I Love Lucy

Isn't that good? Isn't that good?

That's a boy.

Ooh, what a face!

What a face, what a face.

You want to get down

and walk for mama a little bit?

Let's see how much we can walk today, huh?

Come on.

Oh, sweetie.

Let's see how much we can walk now.

Walk for mama. Come on, come on.

Come on, walk.

Aw, come on now.

Give me a step or two.

Come on, try it.

Try it. Come on, sweetheart.

Come on. Come on.

That's a fella.

That a boy.

That a fella.

Come on.

That a fella.

There he is.

Do you like this?

Such a good boy.

We take our nap now, huh?

Should we take our nap now?

Good morning, Lucy.

Oh, hi.

I brought up your mail.

Oh, thank you very much.

Oh! Oh, Ethel, look!

Life, the magazine...

the one with our pictures in it.

Is this the one with your pictures in it?

Yeah, well, let me have it now.

Well, I'll find 'em for you.

Honey, I can find it.

It's my magazine and my pictures are in it.

Okay. Let's see now...

Oh, here it is.

"Life visits an orchestra leader at home"... page 43.

Oh, I'm so excited.

I wonder what my hair looks like.

Oh, you know, the beauty parlor did

a whole new makeup on me that day.

Yeah, I know.

All right, all right.

Oh, and I had on a new dress.

Oh! Oh, here it is.

Isn't that wonderful?

Oh, that's just great!

Look. Ricky practicing at the piano.

Oh, doesn't he look great?

Look at that expression.

Oh, here he is making arroz con pollo in the kitchen.

I've seen him like that a dozen times.

Doesn't that look natural?

Oh, look at the baby.

Oh, isn't he a little doll?

Yeah.

Oh, here's Ricky teaching little Ricky

to play the conga drum.

I didn't know they took one like that.

Isn't that wonderful?

Look at that big picture of Ricky.

Isn't that wonderful?

Oh, yeah.

That's all?

I must have missed something.

No, that's all.

Gee, three whole pages of pictures!

Well, so what happened to me?

There are no pictures of me there.

Oh, yes, there are. I saw them.

You did not.

I did, too.

You were in this, uh... uh...

Yeah, there you are.

Where?

There... holding the baby.

Oh, great.

That's a fine picture of my left arm.

Oh, come now.

And after all the trouble I went through.

I told all my friends to look for pictures of me.

Now, Lucy.

If they don't recognize my left arm, I'm dead.

Oh, it isn't everybody

who gets her arm in life magazine.

Oh, I don't want my arm in there.

I want my face in there.

For heaven's sake.

If I'd known what they were up to,

I'd have held the baby in my mouth.

Hey, 20 million people read this magazine.

Why, your arm will be famous.

Thanks.

Oh, don't be so unhappy.

Think of how much good it'll do Ricky's career.

Oh, sure. What about my career?

You don't have a career.

Exactly. And why?

Publicity like this.

Oh, now, Lucy.

It's a wonder I've got where I am.

Where are you?

Oh, shut up!

Who's that?

Hi, honey!

We made it!

Look! Look!

It's all over the place!

We're in life magazine!

Yes, I saw US.

Oh, isn't that wonder...? How about that?

Oh, it's just wonderful, Ricky.

We got more pages than the two-headed alligator.

And the wonderful pictures of the baby?

Yeah, wonderful. Oh, boy.

Look at the picture of me at the piano.

Isn't that good?

I got kind of a funny expression on my face, though.

Oh, I don't know.

It isn't as funny as the expression on my elbow.

Huh?

How did you like the pictures of me, dear?

Oh, beautiful, honey. I thought you never looked better.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, we ought to be

the happiest two people in the whole world.

Well, the happiest one and a quarter anyway.

What do you mean?

I hate to be the one to point this out, Ricky,

but there's a certain loved one

whose picture does not appear in there.

Who?

Me.

Oh, now, don't be silly. You're in here.

I am?

Sure...

Oh, that's right, you're not.

Oh, that's right, you're not.

Well, gee, I'm sorry.

You don't have to get mad at me.

It's not my fault.

It is, too.

How can it be my fault?

They would have printed my picture,

but they didn't because I'm not famous,

and the only reason I'm not famous

is because you've never given me an opportunity

to display my talents.

Oh, no.

Now, Ricky, you listen to me...

Now, you listen to me.

If you don't mind,

I don't want to listen to either of you.

Now, no low blows, and watch your kidney punches.

Go to your corners

and, when the door slams, come out fighting.

And may the best man win.

Now, Ricky...

I don't want to go into a long discussion

of why you should be in show business.

I will save you a lot of time and a lot of breath.

I will give you an answer right now: No.

But I want a career.

You have a career.

Being a mother is very important, you know.

I know that, and it's only because of little Ricky

that I want to get my break in show business.

Well, I know I'm going to be sorry I asked this,

but how do you figure?

Well, you just think ahead a little bit.

When little Ricky goes to school,

and some of his playmates asks

who his parents are...

Just what is he going to have to say?

"My father is Ricky Ricardo,

"the internationally known entertainer,

"and then there's my mother,

whose name escapes me for the moment."

Oh, the poor, poor child.

Yeah, well.

You see? He heard me.

He's so humiliated he's crying already.

Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay.

Hiya, Fred.

Hey!

Aren't you the fella

that I saw in life's magazine today?

Gosh!

Could I get your autograph?

Oh, shut up, Fred.

What's the matter, Rick?

Gosh, I thought you'd be feeling great

after all that publicity.

Well, do you happen to notice that they didn't put

one of Lucy's pictures in the magazine?