Typical Honeymooner's hoot. Ralph's big ego furnishes the laughs, as usual. Who's the boss in his house. Why he is, of course. All puffed out, he brags that to a newspaper reporter who publishes it for all Brooklyn to see. Naturally, Alice takes a dim view of his bloviating. But instead of retreating, Ralph insists that because he's a man, he'll be the head honcho from now on, and Alice better like it. Plus he's emancipating Norton into head of his house, like it or not, Trixie. After all, men are responsible for art, science, etc., so it's only logical they should head up families.
Interesting to see a 50's norm about men mocked in a 50's setting. Male chauvinism gets spoofed in clever fashion as Ralph struts his stuff. Of course, we know he'll overdo it in embarrassing fashion. His and Norton's little drunken scene on grape juice is funny but more of a stretch than usual, showing, I guess, that the pair are more like overgrown boys than macho men. Anyhow, it's hard to say enough about the marvelous chemistry of these spartan productions.