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: How are you, Mrs Trumbull? Mrs. Trumbull
: As well as could be expected after two hours sleep. Lucy Ricardo
: Oh, I'm sorry about that Mrs Trumbull. The baby was a little fussy. He won't annoy you again. Mrs. Trumbull
: No, I'm sure of that. Perhaps you'll recall this piece of paper, Mrs Mertz. Ethel Mertz
: Your lease? Mrs. Trumbull
: Yes. Mrs. Trumbull
: [she reads aloud
] "It is expressly understood that at no time will children be allowed to live in said building." Ethel Mertz
: Little Ricky! Lucy Ricardo
: He's a children! Mrs. Trumbull
: Since it says, "No children" in plain English, what excuse is there for Mrs Ricardo's baby? Ethel Mertz
: Uhhhh, ahhh... Lucy Ricardo
: He can't read.
[Lucy and Ethel laugh nervously; Mrs Trumbull is not amused
: [Mrs Trumbull drops in and sings "Happy Birthday" to Lucy
] Well, thank you very much, Mrs Trumbull, but today isn't my birthday. Mrs. Trumbull
: It isn't? Lucy Ricardo
: No. Mrs. Trumbull
: But I wrote the date down when the Mertzes gave you that birthday party last year. Can't understand how I could have made such a mistake. When is your birthday? Lucy Ricardo
: Never. Mrs. Trumbull
: What? Lucy Ricardo
: I had my last birthday a year ago today. Mrs. Trumbull
: Ohh, ha ha, so you've reached that point. I know how you feel. I stopped having birthdays when I was your age. At least I think I was your age. How old are you? Lucy Ricardo
: How old were you when you stopped? Mrs. Trumbull
: My last birthday was my twenty-ninth. Lucy Ricardo
: You were just my age. Mrs. Trumbull
: That's what I figured. I was thirty-four at the time.
: [welcoming the Ricardos and Mertzes back to New York
] Look at the baby. He's almost as big as I am. Ricky Ricardo
: Well, that's the California climate, you know. Everything grows bigger out there. Fred Mertz
: Yeah, look at Ethel.