LUCY IS AT THE KITCHEN TABLE LEISURELY PAGING THROUGH A MAGAZINE

RICKY ENTERS KITCHEN IN ROBE, LOOKING FOR BREAKFAST.

Good morning dear.

(seeing nothing cooked)

Hey! What's with the lack of food for me? ¡Necesito mi desayuno!

Oh, pipe down, Ricky! You wanna wake the neighbors?

Well, just get me my eggs and sausage.

Please?

Please.

Pretty Please?

Lucy! ...

Ricky, don't you think that the last show girl on the left of your chorus line is getting a little long in the tooth, so to speak?

(immediately seeing where Lucy is headed)

Lucy, you cannot be in my show. It would not work. Besides, Betty is one of my most loyal dancers.

But, listen, Honey... I could kick higher, move faster and be, well, be just sexier than Betty. Can I say sexier in the 1950's?

I don't think so. Let's just say, cuter.

(elated)

Oh, thank you Ricky! I won't let you down I -

Whoa! Hold it right there, Lucy! Nobody said you can be in the show.

But you just said I was cuter than Betty.

Lucy! You know what I meant. I -

JUST THEN ETHEL BUSTS IN THROUGH THE RICARDO'S BACK KITCHEN DOOR, EXCITED AND OUT OF BREATH.

(out of breath)

Did you see it? Did you see the spaceship? The saucer! Did you? ...

Slow down, Ethel. What are you talking about?

ETHEL DRAGS LUCY TO THE SMALL KITCHEN WINDOW.

Look! There! Do you see it?

(Ethel points)

Up there! See it?

Ethel, I'm sure what you saw was not from outter space! Did you -

Ricky! Come here! Look!

RICKY RELUCTANTLY GETS UP AND WALKS OVER TO THE WINDOW AND LOOKS UP.

I don't see anything.

JUST THEN RICKY SEES WHAT ETHEL HAS BEEN SCREAMING ABOUT.

¡Una nave espacial! ¡Ay dios mío! ¡Todos vamos a ser comidos!

Ricky, nobody is going to be eaten! For heaven's sake!

(Lucy is squinting to try and find an object in the sky)

I don't see anything!

Well, it's gone now. You saw it Ricky, didn't you? It was a flying saucer, right, Ricky?

¡Ahhhh! ¡Me pregunto si tenemos que salir de la ciudad, rápido!

Huh? Does that mean you think it was a saucer?

(to Ethel)

Ricky may or may not have seen anything. He was mad that I wanted to get in his act, so it's no wonder he liked having the conversation change to flying saucers!

(beat)

So, Ethel, thanks a lot for bringing up the saucer nonsense this morning.

JUST THEN THE PHONE RINGS. RICKY GOES TO ANSWER IT.

Hello? ... What? ... "Take me to your leader."? Band leader? ... Huh? ... What does that mean? ... You say what? ... Oye, amigo... Creo que te has equivocado de número.

RICKY RE-RNTERS THE KITCHEN.

(to Lucy and Ethel)

Are we still talking flying saucers or are we going to cook some eggs?

Ricky, who was on the phone?

I think it was Heavy Burnette, the joker who plays trombone in my band. Always kidding. He probably was responsible for the saucer also.

(sarchastically)

Yeah, probably.

(to Lucy)

¿Mis huevos?