"I made your favorite thing for dinner; chicken and rice. Is something wrong?" asked Lucy.

"Oh, no, of course not. I just thought it was, um, something else," explained Ricky.

"Are you sure you're alright? You seem so shocked, that's all."

"Lucy, I'll be fine," laughed Ricky. "Anyways, what were you up to today?"

"Hmm... After you left for work this morning, Ethel came by, so nothing went to waste."

"I guess that's a good thing," said Ricky.

"Sure it is. By the way, you won't believe what else happened today."

"Won't I? Try me."

"Fred came by and actually fixed the leaky sink in the kitchen today!"

"That old sink? It must be immortal by now! Good for Fred, though."

"I'll say. Then, I took Little Ricky to the park, and on the way there, I dropped your suit off at the cleaners."

"Oh that's right, thanks."

"Finally, Ethel and I went shopping, and I-"

"Luuucy..." said Ricky, as Lucy realized her tiny mistake.

"Uh-oh," she thought to herself. "Yes, dear?"

"What did you buy?!"

"Aww, nothing much! It was only a dress!"
"Only a dress? Well, that's alright," agreed Ricky.

"Of course! They're the most beautiful dresses I ever saw!" Lucy said, realizing another mistake.

"Dresses? What do you mean? I thought you only bought one!"

"Well..."

"Lucy, I want you to take one of them back tomorrow morning."

"But Ricky!"

"Lucy, you have to take one of them back!"

"I can't, Ricky! They look great on me!"

"Honey, I know they do! You probably look wonderful in both of them, but I just can't afford it right now. Not until I get into another picture, or something."

"Oh, but how are you going to do that?"

"I've got it all planned out. I'm going to put on a new show at the club, and it's going to be really great. Some producers from Hollywood are going to be in town, so I should get it together soon. There's going to be auditions first thing tomorrow morning,

and-" Ricky stopped, in turn, realizing his mistake.

"A new show?!" cried Lucy with glee.

"Now, now, honey..."

"A brand new show! When can I audition?"

"Lucy, I know I've told you at least a thousand times-"

"I dunt want my wife in show business," finished Lucy.

"Never mind my accent. I just don't want you to be in show business. All I really want you to do is keep the house clean, cook, and be the mother for my children."

"Well, haven't I been doing that since we've been married?" asked Lucy, disappointed.

"Of course you have," answered Ricky, putting his arm around Lucy. "You've been doing a wonderful job of it, and I love you. However, you just don't stop trying to get into show business, that's all."

"I thought you'd be used to it by now. Come on, Ricky, please, please, please?" she begged.

"Lucy-"

"Please!! Can I, Ricky? Aw, please? It's not fair!"

"Lucy-"

"Come on!! Please, honey? I like your shirt! Please!!"

"Lucy-"

"Ricky, I really- what?"

"I think I could give you a really small part if you want it that much."

"Really?!"

"Sure."

"Ack! Ricky, you're so wonderful!" she cried, squeezing Ricky.

"It's only a small part, you know," he managed to say.

"I know, but I actually have a part!" she said, happy. "I have a part!" she said in realization, and nearly fell over.

"Lucy!" said Ricky, as he grabbed her in time.

"Oh, sorry," she said, embarrassed.

"Are you alright?"

"Sure I am. I'll be just fine."

"Okay, then it's settled. Tomorrow, I'll get you the script for your part, alright?"

"That's great!"

"Good, but for now, I'm hungry."

"Hey, Ricky? Do you have a minute?"

"Sure, what?"

"Come here," said Lucy, smiling, as they both kissed.