Fred Mertz: [Fred and Ethel aren't speaking, Fred blames Lucy, and he is eating alone in the living room as Lucy and Ricky knock on the door] Come in.
Lucy Ricardo: Hello, Fred.
Fred Mertz: [less than enthusiastic] Oh, it's you.
Ricky Ricardo: What's that you're eating?
Fred Mertz: My breakfast.
Ricky Ricardo: A bottle of beer and a salami sandwich?
Fred Mertz: Well, it's the only thing I know how to cook. Ethel has locked herself in the bedroom and won't come out.
Lucy Ricardo: Well, that's why we're here, Fred. I have a plan that'll fix everything.
Fred Mertz: Please. From now on, your channel doesn't come in on my set.
Lucy Ricardo: He'll listen to you, Ricky. You tell him I have a wonderful plan that won't cost him a cent.
Ricky Ricardo: My scatterbrained wife has another half-witted scheme, and if you listen to it, you're out of your mind.
Lucy Ricardo: Boy, did I suffer in that translation!