All language subtitles for I.Love.Lucy.S05E26.Return.Home.From.Europe.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track4_[eng]

Lucy, have you got room
for this stuff in your trunk?

I was just coming down
to ask you the same thing.

Ethel, I told you, you were
buying too many souvenirs.

Well, now, I want a lot of things

to remind me of my trip when I get home.

- Gee, I hate to leave Europe.
- Me, too.

From the looks of things,
you're not leaving it.

You're taking it with you.

Oh, Fred, you can't come home from Europe
without buying gifts for your friends.

The test of true friendship

does not depend upon buying gifts.

He ought to know--

He's been testing his
friends for 20 years.

Look at all this junk you're lugging home.

This is not junk, Fred, believe me.

- Hi, Ricky.
- Hi, Rick. Come here.

- Hi, honey.
- Hi, dear.

Listen, I stopped by American 'Spress

and I gave them
our forwarding address in New York.

- Good.
- Hey, did they have any mail

for us at American 'Spress?

Oh, yes, I almost forgot. Here.

Oh, a letter from Mother!

Gee, it'll be wonderful to see Mother
and Little Ricky again, won't it, honey?

Yeah, it'll be wonderful to see
Little Ricky again all right.

Here's a telegram for you.

How do you like that? A telegram,
and she forwards it in the regular mail.

It takes three weeks to get here.

Only your mother would--

Oh, now, honey, maybe it isn't important.

It's probably a birthday
greeting or something.

I hope you're right.

Oh, no!

¡Ay, que barbaridad! Mira, es el
telegram importante que estaba esperando.

What's it say?

Oh, no! Lo estoy esperando
por tres meses el telegram...

[Fred] What's it say?

Well, whatever it is,

I have a feeling
it isn't "happy birthday."

Your mother is a-- a--

Honey, is it important?

Oh, no, no.

Only the managing director of
the Roxy Theater in New York,

and he wants me to open there
with my band for two weeks,

starting next Monday! That's all.

Oh...

We'll make it if fly.

That's a good idea. I'll call him
and find out if the offer still stands.

All right.

Hello, operator.

Operator, I want to put a call
to New York City, please.

Mr. Rothafel at the Roxy Theater
in New York City.

As soon as you can. It's very important.

Listen, Fred, would you see
if you can get a reservation

on Pan American for us and the orchestra?

- Sure I will.
- Hey, this is exciting.

We're gonna fly across the ocean.

Who said you were going to?

What do you mean?

I may leave you right here in Europe.

I didn't do anything.

Your mother did,
and she inherits it from you.

Oh!

Hello.

Yes? Yes.

Mr. Rothafel?

This is Ricky Ricardo.

Ye-- yes, sir. I'm still--
I'm still in Europe.

I got your wire.
Well, I just got it today.

Well, I know when it was sent,

but it went to my personal
dead letter office.

Oh, push tush.

Well, it doesn't matter.
Look, I just wanted to find out,

does the offer stand?

Wonderful.

Yeah, well, I'm just trying
to find out if I can fly.

Yeah, you'll make it, Peter Pan.

I'll let you know-- Oh, hold it a minute.

Hey, it's all set, Rick.

There's a clipper leaving
tomorrow afternoon,

arriving New York the following day.

Wonderful. Listen, it's all right.

We're gonna be able to fly,
and we'll be there in plenty of time.

Yes. Thank you very much.

Goodbye. Good.

Now listen. Wait a minute.

You'd better call the steamship lines
and tell them

- that we have to go by plane.
- All right.

You see, everything's all right.

Mother didn't make such
a bad mistake after all.

Hey, Rick, I'm just thinking.

The band was going home free
for playing on the boat.

This way, you'll have to buy
plane tickets for all of us.

Oh, who asked you?

Thanks to your mother,

I have to play the Roxy
for two weeks for nothing.

All right, forget about the Roxy.

Let's go home on the boat like we planned.

Oh, no. No, no.

I've been waiting
to play the Roxy for a long time,

and I'm gonna play the Roxy.

Oh, ho! You see?
It isn't my mother's fault at all.

It's just your neurotic need
to be in the spotlight.

My neurotic need to be in the spotlight?

Yeah. How do you like them apples?

And close your mouth.

What apples?

I hope that's a big plane
we're going home on.

Got to have plenty of room
for all this stuff.

Oh, no, you dunt.

What "dunt" I "dunt?"

You don't take this junk on the plane.

That's what you don't dunt.

Why not?

Look, they only allow you 66 pounds,

and every pound over 66
costs you two dollars.

- Two dollars a pound?
- That's right.

Everything over 66 pounds
has to go by boat.

Well, all right. Let's see.

Oh, dear, now,
I've got to take these wooden shoes

to Marian Van Black.

And I got to take this bottle

of My Sin to Mrs. Trumbull,
I promised her.

Oh, here's something you can ship.

That probably weighs all of two ounces.

Well, I don't care.
These other things are very important.

Look, Lucy, make up your mind,
that everything goes by boat

except your luggage and your clothes.

That alone will weigh 66 pounds.

All right, but there's one thing

I have to take with me
for sure: that cheese.

- That cheese?
- Yes. Now, don't argue with me.

You can't get that kind of cheese at home.

Are you kidding?
This thing must weigh 66 pounds by itself.

No, it's only 25 pounds.

That's a very rare kind of Italian cheese

and I promised to bring it home
for a very special person.

And who is this very special person?

Someone we all know and love,

my mother.

Your what?

My mother, and she's a who, not a what.

Now, look, Lucy, your mother
has already cost me a fortune.

And I'm not going to spend one more penny
on that big hunk of cheese.

How can we get off that plane
and not have a present for mother?

After all, she stayed with the baby
all the time we were gone.

For the money she's cost me,
I could have hired Dr. Spock.

Oh...

Now, look, I don't want to hear
another argument about it.

I'm not going to spend one more penny
for this cheese even to ship it.

Now, come on, Fred.
We've got a lot of things to do.

Okay.

Boy, there's going to be
some family argument

if I get off that plane
without a present for my mother.

How can I get that cheese to New York?

You can't.

Oh, yes, I can, now.

Ricky won't pay for taking it--

What do they take on the plane for free?

Only the clothes you're wearing.

Oh, well, that's no good.

Very few people wear cheese.

Try to think of something else
besides clothes.

- You thinking?
- Yes. I'm thinking. Yeah, I'm thinking.

Do they charge for babies on planes?

I don't think so. Why?

[Ethel] Oh, no.

Lucy, oh, no, Lucy.

- Isn't that cute?
- Yeah.

Gee, that'll come in handy, won't it?

Hi.

Hi, boys.

- Hi, Rick.
- Where's Lucy?

Oh, uh, uh, she stopped to get a magazine.

She'll be here in a minute.

- How much time do we have?
- We take off in five minutes.

Thank you.

If Lucy misses this plane--

Now, Rick, she'll make it.

Five will get you ten.

Don't worry, Rick.
Sit down. She'll make it.

Yeah, well...

Oh, here she comes.

- I told you, she'd make it.
- What's she--

- What's that?
- What's what?

That. What are you doing?

♪ Rock-a-bye, baby... ♪

What have you got there?

Where are you going?

I am not the father of that cheese.

Oh, come on, sit down. Sit down here.

- Look...
- Sit down!

I don't want anything to do
with you or your little scheme.

I will be sitting in the lounge
in the back of the plane.

- Oh, Ricky.
- Fred.

I thought I'd sit up here with you
so we wouldn't disturb the others.

Good afternoon.

All of us are happy to have you aboard

this Pan American President
flight number 155 to New York.

Fasten your seat belts, please,

and observe the "No Smoking" sign.

Thank you.

I'm Evelyn Bigsby.

Oh, I'm, uh-- How do you do?

- I'm Lucy Ricardo.
- How do you do?

No, no.

She's a little fussy. She missed her nap.

Oh.

My, you certainly have
a quiet baby. Good baby.

Yeah, well...

- Is it a girl?
- Huh?

Is it a girl?

No.

Oh, a boy.

All right.

Mine's a girl.

Oh.

- She's four months old.
- Hmm.

How old is yours?

Uh, four months.

Oh, big baby.

How much does he weigh?

25 pounds.

25 pounds at four months?

Too much?

Well, how much did he weigh
when he was born?

Uh, fif-- Uh...

Eight pounds.

But he's a big eater.

Well, I think I'll take a nap.

I'm just dying to see him.

What's his name?

Cheddar. Uh, Chester.

My daughter's name's Caroline.

Oh, well, that's nice.

Especially for a girl.

Isn't she cute?

Yeah.

- May I?
- Oh, no, he's-- he's very shy.

He doesn't like to have
strangers look at him.

Do you want the strange lady to see you?

You don't?
Oh, well, don't worry about it. No.

No, no, it's perfectly all right.

No, I'll just tell her,
that's all. Forget about it.

He said no.

He talks?

Only the last couple of months.

If you ladies will give
me the babies' bottles,

- I'll heat them.
- Oh, fine, yes. Thank you.

There you are.

Uh, wouldn't you like me
to warm your baby's bottle?

Oh, well, he isn't hungry yet. Thank you.

Well, then, let me keep it
in the refrigerator it for you.

Oh, okay-- Oh.

Uh... I didn't bring any.

You didn't bring any?

Oh, well, I meant to, really.
I-- I just forgot.

So, just skip it.

He can have one of mine.

Oh, no, I wouldn't think of it.
Thank you just the same.

I'll feed him when we get to New York.

But we don't get there until tomorrow.

Oh, well, it will do him good.

He's too fat anyway.

Please heat both bottles, Miss.

Thank you very much.

Oh, hi, dear.

- Oh, is that your husband?
- Yes.

Oh, pardon me, sir. Wouldn't you like
to sit next to your wife?

- I'd be glad to change seats with you.
- Yes, come on, dear, sit here.

Not while you have that.

He can't stand children.

Oh, well, that's a shame.

Yes, it is, especially when the baby
looks exactly like him.

- Here we are.
- Oh, good.

Oh, thank you.

You know, this is a wonderful formula.

It's been in the family for years.

- Is that so?
- Mmm.

Here we go, honey.

[Evelyn] Good baby.
Yes, you're a good baby.

Drink it all up.

That's a boy. Down the hatch.

Now, here we go.

He hates to drink alone.

What's in that formula?

Cod liver oil.

I-- I think he's had enough.

- Thank you very much.
- Well he hasn't had any at all.

Oh, no, he's had plenty, really.
He wasn't very hungry.

Burp.

Burp.

- Mrs. Ricardo?
- Burp. Yes?

I've been checking my list
and there seems to be a mistake.

Oh?

I don't have a record
of your baby on our passenger list.

Oh, that. Well, I didn't mention it
because I didn't think it mattered

as long as babies travel for free.

Oh, but they don't on overseas flights.

Oh.

We do charge,
but we charge only ten percent

of the regular fare for babies.

Oh.

You can pay for the baby
when you get to New York.

Ethel, wake up. Ethel, wake up.

Fred, Fred, stop.
Don't pull all the covers, huh?

- What's the matter? Huh, what?
- Wake up.

- What's the matter?
- Complications. Complications

They charge ten percent
of the regular fare for babies.

That's $30.

Oh, well, how much
will it cost if it's a cheese?

Fifty dollars.

Well, it's cheaper to have
the cheese be a baby

than have the baby be a cheese.

That's not the point.

- Either way, Ricky will kill me.
- What are you gonna do?

I'll be right back.

- Where are you going?
- Ooh!

- I'm going to the kitchen.
- Okay.

- Ethel, wake up.
- What, what?

Move over.

What are we gonna do, Lucy?
What are we gonna do?

We're gonna eat it.

What?

We're gonna eat the cheese.

You like cheese, don't you?

- Oh, well, not enough to eat all of that.
- Oh, come on now.

Oh, Lucy, I couldn't eat
25 pounds of cheese.

I polished off a wonderful meal.

I ate a nice, great, big steak

and some apricot pie--

Here, stop talking and eat. Here.

Oh, Lucy, this is ridiculous.

Even I can't eat all of this.

Eat what you can. We'll figure out
what to do with the rest later.

Where's your baby?

Huh?

Your baby. Where is he?

Oh, that.

Oh, I didn't have a baby.

What do you mean, you didn't have a baby?

I didn't. I didn't have a baby.

It was a piece of cheese.

- Stewardess!
- Mrs. Bigsby.

Stewardess!

- Help!
- Mrs. Bigsby.

- What's the matter?
- This woman's baby's disappeared

and now she claims she never had one.

No, no, no, that's not true.

- What's the matter?
- I saw your baby.

No, you did not.

I've been with this department
a good many years,

but I've never seen a case like this.

Now, Mrs. Bigsby claims that

Mrs. Ricardo had an object in her arms,

and that that object was a baby.

- I don't claim. I saw.
- Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!

You have no idea what you saw.

Mrs. Ricardo says it was not a baby.

So far, this is logical.

There's a difference of opinion.

One lady is right, the other's wrong.

Yeah, well.

Mr. Ricardo, a celebrated
and seemingly rational man,

says that it looked like a baby,

but it was in reality a piece of cheese.

- That's right.
- Yeah.

Now, Mrs. Ricardo,

I'm going to ask you once more:

Was there a baby?

No, sir.

- Then whose is this?
- [Ricky] Oh...

It's mine.

It's the latest thing from Paris.

Now, look, mister, mister...

the newsreel fellow is there.

He wants to take a picture
of me and my orchestra.

- Oh, he does?
- Yes, sir. Now, uh, you see,

they're getting awfully
close to the deadline.

Oh, they are?

- Well, I thought you'd like to know.
- Yeah.

I beg your pardon, sir, but I am positive
Mrs. Ricardo was carrying a baby.

Oh, no you're not, you're
not positive about a thing.

- Ma'am, please.
- I saw the baby drinking the milk.

Wait a minute!

Did you actually see the baby's face?

- I most certainly did.
- [Ricky] Oh, come now.

You couldn't miss it.

Looked just like him.

- What do you mean, it looked just like me?
- You leave him out of it.

He had nothing to do with it.

It was a baby.

It was a piece of cheese.

Did you ever hear a piece of cheese burp?

Oh...

Look, let me try to explain

this whole thing to you
from the beginning.

We were in Nice.

She wanted to bring
this cheese to her mother.

All right, now, I had been telling her
she had too much luggage already.

So, she thought
that babies travel for free.

She took the cheese,

she put a blanket around it,

put the little bonnet on the cheese

and took it in the plane with her.

Well, didn't you think this was
rather strange behavior?

For Lucy? No.

You see, I intended to pay for the cheese

the minute I got here.

- Oh, you did?
- I did.

That's right. He told me he was.

- [Ricky] Sure.
- Hey, Rick, we're gonna

miss out on those newsreels.

Yeah, get your instruments out.
You don't mind if they start getting--

Well, yes, all right,
but just one question.

Where is the cheese?

That's a good question.

Where is the cheese, honey?

- Uh, where is the cheese?
- Yeah.

Yes, where is the cheese?

[Ethel] We ate it.

You and Mrs. Ricardo ate
25 pounds of cheese?

Oh, come now.

Oh, it's possible.

I've seen my wife sit down
and polish off a whole--

Oh, shut up.

Lucy, where is the cheese?

Well?

Well, I'm afraid to tell you.

I am not going to do anything to you.

You promise?

- I am not going to do--
-

You scared me!

I'm sorry. Look, I'll be glad
to pay for the cheese, honey.

- Well, that's not what I'm afraid of.
- Well, tell me what it is.

- Pardon me, Mr. Ricardo.
- Yes, sir.

We've just got two minutes,
and I've got to get that shot.

All right. Would you excuse--
Let me take this, please.

- It's very important.
- Oh, go ahead.

We're working at the Roxy.
The one that you see...

Mr. Ricardo, right over here.

You stand right over here
in front of the band.

- Yes, sir.
- I'll ask you

if you're glad to be home,

and you answer by playing
"Home Sweet Home."

- Thank you.
- Roll it, Vic.

All right, boys, "Home Sweet Home.
Everybody together.

Mr. Ricardo, how does it feel

to be back in the United States?

What's the matter?

Oh, no!

So that's where you hid the cheese!

Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I didn't know it'd get all gooey
and everything like that.

You don't know how much trouble it was
to get rid of that cheese.

I just had to get that cheese
home to my mother, honey.

All I could think of
was to put it in there.

I put it in the trombone.
That wasn't bad,

but that piccolo--
I thought I'd never get it in the piccolo.

If you'd only had a tuba in the band,

I could've put
the whole thing in the tuba.

I'm terribly sorry, honey,
but I didn't know what else to do.

It'd have meant a lot to me to take a--

You're laughing. I thought you'd be angry.

What are you laughing at?

It's so ridiculous.

The whole thing is so utterly ridiculous.

It is? Yeah, I guess so.

It could only happen to you.

Yeah, little old silly me.

- You know something, Lucy?
- What?

Being married to you is not easy.

No.

- But it sure is a lot of fun.
- Oh, honey!

Mmm.

Come on, let's go home
and see the baby, huh?

All right, honey.