Lucy Ricardo: [Lucy is going through the mail forwarded to the American Express office] Here's a telegram for you.
Ricky Ricardo: 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 think of...
Lucy Ricardo: [Ricky opens the telegram, and lapses into angry Spanish] Honey, is it important?
Ricky Ricardo: Oh, no. Only the managing director of the Roxy Theatre in New York, and he wants me to open there with my band for two weeks starting next Monday, that's all.
Lucy Ricardo: [Ricky decides they have to fly home instead of going by ship] Hey, this is exciting. We're going to fly across the ocean.
Ricky Ricardo: Who said you were going to?
Lucy Ricardo: What do you mean?
Ricky Ricardo: I may leave you right here in Europe.
Lucy Ricardo: I didn't do anything.
Ricky Ricardo: Your mother did, and she inherits it from you.