(Ethel falls on the floor when Ricky opens the door.)
Lucy: Come on in, Ethel.
Ethel: I was just polishing the door knob.
Lucy: I suppose you heard everything.
Ethel: No honey, not a thing.
Lucy: I just quarrelled with Ricky.
Ethel: I don't blame you. Who does he think he is going around tearing girl's black lace blue jeans?
Lucy: Didn't hear a thing, huh?
Ethel: Well I might've caught a word here and there.