Lucy: (just getting off the phone with Ricky) Ricky isn't coming home to dinner. You know, I just think I might keep that date with Mr. Ritter tonight.
Miss Lewis: That's not fair! He's mine!
Lucy: Oh, you don't understand, dear. I'm going to get him up here and disappoint him so completely that he wouldn't have me on a silver platter. Then the road will be nice and clear for you.
Miss Lewis: Oh, oh, fine, fine.
Lucy: Let's see now. How can I disappoint Mr. Ritter? What do you know about him?
Miss Lewis: Well, we had a long conversation once over the pickle barrel that sort of raised my hopes. Um...can't stand children. And he likes a tidy appearance. He demands immaculate housekeeping. He likes good cooking--
Lucy: Hold it, hold it! I think I can change Mr. Ritter's heartthrob to heartburn in one sitting.