Original air date: June 9, 1952
Sup ballerz!
Today we look at the Season One finale! As I was watching this one, I could tell Lucy and Desi had an especially great energy. I knew she was pregnant at this point, but it turns out she found out the week they filmed this!
So they’re on a high about the baby, I’m on a high that we’re one season down, and you’re hopefully just high. (It helps the jokes seem funnier.)
(Or: The Cast Puts the Bic in Transphobic)
**More WTFacts are at this week’s Episode Watch Party.**
We open on –
Sorry but no. I can’t start there. What’s with the title? I’m so sick and tired of this highfalutin, frenchified, European english.
This is ‘murca, and it’s mustache here, not “moustache.” Even my text editor just spell-corrected that commie version with the “ou.”
You want to spell things like some socialist micro-car-driving wine snob? Move to Sweden and buy an Ikea.
But when you write for television, which was founded here in the home of the free, you cut out the “o” along with humility, affordable health care, and gun control.
USA! USA! USA!
(Or: They Said Report to Fort Dix. Get Your Mind Out of the Gutter.)
**Keep up with the action. Episode watch party!**
Hey, Ballers! Episode 11 already? Sigh. They grow up so quickly.
Let’s do this!
We open on Lucy sweeping – PHEW! A welcome break from her usual vacuuming! Ethel comes with the mail and Lucy passes over a stack of bills (we know, Lucy, you don’t pay them).
Ethel has read Lucy’s mail, which Lucy despises. She turns all Edward Snowden, talking about how people’s mail is sacred and opening it is a betrayal. Then she opens Ricky’s mail.
Letter: “You are hereby ordered to report to Fort Dix, New Jersey, Monday at 3 o’clock.”
So now Lucy assumes Ricky’s been drafted. As world’s worst friend, Ethel feels nothing. She tells Lucy to go and buy a new hat. As world’s worst wife, Lucy’s like “OK.”
WTF Lucy 