.

I'm the hire for the Cuban Pete number who didn't file charges against the Mrs. Ricky Ricardo for being abducted, bound and gagged, and plunked into a mop sink in a closet at the club for over an hour!

I'm Ethel's initial childish reaction thinking that a light bulb lined sweat box made Lucy dissolve to oblivion.

I'm the Flatbush Avenue train station, where Lucy ended up with the loving cup on her head.

R358 They didn't have tape back then.

I'm a long island.

Well, R360, danged if it ain't.

I'm Lucy the hillbilly who knows where the cigarettes are.

I GOT A BIG POTATAMUS

[quote]They didn't have tape back then.

We’re Ampex inventing videotape in 1956.

I am Lucy’s summer place in Westchester with stables, a swimming pool and tennis courts of course!

I'm the five that Lucy donates to Cynthia.....and the other five that Ethel donates.....

I'm Uncle Elmo's naked body sinking into the tub that also accommodated Ricky's naked body.

I’m snow on the roof. Just because I’m there doesn’t mean there’s no fire in the fireplace.

I'm Bobby the bellboy with one line in the movie.......

I am the hideous dead animals Ricky gave Lucy on their anniversary. I look great on Lucy’s grey dress!

I’m the Viacom V of Doom seen on the 1970s and 1980s syndicated reruns.

[quote]I am Lucy’s summer place in Westchester with stables, a swimming pool and tennis courts of course!

…with room for a polo pony.

I hate to ask, r367, but who is Uncle Elmo...?

Never mind, I looked him up, he's married to Ethel's aunt Martha

I'm Unique if it's a boy, and Euphonious if it's a girl.

I'm Half Beat magazine

I'm Mrs. Littlefield who throws one last biscuit and can't help laughing at myself....I'm SOOO funny.

I'm Countess Bublitchki who has an unidentifiable accent.

I'm the delicious and sumptuous lunch that Ricky orders in Paris, when Lucy is "starving herself" until she gets a Jacques Marcel dress. She refuses: steak, French-fried potatoes, broccoli and Hollandaise sauce, bread with lots of butter, shrimp salad, and a delicious selection of French pastries. Now I'm hungry!

Then I'm the chicken in Ethel's camera bag.

I'm Gladys Kravitz guesting as the wife of a Texas oilman.

R379 types fat. Nothing to be ashamed of, though. I just love chubby, puffy little boys.

I'm Glen Glenn.

Lots of buttah!

I’m the same Gladys Kravitz that also narced on Lucy to the cops when she got a trophy stuck to her head.

I’m a pitcher of Old Fashions, of which Aunt Martha must have had too many.

I’m the swimming pool shaped like a conga drum.

I'm all the money they'll have when they make it up in volume.

I'm the Scottish uniforms that Lucy and Ricky wear in Scotland during their European vacation.

Burns and Allen used 3 cameras. Freund made some technical changes in terms of placement.

I'm Risky Riskerdoo.

I'm rice. Fred has no idea how to cook me.

R392: I’m one of the darkest days of his life, where they threw it at him.

I'm the striped wallpaper that makes Ricky dizzy.....

I’m a masher.

I'm the guy from the rodeo show, who shows the city slickers the proper way to sing/yodel.

I’m Millikan’s Chicken Mash Hour. Y’all Come!

I'm the toilet that Cousin Ernie couldn't believe was inside.

I’m the blonde starlet in Florida who gets a boot out Ricky singing BA BA LUUUU!

[quote]Burns and Allen used 3 cameras. Freund made some technical changes in terms of placement.

Burns and Allen used three live television cameras. On I Love Lucy, Freund used three film cameras shooting simultaneously. The great challenge was to create a lighting plot that would allow three cameras to film three different shots at the same time with uniform picture quality.

I am the roof set, I think I was only used once but I was fascinating ...

I am the mean prowler with a black beard that was eight feet tall and was just horrible!

I’m the 4 dollars and 23 cents that Mrs. Trumble used to get a can of green beans, a box of saltines, a roasted chicken, a quart of milk and COOKING sherry.

I am Madam X.

I'm the father in the hospital waiting room, with NINE GIRLS!

I am curiosity about Ethel Mertz' ever-changing middle names.

Ethel Mertz's middle name was "Louise" in "Lucy and Ethel Buy the Same Dress" #69,

But in "The Middle-Dollar Idea" #79, it had become Vivian's real middle name, "Roberta".

In "Ethel's Hometown" #113, it was "Mae".

I'm the joke in the episode where the couples go to Ethel's hometown in Albuquerque

"Ethel Mae Potter, We Never Forgot Her."

We should all learn to handle cunts (like Lucy) as well as she did.

I'm Ava Gardner. I'm just people - but not like Fred and Ethel.

We’re the shaving brushes from the Sweet Adeline barbershop quartet number.

I'm the wife that see Lucy as Superman on the ledge and the husband who worries that his spouse is a mental case.

I am yelling tiger!

At least George Reeves didn’t fall off that particular ledge...

I'm Howard Thompson who can't date Lucy because he's busy babysitting his grandson.

I'm four tickets to see "The Most Happy Fella" on Broadway.

I am Fernando the Matador. I kill El Toro today. Ole!

I'm Marie Antoinette who was put under the guillotine to scrape the barnacles off her hull.

I'm four tickets to see a matinee of "The Most Happy Fella" on Broadway.

I'm Plaza 52099,.

I'm a Robert Taylor orange. You never got to see me.

R419, yes we did. We just never saw Robert Taylor.

I'm the sad fact that some of the very biggest stars of their day, like Robert Taylor, are virtually forgotten today

I’m Hollywood’s fear of television slowly eroding as more and more movie stars do guest shots.

I'm Clark Gable's refrigerator door opening.

R421 and many of the stars on Lucy are best known for just that, being on ILL like William Holden.

I'm Santiago, Chile -- where it isn't chilly, as a rule.

I'm the tin can flattened by Cary Grant's rear tire.

I'm the "Back Massager" Mrs. Trumbull keeps buried deep in a drawer by her bed...

Sometimes she thinks of that swarthy Cuban man down in Apartment 3D, while she's "massaging her back"

I'm the obscenely wealthy Wall Street asshole who would presumably now own Lucy and Ricky's Upper East Side apartment. (No way could a moderately successful working musician and his wacky stay-at-home wife afford to live there in 2019.) I ripped out nearly all of the charming prewar features, and turned it into yet one more hideously generic testament to Millennial tackiness and self-indulgence.

Hope you can swim R428.

I'm Tallulah Bankhead's ever present flask.

I'm the jokes Lucy made about Ricky's accent, and his pronunciation of words in English, something that would be too politically incorrect to do today.

I'm rejected retail names Lucyeth and Ethellu.

I'm the fake kids that Lucy wrangled up in order to drive off Mr. Ritter, the lecherous grocery man.

That's a nice photo of Elizabeth Patterson r427. She lived from 1874-1966 so she must've been mid 70s during ILL.

I'm the escargot clamp Lucy places on her nose in the Parisian sidewalk cafe.

I'm Bea Benaderet (sp?), Lucy's first choice to play Ethel. Thank God Desi got his way, anx they cast Viv .

We're starting to see some re-runs here, which is appropriate for an "I Love Lucy" thread.

I'm the dress Lucy wears to the country club that is so tight she can't sit down.

I'm the monotone plainness and spacial dichotomy of the living room decor at the Conn. house. About the only things that lend some contrast are the soot stained hearth, a ho hum view from the picture window, and the ugly striped staircase carpet runner. The blah (monotone) assembly line made Early American furnishings look shrunken in proportion to the scale of the room and much of the rustic bric-a-brac is difficult to even notice.

Right you are, R438. The 1950s were the ugliest years for "early American" US home design. Simply hideous, from the knotty pine walls and cupboards to the oversized, useless exterior shutters. Everything was overdone to the max. The Ricardos' Connecticut house was a classic example of American-style kitsch. The only thing missing was a lawn jockey in the front yard.

I'm "I just asked, honey bunch", one of the times Fred really backed down from Ethel.

We’re the pieces of ceiling that fell on Fred and Ethel’s head when Lucy danced “El Break-o the Lease-o” with Ricky’s band accompanying her.

R439, My parents had an Early American living room from around the same time (house was built in 1959). It was indeed as bland and bourgeois as Lucy and Ricky's Connecticut house, but I have some fun, nostalgic memories of Scotchguarded tweed, copper brick-a- brack and braided rugs.

I am young, budding actress Barbara Eden's spectacular ass wiggling in that tight dress at the country club shindig. No wonder Desi spent a lot of time chasing after it during time outs in the filming.

I'm Dore Schary, I'm Dore Schary.

I'm Ethel's threat of taking Fred and apart putting him back together.

I'm "Who's Dory Schary". I'm "You can take my screenplay right to Dory Schary".

Yeah, r442 I remember the popularity of EA. My grandmother had an orange tweed EA sofa with dark specks interwoven. Not that I'm on the lookout for one but I think I could make a slender 1960s wing back sofa with partial wood rail armrests on the front corners work as a stand alone EA piece with a mix of other period styles for a LR. The overstuffed stapled together loud ugly print variety from the 70s/80s were godawful tacky though.

I'm the sarcasm with which Fred called Ethel "Honeybunch".

I am Lucy's directive that Barbara Eden's dress be made even sexier, despite the chance that Desi wouldn't be able to resist

I'm Lucy stupidly buying back her apartment furniture piece by piece that they should have hung onto in the first place from the new newlyweds who moved into their apartment.

I'm the legs of the sofa, barely saved from being sawed off

I'm Fred's dormant passion for Ethel rekindled on the S. S. Constitution.

I’m Robert Taylor’s feet!

I the beautiful house guest Diana played by Barbara Eden.

Another mention of the Barbara Eden episode

I'm the rare overlooked bit showcasing Lucy's physical comic genius when she holds onto the sofa and hits the floor because her dress is too tight.

I'm Ethel's Grace Kelly hairdo.

We are supposed good friends the Orsattis and Van Blacks who politely decline Lucy's last minute party invitation. Wee are never mentioned again. Some friend, huh?

I'm the hideous blouse that looks like maternity garb that Viv wore in this episode.

I’m a bum sport.

Is it my fault I don’t feel much like jumping off the roof of my own apartment building?

Oh God---Barbara Eden turning a walk-on into a big deal. Without her awful Bewitched knockoff, we'd have been spared her hasbeen hangining-on, and perhaps Larry Hagman, as well. The queeny Hayden Rorke would have gone on to making guest shots on Screen Gems comedies as he had for years.

I’m Janet Waldo. I was later the voice of Judy Jetson until I got screwed out of the movie for Tiffany. But before any of that I was on this show as one of Ricky’s younger fans. Also co-starring with me was Richard Crenna.

I'm the cigarette lighter that the Mertzes gave the Ricardos for their anniversary, after Ethel changed the price tag from $4.95 to $32.50.

I'm the candlestick just like the one the Ricardos gave me at the same party.

Speaking of Lucy's great physical acting, I have to mention the fantastic job she did when she was "gosping" (with her mouth taped shut) with Ethel about the scandal her friends were experiencing in their bad marriage. She brilliantly acted out that entire scenario right up until the black and blue husband was carted off in the black mariah.

Then there was Ethel, who could not figure out the answer was "mink stole" as Lucy elaborately mimed the clues. Ethel couldn't even get the answer once she got the word "stole" right. Talk about a dumb bunny!

Lucy also got them some place to spend the night in Italy by acting out the request in sign language.

I’m Fred Mertz’s casual racism about Ricky’s “grubby Cuban paws” over breaking their new TV.

And her mimed testimony in the "Make Room for Danny" episode of the Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour was also expert and hilarious.

I can't find that clip, but her imitation of Marjorie starts at about 1:15 in this clip....that's pretty funny, and racy, too.

That time signature is all messed up.....courtroom scene starts at about 40:00

I'm the mistress of ceremonies for the senior shenanigans of the Rappahanick School for Girls.

I’m the real first name of Carolyn /Lilian Appleby.....

I'm Mrs. Hammond, the rental agent. I only reunited the Ricardos and the Mertzes are their fight because I wanted to protect my commission.

I’m the Country Club Dance episode but I’m really just a reworking of the Charm School episode.

I’m the loaf of bread with too much yeast coming out of the oven and making my way to other side of the kitchen. (Pinning Lucy.)

I shame that loaf of bread didn't just finisher her off.

I’m the doughboy named Fred Mertz who has too much yeast in him and is coming out of his uniform.

I'm the overflowing pot of rice Ricky and Fred made. Someone probably mentioned me before but there's a lot of me to go around!

I'm Mother Carol. Ethel, dear, you have three choices: a Japanese geisha girl, an American Indian, or an Eskimo.

I'm Ethel's outfit, the reason for objections to cultural appropriation

I'm Lucille Magnani.

Couldn't I be a tourist who's so homesick she's blue?

I'm "My Favorite Husband." If you know some of the "ILL" scripts, you'll find me very familiar.

We're Jess Oppenheimer and Madelyn Pugh writing the "Equal Rights" script and laughing our fucking asses off at the prospect of Viv going ballistic when she opens the script and see that Ethel has to kiss Fred on the lips.

I'm the tall stack of break-away plates that Lucy drops in the restaurant where she and Ethel were ditched by Ricky and Fred.

I'm Xavier the maître d' jerking off to gay porn in my office as I wait for those two middle-aged broads to finish washing dishes.

I'm "We're all odd, aren't we?" the most direct or indirect reference reference to being gay on the show.

I’m the sinking feeling this show would never be seen again if the characters were black.

R481 I’m the last laugh Viv gets cause if you look real close I don’t actually kiss ol fuck face Frawley on the lips at all.

I'm the fact the Lucy and Ethel obviously chose not to shave their legs or hairy pits when they decided to live back in the gay 90s.

I'm Albert.

I'm Edna, Albert's wife and I don't eaten much either.

I'm Mrs. Benson. Mention the empty room in my apartment now that my daughter is married and I break down in tears.

I'm Norma Varden, so many memorable but uncredited roles in so many movies

I'm Al Hergascheimer.

Fuck off, R42.

I'm the shells!

We're twins. And we're both evil.

I'm Helen Erickson Sears Kaiser. Age: 29.

I'm Ava Gardner's black lace lingerie.

In the episode where Ricky says he's going to Europe and Lucy can't go, I'm jealous, instigating Ethel, getting Lucy all riled up with imagining Ricky going all over Europe without her.

I'm the Ricardos' and Mertz's chickens that laid the fresh eggs that Betty Ramsey used to bake the cake that Kay Bailey raved about Ramseys' dinner party.

I'm Fred's mysterious birthday present to Ethel a year earlier. I'm too long to be a stole, but too short to be a volleyball net.

I'm the rug Lucy didn't realize she cut when she was making her dress.

I'm half a Lucky Buck

I’m a trumpet mute at the Tropicana. I was all the rage in the 1940s and early 1950s but disappeared from popular music altogether in subsequent decades.

That's "bonus buck," r502. Turn in your gay card asap.

I'm the two large jugs of henna rinse Lucy attempts to save when she thinks the apartment is on fire.

I'm Ricky's band in drag and clearly not happy about it.

I'm Goldblatt's Delicatessen.

I'm Fred's stack of muscle men skin magazines that he beats off to in the basement.

I’m Helen Kaiser. I was Lucy’s baby-sitter but I’ve been telling my husband I’m 29 when I’m really 57. Sorry, Droopy Drawers, but I can’t vouch for you on your passport.

I am Sidney Kaiser and I need glasses.

We're the 16 plugs for "Blood Alley."

I'm Linda Lunch in apartment A6. Albert has no problem eating me.

I'm Lucy's maid. I like peanut butter and rifling through Mr Ricardo's "sock" drawer.

I'm Ethel's pussy, drenched and quivering at the anticipation of Billy Hackett and Deke Arledge DP-ing me.

We’re Billy Hackett and Deke Arledge. We’re a couple now, and there’s no way we want to get close to Ethel Mae’s pussy.

I’m Cesar Romero, thrilled to be guesting on the first of the new hour-long episodes, and even more thrilled that Desi is letting me blow him later tonight.

I’m the meatballs and spaghetti and pitsa! that Ricky and Fred order in the Equal Rights episode.

I’m Barbara Pepper, Lucy’s old Goldwyn Girl pal. I’m fat and frowzy now and Lucy usually throws me a couple of lines here and there throughout the season. She never made me a member of the Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League, though, dammit.

I’m the toaster Lucy aimed at an angle so Ricky could catch the toast in his hand.

I'm that nosy Mrs. DeVries from the building across the alley who informed Ricky that Lucy was sitting out on the ledge of their apartment.

I'm Lucy with Ethel on the roof busted damaging property.

I'm Betty Ramsey and I'm not really from Albuquerque

But I want to get to know this gorgeous Ethel Mertz woman better...if you know what I mean

And I think you do (picture us scissoring, naked in my beautifully decorated bedroom)

Bravo to those of you who are coming up with yet unmentioned things after almost 1200 posts. You ROCK!!

I ran out in thread 1.

I'm a young dark haired Aaron Spelling playing the yokel offering directions at the beginning of the Tennessee Bound episode .

I'm the drunk customer, contemplating if he should order a one cent hamburger in the diner.

R524 Good one.

I'm the scarf Fred ties around his head while cleaning the apartment to keep the dust out of his hair.

I'm the flat heeled shoes Lucy wore in every episode because it was easier to do stunts in.

I'm hot, handsome daddy Bill Hall. It's even a mystery to me why I married that frumpy, homely Louanne.

I'm Ricky hiding behind the kitchen backdoor. I'm going to scare Lucy when she sneaks in to get something from the refrigerator.

I'm the rubbery piece of cheese that won't stay folded in the cheese sandwich.

I'm the second door in the Mertz's apartment that was inexplicably moved from stage right to stage left in order to accommodate the gag of Lucy having to go through the Mertz's apartment to get back to her kitchen. I appear only once and will never been seen or mentioned again.

^in the new furniture episode

I'm Ricardo Alberto Fernando Ricardo y Acha. Thank you, but I'm not sneezing.

I'm the fringe on Lucy's collar that was placed there by Eloise so it would become wildly exaggerated when she got dumped in the starch bath.

I'm the nasty, little ol' money that Lucy gets back.

[quote]many of the stars on Lucy are best known for just that, being on ILL like William Holden.

Right, because otherwise, William Holden would be totally forgotten today, having only starred in crappy B-movies like "Sunset Boulevard" and "Network."

R536, I'm certain more people remember him getting pied by Lucy than seeing him face down in a swimming pool. Lucy says in another episode that one of her friends saw "Sabrina" multiple times and Holden himself plugs "The Country Girl" but none of those are as well known as the Lucy episode.

R537 needs to get out more.

R538, you ARE on a Lucy thread, sweetheart. We all need to get out more.

I'm city pallor.

I'm oil to lubricate your scalp and vinegar to marinate your scalp.

I'm ham. Next to sugar, I'm Cuba's biggest export.

I'm the Golbloots.

I'm the Mertz's unjustified anger at Lucy, after Fred turns on the fan that causes all those fucking feathers to fly all over the place.

I'm Lucy's ownrehearse espontaneous testimony.

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

I'm Lucy's maiden name, Alfred Drake.

I'm the Ricardo's 50 dollar a month rent and I'm two months behind. I secretly seeth when 2,000 dollars worth of furniture is crammed in me.

I'm sirloin, tenderloin, T-bone, rump

pot roast, chuck roast, oxtail, stump.

I'm Lucy's dumb, boring retarded mother. They should've tried to get Spring Byington for this occasional role.

I'm the penny that Ethel holds while Fred pinches it.

I'm the Byram River Beagle Club.

I'm asparagus tips. Fresh, tender asparagus tips.

I'm Lucy becoming head of the PTA and spearheading charity drives two episodes after moving to Westport.

I'm the trick dribble glass with tomato juice.

I'm the wonderful Verna Felton as Mrs. Porter, the new maid, responding to Lucy's arch question as to which Mrs. Mertz was on the phone, requesting to speak to her:

"The one you owe 2 months rent to...."

I'm the one piece of chocolate that gets away from the girls. No one notices me because I go by so fast. And, the audience is too busy laughing.

So, here I am. And, in colour too.

I'm the one unlucky baby chick that accidentally gets crushed underneath the box after Lucy releases them in the den.

I’m a wicked city woman..

I'm the black dress Lucy recycled from being the Wicked City Woman to the Charm School graduate.

I'm Eve Whitney, part-time lesbian. If you gentlemen will excuse me, I'll join the girls.

I'm the seemingly endless closet of costumes the Ricardos and the Mertzes must have had. Space suits with bubble helmets? His and hers Spanish costumes? Black tux with shiny top hat and monocle? 18th century French outfit with walking stick? Carmen Miranda get-up with fruit hat? It's all in there. Even an adult size Buster Brown suit.

I’m the hitch in Lucy’s get along.

I'm the Italian wig on Ethel that Fred says looks like "life with Luigi."

I'm Caperucita Roja.

I'm the cold feet Ethel's getting while on a routine souvenir hunt

I’m Caperucita Roja’s grandmama’s big ojos.

I'm DL fave Susan Johnson, heard off-screen in THE MOST HAPPY FELLA 'Big D' snippet

We're the cunt with resting bitch face and her whipped husband who missed the first act of The Most Happy Fella because of a speeding ticket. We thought that judge would never let us go.

I am the lovely ballet routine Bobby The Bellboy from the Beverly Palms does when he brings in the dry cleaning.

I'm Tillie Merriweather.

I'm Mrs. Merriweather. "Shut up, you worm".

I'm the defeathered duck Lucy shot down mid-flight.

I'm Grace Foster, and I shake like I have Parkinson's for some strange reason. And no, I'm not fucking Ricky, nor am I running away with the milk man.

"But imagine that driver smiling and looking like more of a friendly Dave Chappell type probably featuring a fake college white guy voice."

That guy never in his life looked like "a friendly Davel Chappell type." He's hideous; it makes the flesh crawl to look at him. And that's just it; I don't think she DID look at him. She just hopped in the car, probably still glued to her phone. Did no checking of any kind to see if it was her Uber ride, just jumped in the car that pulled up towards her. Slimeballs will do that in hopes they'll get lucky, pull their car up to some girl walking alone and say "need a ride?" Only a prostitute or someone hopelessly naive or not very bright would take them up on their offer.

I'm Grace Foster's lack of anger at Lucy and Ethel getting paint all over her couch and floor.

Wow -- is R575 ever lost!

Oops. How did I end up in the Lucy thread? Sorry about that!

I'm the mickey that Ricky slipped Lucy.

I'm the bus driver who made Mrs. McGuillicuddy promise never to ride a NYC bus again, in exchange for him leaving his route and dropping her off directly in front of the Ricardos' building. I wonder if she wound up keeping her promise.

I'm William "Bill" Parker. I'm prepping my prod for a Pitt prem.

I'm Ernie Ford And His Four Hot Chicken Pickers, as featured on MIllikan's Chicken-Mash Hour.

I'm "the Calla Lilies that are in bloom again"...uhm, I mean "Mama Mia, them Calla Lilies, they've got to bloom again!"

I'm the chopsticks from Don the Beachcomber.....

I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood AllI'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley."ey." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood AllI'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley."ey." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood AllI'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley."ey." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood AllI'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley."ey." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood AllI'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley."ey." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood AllI'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley."ey." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood AllI'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley."ey." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood AllI'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley."ey." I'm "Blood Alley." I'm "Blood Alley."

I'm "homemade bread and fresh-churned butter!"

I'm the jam Grace Munson made from the grapes in her own arbor.

I'm Carlotta Romero. Even though I'm a fat cow, I want Ricky to fuck me.

I'm Lita Baron, who played all grown-up Renita Perez.

I performed with Xavier Cugat, was married to Rory Calhoun, had a long career and lived to be 92, and but don't you think that fucking 5 minute cameo was at the top of my obituary in 2015.

I'm Ethel's line in the "First Stop" episode that "Oh I forgot my toothpaste", so that the audience knows that that is toothpaste over her face, and not cum, when she emerges from the bathroom after the cabin rocks back and forth from the train

I'm Lucy who stopped the train. But not by dragging her foot.

I'm the sign maker who got rich off Aunt Sally.

I'm the continuity error in the "First Stop" episode. Lucy is clearly wearing pants in the car. When her stand-in gets out of the car to check if Aunt Sally's is open during whatever location shooting they did, she is wearing a skirt.

I'm Mrs. Glazingham's play entitled "Pearl One, Drop Two, or Much Ado about Knitting."

I'm the lynx stole that Fred says they will use as a bathmat, to taunt Lucy hiding on the outside ledge.

I'm Part Three!

Yea, I'm the winner in the marry Ethel Mae Potter contest.

I'm the singing that sounds lousy now that I'm down here.

I'm the frying pan that doubles as a bullet proof vest.

I'm the train that the studio will send to pick up a big star like Ethel Mae.....and take us to Part Three.