- Lucy Ricardo: [Mrs Trumbull drops in and sings "Happy Birthday" to Lucy] Well, thank you very much, Mrs Trumbull, but today isn't my birthday.
- Mrs. Trumbull: It isn't?
- Lucy Ricardo: No.
- Mrs. Trumbull: But I wrote the date down when the Mertzes gave you that birthday party last year. Can't understand how I could have made such a mistake. When is your birthday?
- Lucy Ricardo: Never.
- Mrs. Trumbull: What?
- Lucy Ricardo: I had my last birthday a year ago today.
- Mrs. Trumbull: Ohh, ha ha, so you've reached that point. I know how you feel. I stopped having birthdays when I was your age. At least I think I was your age. How old are you?
- Lucy Ricardo: How old were you when you stopped?
- Mrs. Trumbull: My last birthday was my twenty-ninth.
- Lucy Ricardo: You were just my age.
- Mrs. Trumbull: That's what I figured. I was thirty-four at the time.
- Leader of the Band: [the Friends of the Friendless march by as Lucy is sitting alone on a park bench, crying and hiccuping] We, who know what it is to be lonely, cast off and forgotten, bring you friendship.
- Lucy Ricardo: Oh, well, thanks just the same, but I'm all right.
- Leader of the Band: Oh, open up your heart and let our friendship in. We know what it is to have to spend the night on a park bench.
- Lucy Ricardo: Oh, you've got me all wrong. I'm all right. I've got plenty of money.
- Leader of the Band: We're sure of that.
- Lucy Ricardo: No, really.
- [she hiccups]
- Lucy Ricardo: I'm loaded.
- Leader of the Band: We're sure of that, too!