facts, my friend. Find out for
yourself why you had to lose your hands.
- Then go out and do something about it.
- You'd better pay your check and go.
- Well, who do you think you are?
- Pay the cashier right over there.
- Coffee, please.
- Yes, ma'am.
There's another thing. Every soda jerk in
this country's got an idea he's somebody!
What are you selling anyway?
l'm not selling anything
but plain old-fashioned Americanism.
Some Americanism!
So we're all a bunch of suckers?
So we should've been on the side
of the Japs and the Nazis?
Again l say, just look at the facts.
l've seen facts. l've seen a ship go down,
and 400 of my shipmates went with it.
Were those guys suckers?!
That's the unpleasant truth,
and the sooner we get wise to it...
- Ooh, if l only had my hands!
- You put those down!
Take your hands off him!
May l get through, please?
- Go get the druggist.
- Yes, sir.
Make way, please.
What happened?
- lt was Fred Derry. He hit him.
- Bring some iodine and bandages.
- Yes, sir.
- Don't say it, chum.
The customer's always right, so l'm fired.
But this customer wasn't right.
l'll meet you outside in a minute, kid.
Gee, Fred, l'm sorry l lost you your job.
But that guy...
Yeah, l know. You read about guys like
that, but you don't often see 'em, luckily.
How about your girlfriend - Wilma?
- You and she gonna get married?
- l don't know.
Why don't you know?
Doesn't she want to get married?
lt isn't Wilma's fault.
She's been swell about it.
- So then it's your fault?
- Yeah, l... l guess it is.
- Will you do me a favour, Homer?
- Sure, Fred. What is it?
l'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.
lf you want anybody to stand up for you at
your wedding... There's my bus. So long.
So long, Fred.
- You all right?
- l'm just going to get a glass of milk.
Just knock on the door
when you want me.
OK.
Wilma! What are you doing out this hour?
l saw you were up, Homer.
l saw you through the window.
l'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, l... My family want me
to go away, tomorrow.
- Where?
- Up to Silver Lake. My Aunt Vera's place.
That ought to be nice.
But l don't want to go.
l want to stay here.
You see, the reason they want me to go
is so that l'll forget about you.
They figure you don't want me around,
you don't want to see me,
and if l go away for a while,
maybe l'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?
l want you to be free, Wilma.
To live your own life.
l 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 l really feel?
l 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 l can only find out by trying.
lf it turns out l haven't courage enough,
we'll soon know it.
Wilma, you and l have been close
to each other for a long time, haven't we?
Ever since we were kids.
Yes, Homer.
l'm going upstairs to bed.
l want you to... l want you to come up
and see for yourself what happens.
All right, Homer.
l've learned how to take this harness off.
l can wiggle into my pyjama top.
l'm lucky, l have my elbows.
Some of the boys don't.
- But l can't button 'em up.
- l'll do that, Homer.
This is when l know l'm helpless.
My hands are down there on the bed.
l can't put them on again
without calling to somebody for help.
l can't smoke a cigarette or read a book.
lf that door should blow shut,
l can't open it and get out