Theodore J. Mooney

Geez, I knew there was a pay disparity gap between genders, but I didn't think that happened with applause, too.

Nevertheless, Gail Gordon, who, from this point forward, I'm just going to call Mr. Mooney because who else do we know him as, regales the family about his Hawaiian vacation.

I loathe Hawaii.

Curtis, Curtis, I have never met anyone that didn't like Hawaii.

See, I don't think she was aware that back then, most TV studios were wired wall-to-wall with...

Microphones! But I digress.

So now, after some needless Hawaii bashing from Mr. Mooney, the first dime is finally dropped on Lucy's living intentions at the start of Act 2.

You're living here now?

Uh, oh yeah.

Mr. Mooney.

Yeah, a little bit Mr. Mooney, a little bit Hitler.

Little bit Hitler.

'Cause he does have a tiny mustache.

I'm talking the Lucy show.

Mr. Mooney.

Ah, where's Viv? You know, that whole thing.

But, Connie, I love you.