All language subtitles for I Love Lucy S06E20 Lucy Does the Tango 1080p BluRay FLAC2 0 H 264-BTN_track5_[eng]

What's the matter?

You are not cooperating.

When you dance the tango,
you should have a sultry look.

A sultry look? What do you mean?

Like this.

Well, I don't think
we should look that sultry.

Why not?

Look, honey, we're doing this dance
for Little Ricky's PTA.

We don't want to have the school raided.

Well, you don't have to overdo it.
Just look interested.

You know, breathe heavily or something.

Breathe heavily?

Well, you know.

Oh, not that heavily.

Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi, Ethel.

What are you doing?

- We're dancing. What do you think?
- Oh.

Ricky and I are going to tango for the PTA
a week from Saturday.

Oh!

- [Ricky] Now, look, honey...
- [Lucy] What?

Do we have to dance?

Couldn't we just take tickets
or sell popcorn

or scrape the gum
from underneath the chairs

after the show or something?

Now, honey, I promised them
that we would perform.

I know, but I just don't want
to lay an egg, that's all.

Hey, speaking of that, look.

Ethel, you mean our chickens
are starting to lay?

Oh, no, not yet,
but I thought we ought to be ready

to get right down to business

the minute that first little egg
rolls off the assembly line.

You're right.

Listen. It should be any day now.

Fred says that they should start laying
when they're six weeks old.

Gee, just think, 500 chickens.

And, if they're all conscientious,

we'll have 500 eggs a day to sell.

We'll be rich.

Smartest thing we ever did.

Let's see, 500 eggs a day
at 60 cents a dozen... Let's see...

Oh, now, don't bother.

Fred's got it figured out
to the last penny.

- Oh, I'll bet he has.
- Say, by the way,

where is our vice president
in charge of chickens?

He went over to Corwyn's Hatchery

to pick up some egg crates
and some more feed.

- More feed?
- Yep.

Fred says you got to
put something into chickens

- if you want to get something out of them.
- Well, he's right.

- Honey, let's try the finish again, huh?
- All right.

Hey, look at this,
see what you think, will you?

- All right.
- We're going to do a dance.

- Okay?
- Fine.

Gee, you look just like
Vilma Banky and Rudolph Valentino.

Yeah, well ...

It's a little rough yet.

- Needs some practice.
- Yeah, a little bit.

- Hi.
- Oh, hi, Fred. You're back.

Hello, Fred. How are you?

Did you get the egg crates and the feed?

Well, I got the feed, but no egg crates.

Why not?

Well, I don't know
just how to tell you this, Rick.

Tell me what?

Well, you remember,
I told you the chickens started to lay

when they were six weeks old?

- Yeah?
- I made a slight miscalculation.

Mr. Corwyn tells me it's six months.

What?

Oh, brother.

No wonder those little chicks
looked so wild-eyed

when I put them on the nest
and said, "Come on, give."

I thought you were raised on a farm

and you knew all about chickens.

So I made one little mistake.

One little mistake, he says.

You know, that one little mistake of yours
puts me in a bad spot.

I was depending on the money from the eggs
to help pay the expenses around here.

Yeah, I know, Rick, and I'm sure sorry.

It doesn't make me want
to jump for joy either.

Oh, brother.

Well, listen, partner,

this puts a whole new light
on our business arrangement.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, we were going to share
the profit from selling the eggs, right?

Right.

In return, I was going to do all the work
around here for nothing, right?

Right.

Well, now there won't be any profits.

So, until the chickens start laying,

I think you ought to
pay me a salary, right?

Wrong.

How do you figure?

Well, now, look, Fred,
I'm not making any money out of the eggs.

In the meantime, you're living
in the guesthouse for nothing.

So, until the chickens start laying,

I figure you should pay me rent.

Rent?

Yeah, you know,
that little thing that I used to pay you

the first of every month for 16 years?

Now, look...

Now, wait, you two, don't get into a snit.

Now, just maybe we don't have to wait
so long to have some profits.

What are you talking about?

Well, why couldn't we trade in
those baby chicks

for some full-grown hens
that would start laying eggs right away?

Yeah! That way, you'd have your profits
and you'd have your income.

Now we're getting someplace.

I've got to hand it to you, Lucy.

Yeah, honey, that's a good idea.

Yeah, I've done it again.

- [Ricky] Again?
- Again?

Don't knock it.
Just be glad I did it this once.

Look, Fred, let's go over to the hatchery
and see what kind of a deal

- we can make with that fellow.
- Right.

Let's go out and say good-bye
to our baby chicks, huh?

- Oh, yes, that's a great idea.
- Isn't that a good idea?

Oh, there's nothing like growing
your own breakfast, huh, Ethel?

Mmm, boy, I'll say. These are so fresh.

- Mommy, did our chickens lay these eggs?
- Yes, dear.

Our nice, new, big chickens.

Now, what's-- What's the matter now?

I'll tell you what's the matter!
Fred botched it again.

What are you talking about?

You told me that each one of those hens
was supposed to lay one egg every day.

Right? Well,
they've been here for a whole week,

and all we've gotten is six lousy eggs.

What do you expect me to do,
squeeze the eggs out of them?

Well, you're the expert. Do something.

I've done everything but jump up
and sit in the nest with them.

Oh, now, honey, don't get all upset.

Maybe the reason the chickens
aren't laying is because they're nervous.

Nervous? What have they got
to be nervous about?

Wouldn't you be nervous
if someone was standing around

waiting for you to lay an egg?

Yeah, Rick. It's their new surroundings.

As soon as they get to feeling at home,

I'll bet they'll drop eggs
so fast we'll have to jump out of the way.

She's right, Rick.

Well, I hope they start
feeling at home soon.

Well, anyway, we're getting
our breakfast for nothing.

For nothing?

Listen, with the cost of the feed,

the money that I spent
fixing the henhouse,

the extra heat and electricity,
and the money that we lost

by switching the 500 baby chickens
with the 200 hens,

I figured out each one of those breakfasts
is costing $18 apiece.

Ooh!

Yeah, "Ooh!"

Listen, I'll tell you
what I'm going to do.

I'm going to give those hens one more day.

Now, if by tomorrow
they don't start laying regularly,

I'm gonna sell the whole bunch of them
and get out of the egg business.

I can take a hint.

Come on, Ethel. Let's start packing.

- Oh, now, Fred...
- Oh, now, Fred ...

Hold on. You got one more day.

Yeah. Now, Fred, instead of packing,
maybe you'd better get out there

to that chicken house
and give those hens a pep talk.

Yeah. Look.
Why don't you try scaring them?

Walk through the henhouse
with a sign that says:

"Fryers for sale."

Sure, sure.

- Well...
- I'll help him.

Yeah, you go help Uncle Fred, huh?

Chickens.

I should have raised something
I knew about, like sugarcane.

- Oh, dear.
- Oh, Lucy, this is awful.

The boys at each other's throats,

the chickens aren't cooperating.

What are we going to do?

I don't know, but don't give up.
We got one more day.

You don't expect those hens
to lay a bumper crop of eggs overnight?

You know, they could if we helped them.

Lucy, I've never laid an egg in my life,
and I refuse to start trying now.

No, I don't mean that.
I mean buy some-- maybe about five dozen--

Take them out to the henhouse,
put them in the nest,

and let Fred and Ricky discover them.

What good would that do?

It'll only delay
the inevitable one more day.

Well, in the meantime,
maybe our hens will warm up

and our men will cool down.

It's worth a try.

Well, so far, so good.

- Where's Ricky?
- He went into New York.

- How about Fred?
- He's taking a nap.

How do you know that?

It's after lunch and before dinner.

What else would he be doing?

I guess you're right.

Well, get your eggs
and let's get out there.

All righty.

- Uh-oh.
- What's the matter?

Your sleeping prince.
He's out by the henhouse chopping wood.

He's supposed to be taking a nap.

Can't he ever do anything right?

Well, now what will we do?

Well, we'll just have to wait
till he finishes chopping wood.

He'll probably be out there all afternoon.

We got to get these in the nest
before Ricky comes home.

Well, what'll we do?

Well, we'll just have to stash them
on us someplace,

and just walk casually by Fred.

We can't stash away five dozen eggs.

Well, we can give it a try.
Here, open them up.

What are you going to do?

Well, I'm going to put some in my blouse.

I can get some in my hip pockets too.

Be careful.

- Want me to help you?
- No. Let's see now.

Ooh, you have to be awful careful.

Yeah, this...

Oh, oh...

- What's the matter?
- Whoo! They're cold.

I wonder how the chicken stands it.

Hey, I can get a dozen in one pocket.

Yeah, I'm doing all right too.

Don't break them,
don't break them. Be careful.

No. Just sounded like it.

Just precious.

We'll make it.

Three dozen?

I haven't broken one yet.

How do I look?

Oh, you look kind of lumpy.

Maybe I better put my jacket on.

Yeah. Want me to help you?

I can do it.

Let me help you, honey.

Wait a minute now.
I got one more egg to go.

Now, how's that?

Oh, that looks fine.

How do I look?

Well, whatever you do,
don't try to walk like Marilyn Monroe.

Oh, we got to get rid of these cartons.

Put them all in here,

and I'll put them away
there in the firebox.

I'll get it. I'll get it. I'll get it.

Want me to help you?

Easy, now. I can't...

Lucy. Hi, honey.

Why, I thought you were in New York.

Well, I decided to take the late train
because I want to rehearse our number.

Rehearse?

Oh, the act's just fine, honey.
We don't want to get overrehearsed.

Well, I wouldn't worry about that
if I were you.

Now, come on. I haven't got much time.
It's either now or never.

Well, then make it never?

Look, honey, if we're going to do
the dance in front of all those people,

I want to do it right.

Now come in and rehearse.

Well, I guess you won't be
needing me, Lucy. So long!

- Now, Ethel...
- Huh?

Wait a minute.
Stick around. I want you to see--

You know, tell us what it looks like.

Come on, come on.

Come on, honey.

What's the matter?

Honey, if we're gonna dance
for the PTA, we should be dignified.

We should stand at least two feet apart.

To tango?

Yeah, well, you were right.
We don't want to get the school raided.

Come on, honey.
If we're going to tango, let's tango, eh?

Lucy!

- That's enough, honey.
- Come on. I want to do the finish.

The finish?

Yeah.

Look, Lucy...

I know that this is a ridiculous question...

What were you doing with eggs
under your shirt?

Trying to hatch them?

Lucy...

Well, Ethel and I were trying to sneak
some eggs out into the henhouse--

You know, just to give the hens the idea--

So you and Fred wouldn't be mad
at each other anymore.

Ethel!

Are you carrying eggs too?

I was.

I'm sorry, Ethel.

You're sorry?

All right, that does it.

Tomorrow morning,
I'm gonna sell all the chickens

and get out of this chicken business.

Hi, Ricardo.

Hi, Ramsey.

- Want to ride the bikes?
- Uh-uh.

Why not?

I don't feel like it.

What's wrong?

We're going to have to
get rid of all our chickens.

How come?

They don't lay enough eggs,

so my daddy says they got to go.

That's what mine said
when our cat had kittens.

Did he give the kittens away?

- He couldn't.
- How come?

Because I hid the kittens
so he couldn't find them.

Hey!

Think we could hide chickens?

How many chickens are there?

200.

Boy, I think this is going to be
a little tougher than kittens.

Come on, Bruce. Let's get started.

Okay.

Fred?

Yeah?

Well, where are they?

Where are who?

The chickens, that's who.

The poultryman is outside
waiting to buy them,

and they've all disappeared.

Well, don't tell me your troubles.

Now, look, Fred. You're in charge
of the chickens. Now, where are they?

I was in charge of the chickens.

I quit, remember?

As long as you're staying here,

the chickens are your responsibility.

I'm not staying here. We're moving out.

Who do you mean by we?

Me and my wife, Mrs. Mertz.

You sure that's everybody
that's moving out?

What are you driving at?

I'm not driving at anything, Fred.

Just so happens that this room
is full of chicken feathers.

- So what?
- So what?

Yeah, so what?

So how'd they get here?

Don't ask me.

You know what a miserable
housekeeper Ethel is.

- What's that, Fred?
- How should I know?

Well, it doesn't sound like Perry Como.

My, what a lovely hat.

- Well, Fred?
- Well, what?

Now, look, Fred,

just because there was no profit
out of the egg business,

there's no reason for you to plan
to walk off with 200 chickens.

Just a minute.
Are you calling me a chicken thief?

Those are your words.

Those are your words, not mine.

I don't know how this chicken got in here,

and I don't care,

but I defy you to find
another one in this house.

You got some friends around here?

All right, Fred.

All right what?

Look, I'll tell you what I'm going to do.

I'm going to go over to the house,

I'm gonna wait there for 20 minutes.

Now, if the chickens reappear,

there will be no questions asked,

and I will not prosecute.

Just a minute.

Just a chicken-pickin' minute!

Gee, Ethel, I just feel terrible.

Me too.

You and Fred moving back to the city.

I don't want you to move away.

Well, I guess friends should never
go into business together.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

I wonder how Sears and Roebuck handled it?

Well, for one thing,
Sears wasn't a stubborn Irishman

and Roebuck wasn't a hot-tempered Latin.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Well, even though
we're not going to be neighbors anymore,

you and Fred can come out
and visit us on weekends.

Oh, Fred's so mad,

it'll be years before I can drag him
out here again.

Yeah.

Well, we can meet secretly
for lunch at Schrafft's.

- We can do that.
- Yeah.

Well, I got to go help Fred
with the packing.

Okay.

Dear.

- So long.
- Oh.

Oh, I almost forgot.
My fur jacket's in your closet.

Oh.

Hey.

Why don't you leave it there?

Pretend that you forgot it,
and you can come out and get it next week.

Oh, that's a wonderful idea, Lucy.

Maybe, by that time,
our gladiators will have cooled off.

Come on, you coward! Put up your dukes!
I'm gonna paste you right in the mouth!

I'd like to see you try.

Yeah? Well, step outside.

We just came in from outside.

What's going on?

He called me a chicken thief.

That's what's going on.

A chicken thief?

There are 200 chickens missing,

and I found a bunch of them
over at their place.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

Fred didn't steal any chickens.

Did you, Fred?

Of course not.

See, Ricky?

If he says he didn't take them,
he didn't take them.

How do you know?

If there's one thing Fred isn't--

And there's only one thing Fred isn't--

It's a chicken thief.

Thanks, Ethel.

All right, then, Ethel,
let me ask you a question.

How did a chicken get into your hatbox?

How did a chicken get into my hatbox?

Yeah. How did it get in there, Ethel?

Lucy, are you going to stand there
and let him accuse me too?

Well, how did that chicken
get into your hatbox?

That does it.

We're leaving,
and I'll just take my fur jacket with me.

I wouldn't want to make another trip
out here to pick it up.

Now who's a chicken thief?

You're a pretty cool cookie,
planting those birds in our place

just to throw us off the track.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You were going to call me a chicken thief,

and get me to leave,

and then sell all the chickens
to the poultry man

and collect all the money!

Oh, no, Fred.

He isn't that clever.

But there's someone in this room who is.

Are you calling me a chicken thief?

Those are your words, not mine.

You've got a lot of nerve,

you and your hatbox
full of chicken feathers!

Yeah! Yeah!

I suppose you want me to think
those birds walked into that closet

and shut the door behind them.

I have no idea
how those birds got into that closet.

Aw, I bet he's got them stashed
all over the place.

I'll bet they have too.

How do I know how they got in there?

Oh, isn't that--

What are you doing in there?

- Yeah, you know what he's doing in there.
-

- You put him in there!
- I did not!

Hello.

What?

Oh, no.

Thank you.

What is it?

That was Betty Ramsey.

Her little Bruce's room
is full of our chickens.

How did they get there?

I don't know,
but I have a sneaking suspicion.

Little Ricky!

What, Mommy?

Have you been hiding our chickens, dear?

[Ricky] Come on, Son, tell us the truth.

Will I get a spanking, Daddy?

No. Not if you tell me the truth.

Bruce and I hid them.

Why did you and Bruce hide them?

I didn't want you to give them away.

Gee, Fred ...

I'm sorry I called you a chicken thief.

That's all right, Rick.
I've been called worse things by Ethel.

Lucy, can you forgive me?

Can you forgive me?

I guess it'll take
more than a bunch of chickens

- to break our friendship.
- Right.

How about the chickens, Daddy?
Can we keep them?

Well, I don't know
if we can keep them or not, Son.

You see, Uncle Fred and I
went into the egg business together...

Hey, look what I found in my bedroom!

Our chickens are laying!
Our chickens are laying eggs!

Well, the Ricardos and the Mertzes
are in business together!

- Oh, I'll help you unpack!
- Yeah, you help me unpack.