Let's be things you'd find on the set of I Love Lucy

Chesterfield cigarette butts.

I'm Bill Frawley's delirium tremens.

Uh-oh!

Desi, rapidly deteriorating and developing an oily, gray, grimacing face while doing what he kept doing and done did until he couldn't do it no more.

He liked the good life and was able to enjoy a lot of it. But that health!

I'm Bob Carroll Jr's eyebrow.

I’m the well-worn prop wire hanger used whenever the Ethel character had one of her madcap “procedures”.

The phoniest brick and the fakest-looking windows (depending on the season) on TV.

"The Honeymooners" was the creepiest set, for me, but at least it started as sketches on two other of his shows before he did the 39 episodes and specials.

Off-topic. Sorry.

I’m the constant farts coming out of Bill Frawley’s asshole.

I’m Carolyn Appleby’s Chinese Modern Furniture.

I'm Lucy's much-abused kitchen stove and oven.

The rice. The bread. The horribly overdone roast beef. The dry-toast breakfasts with soap-water percolator coffee.

And I'm Desi's large cock in his boxers, smooth with Caesar Romero's ChapStick.

I'm Viv's black eye.

I'm Mrs. DeVries, from across the street

I’m the furniture Lucy changed every 10 minutes.

The cheap-assed Asian Brick-a-brack on the mantel.

The banjo clock. We had one too. I loved their apartment with the windows. The first one was claustrophobic. I thought their country place was devoid of charm and warmth.

The Franciscan Ivy dinnerware .

The Chinese ceramic figures on the mantel in the second apartment.

The framed reproduction of a Degas ballet dancer , also in the second apartment.

"Wondahfull!"

I'm Ethel's hostess pants.

R19. I saw those in Harper's Bazaar.

R20. Oh they're bizarre all right.

I’m Ethel’s toaster.

Oh, wait, she never got one!

I'm the Franciscan Ivy.

I'm

I’m Viv’s false eyelashes that Lucy ripped off.

I'm the separate conjugal beds.

We're the hookers in Desi's dressing room.

I'm Mrs Trumball giving blow jobs in my dressing room.

I’m scattered chocolates that fell off the conveyor belt.

Don’t worry, Viv will scarf us up.

I'm the pages of Frawley's script from the scenes in which he does not appear in the trash can.

I'm the used Kotex Viv stuck in Bill's script.

A door in the kitchen that goes nowhere.

I'm the hidden bottle of Vitameatvegamin Lucy drinks on the sly when she needs a bit of liquid courage.

I'm the hostility.

I'm the actor playing Little Ricky, wandering off onto the set of Gunsmoke.

I'm Lucy's Don Loper original.

Ethel's dungarees.

I'm the waxed fruit Mrs. Littlefield's mother gave her and Mr. Littlefield for their anniversary.

I'm the Degas prints that seem also to appear in the Beverly Palm, or at least something similar. (Did I also appear in Westport...?)

I'm the fat jokes about Ethel when Viv still weighed the same as Lucille.

I'm Vivian's on-set psychiatrist.

I’m Fred’s pants that are pulled up to his tits.

I'm Little Ricky's birth mother who weighed 400 pounds.

I’m the scissoring that takes place between Lucy and Viv after a few too many drinks in Lucy’s dressing room when Desi is out with “the boys”. At first, Viv feels dirty and abused, until Lucy does this thing with her pelvis that cause Viv to squirt more than the Bellagio fountains…..

I'm the daily crate delivery of Bacardi rum, half empty by 11am.

I'm one of the two twin beds in their bedroom. The one where the action happened... when Lucy was out of town.

I'm Barbara Eden, trying to be a more important guest star than I really am.

I’m Jay Sandrich. Desperate to get away from Lucy. Just had lunch with an ad agency guy named Tinker. I pitched an idea for a show set in Minneapolis.

[quote]I'm the waxed fruit Mrs. Littlefield's mother gave her and Mr. Littlefield for their anniversary.

WAX fruit (i.e., fruit made from wax), not WAXED fruit (actual fruit that has been coated with wax.)

R49, your Virgo is showing.

I’m Lucy’s racist, Chinese dance.

I am the good prince Lancelot.

R51, which episode was that?

I’m the Philip Morris signs and banners in the studio. I did Jack shit for the company.

I'm Ethel's blue jeans. I have never seen the inside of a subway.

R53. When Ricky's "mamacita" visits.

I'm the 3 year old emergency box of chocolates.

I'm Lily of the Valley's elbow.

I'm the bottles of bourbon in Tallulah Bankhead's dressing room.

OP I congratulate you on a genuinely interesting and original "Let's Be..." thread. Like the old days of DL!

Is r60 being facetious?

I’m the grapes stuck in Lucy’s nose and ears.

I'm William Holden's meaty cock.

[quote] Let's be things you'd find on the set of I Love Lucy -- I'm Barbara Eden, hiding from Desi in my dressing room.

Well, then you actually wouldn't be found on the set, now would you?

I'm Frank Nelson, pinging.

Tonight at 12:30 on Pluto TV “Ricky’s Movie Offer” will air. On the set you’ll see one of the greatest improv bits by Ethel when they prop up Ben Benjamin (the inimitable Frank Nelson). You can tell by Lucy’s reaction that it was not scripted or rehearsed. I wish I could find the isolated clip. YouTube has the lead up but then stops just before it.

I am (allegedly) Lucy's real Mother tied to a seat in the audience and ordered to give that "Oh Oh" laugh for every episode.

R37- I must correct that. She refers to them as Blue Jeans 👖 not dungarees.

I'm Phil Ober's fist.

I’m Butch Mertz, Fred’s dog.

I'm A Little Bit of Cuba

Well, I'm a Big Hunk of America

I’m the Italian haircut.

I’m henna rinse bottles.

R66, it was definitely in the script. Lucy absolutely wouldn't allow that kind of improvisation.

I’m Ethel’s bustle.