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 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.
l guess you don't know what to say.
lt's all right. Go on home.
Go away, like your family said.
l know what to say, Homer.
l love you.
And l'm never going to leave you.
Never.
You mean, you... you didn't mind?
Of course not.
l told you l loved you.
l love you, Wilma.
l always have, and... and l 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?
- l don't understand it.
All this money around and he can't
get into it. What's wrong with him?
l guess he just isn't very bright.
How do you do?
Fine, thanks. Who are you?
Fred, l 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 l'm going out.
- You heard me, chum. Get out.
- What do l do next? Smack him?
Why ask her?
Can't you think for yourself?
Go on. l can handle this.
Wait for me downstairs.
OK.
Another ex-serviceman, huh?
Greetings. Have you had
any trouble getting readjusted?
Not in particular. lt's easy if you
just take everything in your stride.
That's what l've heard.
- Be seeing you.
- l doubt it.
- When did you pick him up?
- He's an old friend.
He just dropped in for a friendly drink.
- Did you know him while l was away?
- l knew lots of people.
- What do you think l did all those years?
- l don't know, but l can guess.
Go ahead, guess.
l could do some guessing myself.
What were you up to in London
and Paris and all those places?
l've given you every chance to make
something of yourself. l gave up my job.
l gave up the best years of my life!
And what have you done? You've flopped.
Couldn't even hold a job at the drugstore.
So l'm going back to work for myself.
And l'm going to live for myself, too.
And in case you don't understand English,
l'm gonna get a divorce.
What have you got to say to that?
Don't keep