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em, luckily.
How about your girlfriend - Wilma?
- You and she gonna get married?
- I don't know.
Why don't you know?
Doesn't she want to get married?
It isn't Wilma's fault.
She's been swell about it.
- So then it's your fault?
- Yeah, I... I guess it is.
- Will you do me a favour, Homer?
- Sure, Fred. What is it?
I'm a hot one to be giving advice
to the lovelorn, but go see Wilma - now.
Take her in your arms, kiss her,
ask her to marry you, then marry her.
Tomorrow, if you can get a licence.
If you want anybody to stand up for you at
your wedding... There's my bus. So long.
So long, Fred.
- You all right?
- I'm just going to get a glass of milk.
Just knock on the door
when you want me.
Wilma! What are you doing out this hour?
I saw you were up, Homer.
I saw you through the window.
I've got to talk to you.
All right, come in.
- Want some chicken?
- No, thanks.
- Sure?
- Yes.
- Want a glass of milk?
- No, thanks, Homer.
Sit down, Wilma.
Homer, I... My family want me
to go away, tomorrow.
- Where?
- Up to Silver Lake. My Aunt Vera's place.
That ought to be nice.
But I don't want to go.
I want to stay here.
You see, the reason they want me to go
is so that I'll forget about you.
They figure you don't want me around,
you don't want to see me,
and if I go away for a while,
maybe I'll get all this out of my mind.
Maybe that's a good idea, Wilma.
Maybe you ought to do that.
Do you want to get rid of me?
Tell me the truth, Homer.
Do you want me to forget about you?
I want you to be free, Wilma.
To live your own life.
I don't want you tied down forever
just because you've got a kind heart.
Homer, why can't you understand the way
things really are? The way I really feel?
I keep trying to tell you.
But... but you don't know, Wilma.
You don't know what it'd be like
to have to live with me,
to have to... face this
every day, every night.
But I can only find out by trying.
If it turns out I haven't courage enough,
we'll soon know it.
Wilma, you and I have been close
to each other for a long time, haven't we?
Ever since we were kids.
Yes, Homer.
I'm going upstairs to bed.
I want you to... I want you to come up
and see for yourself what happens.
All right, Homer.
I've learned how to take this harness off.
I can wiggle into my pyjama top.
I'm lucky, I have my elbows.
Some of the boys don't.
- But I can't button 'em up.
- I'll do that, Homer.
This is when I know I'm helpless.
My hands are down there on the bed.
I can't put them on again
without calling to somebody for help.
I can't smoke a cigarette or read a book.
If that door should blow shut,
I can't open it and get out of this room.
As dependent as a baby that doesn't know
how to get anything except cry for it.
Well, now you know, Wilma.
Now you have an idea of what it is.
I guess you don't know what to say.
It's all right. Go on home.
Go away, like your family said.
I know what to say, Homer.
I love you.
And I'm never going to leave you.
You mean, you... you didn't mind?
Of course not.
I told you I loved you.
I love you, Wilma.
I always have, and... and I always will.
Good night, darling. Sleep well.
Good night, Wilma.
Hey, sugar. You'd better step on it,
or your husband'll be home.
He's job-hunting.
He won't come home for another hour.
- And what if he does?
- I don't understand it.
All this money around and he can't
get into it. What's wrong with him?
I guess he just isn't very bright.
How do you do?
Fine, thanks. Who are you?
Fred, I want you to meet Cliff Scully,
an old friend of mine.
- Hiya, Freddy.
- Glad to know you, Scully. Get out.
- A tough guy, huh?
- Now listen, Fred.
You won't get anywhere with
that attitude. Cliff's an old friend.
He's asked me out, and I'm going out.
- You heard me, chum. Get out.
- What do I do next? Smack him?
Why ask her?
Can't you think for yourself?
Go on. I can handle this.
Wait for me downstairs.
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