Oh for Corn's Sakes.

Lucy: Ricky, it's true! Your upper lip has whiskers on it!

Ricky: What'd you expect? Feathers??

As a dancer, I have two left feet, and as a singer, I sound like a bull moose pulling his foot out of the mud.

Ricky: Ok everybody. We have to consentrate. We have to use our brains...

Lucy: Well, let me think--

Ricky: You stay out of this!

Ricky: (to Lucy) You couldn’t keep from buying a new hat if your life depended on it—AND IT MAY!!

Ethel: Do you think they could make a glamour girl outta me?

Lucy: Sure, says right here “We work miracles!”

Lucy: Ethel, what would you say if I told you you could be just as attractive as Eve Whitney?

Ethel: I’d say you’ve snapped your twig.

Lucy: What’s eve whitney got that we haven’t got? Nothing. We’ve got just as much as she’s got, only lots more.

Ethel: Yeah, but the ‘lots more’ is in all the wrong places.

Ricky: You have fixed your sheets and blankets, now go take a nap!

Ethel: What'd he mean by that?

Lucy: He was trying to say "You have made your bed, now lie in it."

(Lucy and Ricky are handcuffed together)

Lucy: Honey, you said you wanted to be joined in matrimony.

Ricky: And as I recall, it was 'till death do us part.' THAT EVENT IS ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE... more