- Lucy Ricardo: [Fred succeeds in putting Little Ricky to sleep when everyone else has failed] How'd he do that?
- Ethel Mertz: Beginner's luck.
- Fred Mertz: Beginners luck nothin'. It's my phenomenal memory.
- Ethel Mertz: Memory?
- Fred Mertz: Yeah. It's not generally known, but I was a little bit of a baby boy myself once.
- Ethel Mertz: You know, to look at him now, it's hard to believe he was ever a little baby anything!
- Ricky Ricardo: [coming in at 3:00 am, Ricky stumbles over the crib, wakes the baby, then speaks directly to the kid] Gee, I'm sorry I woke you up, old man.
- Lucy Ricardo: Now that you got him awake and yelling, what are you gonna do about it?
- Ricky Ricardo: Well, I apologized to him. What else do you want me to do?
- Ethel Mertz: 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]