I Love Lucy

Come on now, little Ricky,

let me see you swing that bat.

Attaboy! Ha-ha!

You're gonna be another Mickey mantle.

Uncle Fred, who's Mickey mantle?

Who's Mickey mantle?

Why, he's the guy

they got to replace Joe DiMaggio.

Who's Joe maggio?

"Who's Joe maggio?"

You talk more like your father every day.

It's Joe DiMaggio.

And he's one of the greatest Yankees of all time.

Come on now, let me see you take another swipe

at that old apple.

Boffo!

Right out of the park. Attaboy.

Hi, daddy.

Hey! Hi!

Say, what's going on, partner?

I'm swiping apples.

You're swiping apples?

He means he's taking a swipe at the old apple.

Oh. Well, let me see you do it. Go on.

Show him. Show your dad. At 'em!

Hey!

He's gonna be another Joe maggio.

Yes, sir.

I'm treating the two girls and little Ricky

to the ball game this afternoon at yankee stadium.

Well, that's very generous of you, uncle Fred.

Well, it's nothing, Rick. I'm glad to do it.

"Today is la die" day, daddy.

Oh, it's ladies' day.

Uh-huh.

Ladies and little boys get in free.

"Ladies and little boys get in free."

Yeah. He's just like his mother.

Yatata, yatata, yatata, yatata, yatata.

Well, listen, if you're going to go to the ball game

with uncle Fred, you'd better go take a nap, huh?

Okay, daddy.

You go to sleep now, son.

Good-bye.

Ain't he a dandy?

How about that kid, huh?

Listen, did the girls come back from shopping yet?

Listen, did the girls come back from shopping yet?

And I'm getting hives at the thought of Ethel running

loose in a department store with a loaded charge-a-plate.

Well, listen, Fred,

you can't expect a girl to go to the opening

of a new nightclub in an old dress.

Ah, well, it's all your fault, too.

If you hadn't bought a piece of the tropicana,

I wouldn't be buying a piece of saks fifth Avenue.

Listen, you won't recognize the old tropicana.

Boy, it's all changed.

It's brand-new furniture, brand-new paint job

new bandstand, new uniforms...

We even changed the name.

We call it club babalu.

Club babalu?

Yeah.

Yeah.

And wait till you hear who I got

for the opening night.

Who?

Bob hope.

Bob hope!

Yeah. Bob hope.

His agent Jimmy safield

just called me and said, "it's all set."

Well, that's terrific.

Yeah, there's only one thing, though.

I made a slip the other day

and Lucy knows that I was trying

to get Bob hope for the opening, you know.

How could you pull a boner like that?

You know how she acts in front of celebrities.

I know, but I was talking on the telephone

and I didn't know that she was in the apartment,

but she doesn't need to know that it's all set

and that Bob is going to do it. Understand?

Mm-hmm.

So not a word in front of Lucy

and not a word in front of Ethel

and not a word in front of little Ricky.

Now we got him to worry about.

Yeah, fine way to live... surrounded by blabbermouths.

Hi.

Hiya, honey, what you do?

Buy half of the store?

Well, not quite.

Fred, you'd better go give Ethel a hand.

She can't get up the stairs.

She's got so many packages.

Oh, good night, nurse.

If I ever find where she hides that charge-a-plate,

I'll pound the letters down.

Fred.

Where is the baby, honey?

He just went in to take a nap.

Oh, good. Any news about the opening?

News?

Yeah, about the guest star.

Did you get hold of Bob hope?

Bob hope?

Yeah. Did he call you?

Uh... no.

No, Bob hope didn't call. No.

Well, he certainly knows

that you were waiting to hear from him.

He knows the opening is tomorrow night.

Yeah, well, you know, that's show business.

Well, I can't understand why he didn't even call you,

for heaven's sake.

: Oh, my goodness!

Oh, I just had a horrible thought.

What?

Ricky, you don't suppose...?

Oh, I know it's a wild idea,

but you don't suppose that Bob hope heard about me,

and that's the reason he hasn't called you, do you?

About you?

Yeah. You know,

those exaggerated reports

about what happens to a celebrity

when they meet up with me.

No.

No, as bad as you are, I don't think...

By George,

I hate to say this, but you may be right.

Oh, no!

Yeah, I think you hit it right on top of the head.

I think that-that Bob is afraid even to come near you.

Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.

Well...

Oh, I just feel awful.

Well, that's all right, honey.

Oh, this is terrible!

Honey, you're married to a jinx!

Now, now, now, honey...

Yes, you are.

Fred: Now the players in the gray uniforms...

Announcer: Here are the lineups and batting orders

for today's game: For Cleveland, batting first

and playing right field, al Smith...

Gee, a baseball game is fun.

Kind of wish I knew what it was all about.

Kill the umpire!

Stop, Ethel! Stop!

Well, that's what you always say.

Game hasn't even started.

Oh.

Oh, Lucy, come on, cheer up.

There could be a million reasons why Bob hope

hasn't called Ricky.

No, there aren't.

He's heard that every time

I come near a celebrity, there's trouble.

It happened in Hollywood. It happened in Europe.

I'm a scourge of two continents.

Oh, now, honey, that's the silliest thing I ever heard of.

Come on, perk up.

Red hots!

Get your red hots!

Get 'em while they're hot!

Fred, Fred, I'm hungry. Get me a hot dog.

Did you come out here to watch a ball game

or to stuff your face?

That guy down there is eating.

He's not eating.

He's a pitcher.

He's chewing tobacco.

A lot of ball players chew tobacco.

Well, whatever it is, it sure looks good.

Come on, go get me a hot dog.

That man won't be back here for hours.

Oh... all right.

Can I have one, uncle Fred?

Okay, little Rick. Okay.

Well, as long as you're up,

you might as well bring me one, too, Fred.

I came out here to watch a ball game

and I wind up as a short-order cook.

Fred, come on...

Can I have your autograph, Mr. Hope?

Well, I don't know.

You seen my latest picture, the iron petticoat?

Yes, sir!

You watch my television show?

Do you root for Cleveland? I own a piece of the team, you know.

Yes, sir.

Well, now that you've been

properly brainwashed...

There you are, you lucky boy.

How are you?

How's it going, all right?

Listen, Ethel, you keep an eye