Original subtitles

Oh, good morning, Mrs. Trumbull.

Morning.

Well!

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, Mrs. Ricardo ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

Well, thank you very much, Mrs. Trumbull,

but today isn't my birthday.

- It isn't? - No.

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?

Never.

What?

I had my last birthday a year ago today.

Oh.

So you've reached that point.

Mm-hmm.

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?

How old were you when you stopped?

Well, my last birthday was my 29th.

You were just my age.

That's what I figured.

I was 34 at the time.

Well, if it isn't your birthday,

I'll take back my song.

Well, thank you very much.

It was a very nice song,

but I just don't want anything

to remind me it's my birthday.

Gee, I wonder how I can keep Ricky from remembering.

Just don't tell him.

Mrs. Trumbull, I'll have you know

that Ricky never forgets my birthday.

Why, this is the most important day of the year to him.

Well, that's nice.

Really.

[Ricky] Lucy!

Yes, dear?

Have I got any clean handkerchiefs?

Uh, in the top drawer.

You just watch what a big fuss he makes.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Trumbull.

Good morning, Mr. Ricardo.

Honey, I'm in a hurry,

so I'll eat breakfast on the way down to the club.

- Good-bye. - Bye.

- Bye. - Good-bye.

What are you looking for, dear?

Well, I got something for you.

You have?

Yeah.

Oh, here it is.

I broke the crystal to my watch.

Will you take it to the jewelers for me, please?

Oh, sure, sure.

Thanks.

Well, he's probably going to buy my present downtown today

and he'll bring it home with him

when he comes home to dinner tonight.

Yes.

- Honey? - Oh, yes, dear?

I almost forgot what day this is.

You did?

I got an extra rehearsal at the club,

so I won't be able to be home for dinner.

Now, don't feel too bad, Mrs. Ricardo.

Remember, you wanted him

to forget your birthday.

Sure I wanted him to forget my birthday,

but he forgot my birthday!

Hi, Rick, come on in.

No, Fred, I'm in a hurry.

Look, I just wanted to check.

Did you order the cake?

We certainly did.

It's got pink roses and a great big heart

with "Happy Birthday, Lucy" written right on top of it.

Oh, gee, that's just wonderful.

Oh, you should have seen her just now.

She was just about to cry

because she thinks

that I've forgotten her birthday.

Well, we'll make up for it tonight

and everybody said they could come.

Let me see, there's the Orsattis,

the Sedgwicks,

the Morgans and the Van Blacks.

Wonderful, wonderful.

I got a big ringside table at the club

I'm getting all fixed up real pretty.

And I wrote a special song just for Lucy.

- A song? - Yeah.

- No kidding? - Yeah.

Oh, great.

Now, look, look, will you tell Ethel

to keep it quiet?

You mean old blabbermouth?

Yeah.

Don't worry, she won't say a word.

Okay. I'll see you later, Fred.

Thanks a lot.

- So long, Rick. - Bye.

Oh, my dear, you mustn't brood

because your husband acted that way.

I'm not brooding.

I'm really glad that Ricky forgot my birthday.

It's just that it makes him look so bad in comparison

to all my other friends

who think enough of me to remember,

like you and Ethel Mertz and all the rest.

Mrs. Trumbull...

would you stay here with Little Ricky

while I go downstairs for a while?

Why, certainly I will.

You know I...

I guess I am feeling a little low about Ricky

and all the fuss that Ethel will make over my birthday

will kind of cheer me up a little,

to say nothing of the nice present

she has undoubtedly bought me.

All right, I'll stay with the baby

just as long as you want.

Thank you.

Now, don't rush.

No, I won't, thanks.

Oh. Oh, Ethel.

Hi, Lucy.

Hi.

I was just coming down to see you.

You were?

Uh-huh.

Why?

Oh, I just wanted to say hello.

Oh.

- Hello. - Hello.

What did you want to see me about?

I brought up your mail.

Oh, is that all?

Yeah, there wasn't much

for anybody today.

I mean, there wasn't anything else on your mind?

Nope.

No?

Well, let's see what's in the mail.

Oh... oh, this looks like a card of some kind.

You know, a happy- something-or-other card.

Isn't this exciting?

What's the matter?

Wasn't it exciting?

Not unless you want to go to the opening of Joe's Delicatessen.

Oh.

Well, guess I'd better be running along.

Oh, no.

No, sit down.

Let's chat.

Okay.

What's new?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing.

What's new with you?

Nothing.

Not a thing.

You know, I have a strange feeling

that today is some special day or something.

You know, like I'd forgotten something.

Oh, I've had that feeling.

Isn't it annoying?

Yeah.

What could it be?

Well, it must be something important.

Gee, I can't imagine what it could be, Lucy.

- Oh! - What?

I got a date at the beauty parlor in 20 minutes.

I got to get my hair fixed up for tonight.

Tonight?

Um... yes, Fred and I are going to go out

with the head of his lodge to dinner.

Oh, that's nice.

Well, so long, Lucy.

Good-bye.

Oh, didn't Mrs. Mertz

remember your birthday either?

She sure didn't.

In fact, she made Ricky's "didn't" look like a "did."

Here, now,

you just have a good, good cry.

Well, crying won't do any good.

It won't change things any.

Oh, fine, now I got the hiccups.

Try holding your breath; that ought to stop them.

No. That never does any good.

I always get the hiccups when I cry.

Ever since I was a little girl.

Well, hold your breath for 20 seconds, that'll stop it.

It never does any good.

Oh, yes, it will.

Come on, I'll prove it to you now. Let's try.

All right.

Now, when I say "go,"

you take a deep, long breath.

All right.

Go.

Not yet.

Not yet.

20 seconds is a long time.

People don't realize how long it is.

Well, this watch isn't even going.

Oh!

Well, anyway,

it made you forget your troubles.

It did not.

You know what I'm going to do?

What?

I'm going to give myself a birthday party.

Now, that's a good idea.

Will you come?

I certainly will.

It's going to be a gay party, too--

Everybody all dressed up, formal.

Fine.

I'm going to ask all my good friends--

The Orsattis, the Sedgwicks

and the Morgans and the Van Blacks.

I'll get my dress out of the trunk.

It's been there so long, it's back in style again.

Oh, good.

♪ Say, have you ever met a girl who's the toast of the town? ♪

♪ A work of art without a question ♪

♪ You better write her number down. ♪

Okay, boys, that's all right.

Be sure you watch those last brass figures there.

Bite 'em off real good, eh?

Now, let's have everything

just right tonight, fellas.

It's Lucy's birthday

and I got a surprise party for her.

I want everything to be perfect.

Hey, Rick!

Oh, hi, Fred.

Everything's all set.

Did you get the cake?

Yeah... all right, bring it in.

Did you ever see a cake like that in your life?

Oh, isn't that the most beautiful thing

you've ever seen?

Isn't that a beauty? Look at the candles.

Oh, and that frosting.

"Happy birthday, Lucy."

Oh, she's going to get a big... mmm.

She's going to get a big kick out of that.

Look at those colors, yeah.

Isn't that beautiful?

Oh, Mrs. Trumbull.

Well, I'm early, I see.

Oh, dear, I forgot to call you.

I couldn't get anyone

to come to my party, Mrs. Trumbull.

What do you mean you couldn't get anyone to come? I'm here.

- Well... - Little Ricky's here.

Why, we can have a wonderful party

just the three of us.

You can't have a real party

without paper hats.

There's one for you

and... one for me...

and one for Little Ricky.

Oh, he looks so cute.

Well, um... now, let's throw some of this around,

give it a gay atmosphere.

Whee!

Whee!

Whee!

Whee.

Oh... oh...

Isn't this fun?

Yeah, I guess so.

Uh... I sure appreciate

everything you've done, Mrs. Trumbull.

The cake and all, it's very nice.

It's just that I guess

I'm not much in a party mood.

Mrs. Trumbull, would you stay

with Little Ricky again?

I'd like to take a walk.

All right, dear, you go right ahead.

Thank you.

Don't you worry.

I'll take care of Little Ricky, all right.

Okay, thank you.

And hurry back so we can cut the cake.

Yeah.

Tropicana.

[Trumbull] I'd like to speak to Mr. Ricardo, please.

Mr. Ricardo? Yes, he's around somewhere.

Just a moment.

Oh, Ricky.

[Ricky] Yeah?

On the phone, please.

Okay.

Thank you.

Hello.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

What?

You... y-y-you man, you!

Who is this?

It's Mrs. Trumbull.

Mrs. Trumbull!

Thanks to you, your poor little wife is crying her eyes out,

and even now, she's walking the streets brokenhearted.

What are you talking about?

Today happened to be your wife's birthday.

Oh, I know that, I know it.

I got a wonderful surprise party all fixed up for her.

You have?

Why, sure.

I was just about to call the apartment and ask her

to bring me down some music that I left on top of the piano.

Now, what are you talking about her walking the streets?

Well, I guess I exaggerated, but... oh, she was so upset.

She went out for a walk.

Oh, gee, I didn't want that to happen.

Well, look, Mrs. Trumbull, as soon as she comes back,

tell her that I called

and that I want her to bring me some music

that I left on top of the piano right down to the club.

All right, Mr. Ricardo.

And don't you worry, I'll stay with the baby.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Trumbull.

You're a real doll.

Muchas gracias.

Adios, amigo.

Friends, I think we have found here

a poor, lonely soul who needs our help.

Oh, you mean me?

Indeed we do, my dear.

We who know what it is to be lonely, cast off and forgotten,

bring you friendship.

Oh, well, thanks just the same, but I'm all right.

Well, open up your heart and let our friendship in.

We know what it is to have

to spend the night on a park bench.

Oh, you've got me all wrong.

I'm all right, I got plenty of money.

We're sure of that.

No, really, I'm loaded.

We're sure of that, too.

Oh! Oh, no, you don't understand.

You see, I always get the hiccups when I cry,

and, well, I... I've been crying.

I don't know why I should tell you, but...

well, today was my birthday

and nobody even...

Oh, it's her birthday.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear... ♪

Lucy.

♪ Lucy ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

Oh, thank you very much.

That's very nice. Thanks.

You don't have any friends, do you?

No, I don't.

Well, you have friends now.

Come with us, my dear.

Oh, no, I couldn't.

Oh, you still don't trust us, do you?

Well, it isn't that I don't trust...

Is there anyone here among us

who would like to tell of his experience

with The Friends of the Friendless?

I would like to do that, sir.

I would like to tell you

of something that happened to me

and the lesson I learned

and the meaning of true friendship.

I didn't have a friend in the world.

I was just a bit of flotsam

in the sea of life,

a pitiful outcast

shunned by my fellow man.

I was a mess.

And then one day they came along--

These good people--

Unasked,

The Friends of the Friendless.

And they put their arm around my waist

and they said, "We will be your friend

"because you are friendless

"and we are The Friends of the Friendless.

"And if you accept our friendship,

"you will never again be friendless,

"for we are The Friends of the Friendless

and you will have friends."

To this day, I have never been friendless.

I have friends...

friends in the time of joy...

friends in the time of sorrow...

real friends...

true friends...

friends.

Friends. Friends.

My friends.

You will come with us?

No.

No, I want you to go with me.

There's someone I want to give a lesson to

in the true meaning of friendship.

Of course.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you. You're a wonderful audience.

Those were Pugh and Carroll--

The two greatest contortionists in America today.

And now, we'd like to introduce...

♪ We are friends of the friendless ♪

♪ Yes, we are, yes, we are. ♪

♪ We are friends of the friendless ♪

♪ Be they near, be they far. ♪

♪ We uplift the poor downtrodden ♪

♪ And we sober up the sodden ♪

♪ We are friends of the friendless ♪

♪ Yes, we are, yes, we are. ♪

I want to tell you all something that happened to me,

the lesson I learned tonight

and the true meaning of friendship.

These people are my friends, The Friends of the Friendless.

And I was friendless.

I was just a bit of flotsam in the sea,

a pitiful outcast shunned by my fellow man.

I was a mess.

The people I thought were my friends forsook me.

Even my own husband

proved he was just a husband

and not a friend.

Today was my birthday,

and do you think anybody remembered?

Nobody remembered.

Nobody did a thing about it.

Nobody even as much... not a sing...

Happy birthday!

Ethel!

Happy birthday, sweetheart.

Happy birthday?

Happy birthday for me?

Yeah, honey, we didn't forget your birthday.

We had this thing planned for weeks.

We just couldn't get a hold of you--

You had run out of the house.

Nobody could find you.

Oh, no!

Oh, honey.

And I got a wonderful present for you.

You want to hear it?

Hear it?

Yeah.

♪ I love Lucy and she loves me ♪

♪ We're as happy as two can be ♪

♪ Sometimes we quarrel, but then ♪

♪ How we love making up again. ♪

♪ Lucy kisses like no one can ♪

♪ She's my missus and I'm her man ♪

♪ And life is heaven, you see ♪

♪ 'Cause I love Lucy ♪

♪ Yes, I love Lucy ♪

♪ And Lucy loves me. ♪

Everybody sing!

♪ I love Lucy and she loves me ♪

♪ We're as happy as two can be ♪

♪ Sometimes we quarrel, but then ♪

♪ How we love making up again. ♪

♪ Lucy kisses like no one can ♪

♪ She's my missus and I'm her man ♪

♪ And life is heaven, you see ♪

♪ 'Cause I love Lucy ♪

♪ Yeah, I love Lucy ♪

♪ And Lucy loves me. ♪

Mrs. Trumbull was played by Elizabeth Patterson;

the man in the park was Ransom Sherman;

the leader of the band was Byron Foulger;

and the headwaiter was William Hamel.

I Love Lucy is a Desilu Production.