“He went out,” says Mrs. Parrish, in a choked voice to her daughter, Luella.
Wilma continues to look toward the door, where Homer left.
In the Stephenson car, Peggy drives Millie and a very drunk Al around town.
“Home, boys, home!” sings Al. “Home, we ought to be! Home, boys, home – – back in God’s country!”
Al points out the window. “Pickup Cafe – Stop! That’s it, driver! Stop right here!”
“Listen, Al: all kidding aside, don’t you think it’s time to go home, go to bed, and get some sleep?” asks Millie.
“Absolutely! Sleep,” says Al, “but first, stop and have one, last, little drink. And that’s all you’re gonna get! No arguments! One drink!” He turns to Peggy. “Come on in, driver, and have one with us!”
Butch’s place, with its new neon signs in the windows, is all lit up. “Toot, Toot, Tootsie” is played on the piano.
Homer steps up to the door of Butch’s place and enters.
Butch is playing the piano. Butch glances up and spies Homer.
“Hey, Homer!” says Butch.