Ricky Ricardo: Lucy! We need to talk 'bout your feenances agin'.
Lucy Ricardo: Whatever do you mean, my dearest?
Ricky Ricardo: Now none of that butterin' stuff. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout! You are over your budget for the fourth time since the quarantine!
Lucy Ricardo: Now, Ricky... I told you that I had to buy a few necessities on the bl... uh... er... "gray" market.
Ricky Ricardo: What 'cessities? You got enough toilet paper and han' sanitizer to clean up Yankee Estadium. C'mon. What did you buy? I'm waiting!
Lucy Ricardo: Yes, sir. I mean no, sir. I mean... Weeeeeellll....
Ricky Ricardo: Lucy!
Lucy Ricardo: I'm wearing it, sir?
Ricky Ricardo: Lucy! You din' buy a new dress during a lockdown? How could you? You can't go anywhere!
Lucy Ricardo: I din! I din! I mean I didn't! I just had to get my hair done. I just had to.
Ricky Ricardo: An how did getting your hair done cost so much money?
Lucy Ricardo: Well, the beauty parlor was shut down, so I had to bri... um... tip the owner to let me in. And then the manager and the beautician needed tips so they wouldn't tell anyone I'd been in. And then, just as I was going out a policeman saw me so I had to blow hi... I mean I had to "tip" him, too.
Ricky Ricardo: Lucy, Lucy, Lucy. I'm shamed of you. Is that all?
Lucy Ricardo: All, sir?
Ricky Ricardo: Did you spend money on anything else?
Lucy Ricardo: Just a checkup and a small prescription for a sore throat. Honest!
Ethel Mertz: (entering) Hi Lucy. Any word yet from the clap clinic?
Lucy Ricardo: Waaaaaaaah.
